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Chapter one: Curt leaves...
Curt and Brian were sitting in the bedroom. They had had an argument in the studio. Curt looked startled.
He couldn't believe that Brian was saying those words to him. What had gotten into him?, he thought,
making up excuses, "Jerry thinks I'm wasting my time...". What about you, motherfucker? What do you
think? He looked over at Brian. Brian gazed out the window, back turned to him. He went on and on...
Besides, if it weren't for me, you'd still be in your apalling trailler park, with your apalling junkie
friends...
Curt couldn't believe it. "Junkies?"
Brian,- he spoke slowly and firmly- you do more drugs in a day, that they do in a month.
How can you talk like that to me? -Brian was amazed.
Because - Curt was getting really angry- it´s the bloody truth. Why do you think you are so much better
than everybody else?
Because, my dear, I am. And Jerry thinks...
I don´t care about Jerry, Brian, and quite frankly, I don´t think he gives a damn about you. Can´t you see
he´s just in it for the money?
Who cares? Aren´t we all?
Curt gave him a painful look."Should he bother to explain?"
No, Brian, we aren´t. -He looked tired.- Or at least, I´m not. - He headed towards the door.
Where are you going? Brian asked.
Dunno... Nowhere in particular. Get a few drinks.
You don´t have to make a scene. I´m just saying that this is not working...
This? What´s this? You mean the record or us?
Oh, Curt...
No, tell me. Tell me Brian, I wanna know. I´m not good enough to sing your backing vocals but am I
good enough for you?
Stop it.
Really? Why? You don´t know what to say? Maybe you should ask Jerry...
That´s not what I´m saying... - Tears started to roll down his face. Curt couldn´t help himself. He had to
hug him.
It´s alright, Bri. I´m sorry. Listen, let´s go away from here, from all these stupid people around us. Let´s
travel. Just you and me, hey?
I have to finish the record, Curt.
Fuck the record. Let´s just have fun together.
But Jerry will kill me if...
Jesus, Brian, fuck Jerry. Think for yourself, for crying out loud. Are you a fucking puppet?
And you´re an idiotic drug addict who can´t sing and would have never got anywhere if it wasn´ for me...
Curt had had enough. He left. Brian opened the window and continued insulting him, tears in his eyes.
Curt didn´t turn around. For all he cared, he could shout his lungs out
Next chapter out pretty soon..
Chapter one: Curt leaves...
Curt and Brian were sitting in the bedroom. They had had an argument in the studio. Curt looked startled.
He couldn't believe that Brian was saying those words to him. What had gotten into him?, he thought,
making up excuses, "Jerry thinks I'm wasting my time...". What about you, motherfucker? What do you
think? He looked over at Brian. Brian gazed out the window, back turned to him. He went on and on...
Besides, if it weren't for me, you'd still be in your apalling trailler park, with your apalling junkie
friends...
Curt couldn't believe it. "Junkies?"
Brian,- he spoke slowly and firmly- you do more drugs in a day, that they do in a month.
How can you talk like that to me? -Brian was amazed.
Because - Curt was getting really angry- it´s the bloody truth. Why do you think you are so much better
than everybody else?
Because, my dear, I am. And Jerry thinks...
I don´t care about Jerry, Brian, and quite frankly, I don´t think he gives a damn about you. Can´t you see
he´s just in it for the money?
Who cares? Aren´t we all?
Curt gave him a painful look."Should he bother to explain?"
No, Brian, we aren´t. -He looked tired.- Or at least, I´m not. - He headed towards the door.
Where are you going? Brian asked.
Dunno... Nowhere in particular. Get a few drinks.
You don´t have to make a scene. I´m just saying that this is not working...
This? What´s this? You mean the record or us?
Oh, Curt...
No, tell me. Tell me Brian, I wanna know. I´m not good enough to sing your backing vocals but am I
good enough for you?
Stop it.
Really? Why? You don´t know what to say? Maybe you should ask Jerry...
That´s not what I´m saying... - Tears started to roll down his face. Curt couldn´t help himself. He had to
hug him.
It´s alright, Bri. I´m sorry. Listen, let´s go away from here, from all these stupid people around us. Let´s
travel. Just you and me, hey?
I have to finish the record, Curt.
Fuck the record. Let´s just have fun together.
But Jerry will kill me if...
Jesus, Brian, fuck Jerry. Think for yourself, for crying out loud. Are you a fucking puppet?
And you´re an idiotic drug addict who can´t sing and would have never got anywhere if it wasn´ for me...
Curt had had enough. He left. Brian opened the window and continued insulting him, tears in his eyes.
Curt didn´t turn around. For all he cared, he could shout his lungs out
Next chapter out pretty soon..