Whatever the cause, we didn’t harmonise but cut across each other. Will was grumpy and furioso, I was at first lackadaisical and pianissimo.‘Don’t you care?’ he whined.‘Of course I care,’ I said, smiling but feeling weary.‘Doesn’t it matter to you that the whole frigging thing went pear-shaped?’‘Of course it matters.’‘Don’t you mind that I looked like a stupid idiot?’‘Come on, Will! You’re not stupid and you’re not an idiot and everyone knows you’re not.’‘Well, it doesn’t feel like that.’‘I thought you couldn’t give a shit what other people think about you.’‘I don’t.’‘So?’‘So what?’‘It’s only one gig. It isn’t the end of the world, for god’s sake!’‘I don’t care what other people think, but I do care when things go wrong. I should have checked on Shaun [the drummer]. You know what he’s like. You can never rely on him. I should have cancelled when he didn’t turn up. Or I should have just played solo stuff.’‘Should have doesn’t change anything.’‘O, thanks!
