Chapter 6
AT THE Three Monkeys, I played my heart out and the crowd responded, cheering and whistling. I played all the popular covers from the Rolling Stones to the Black Keys and soon the dance floor was packed.
During my break, I got my mineral water from Joe and joined Sarah at a corner table.
‘You’re on fire tonight,’ she smiled.
‘I think it’s the relief from the court case being over. And not having to give evidence.’
‘I’m glad for your sake it’s over. How’s your album coming along?’
‘It’s not.’ I’d mentally kicked myself many times for telling Joe and Sarah about my album. Every time they asked me about it, it reminded me that I’d made zilch progress over the last 12 months. I’d lost the momentum on my songwriting and couldn’t motivate myself to get back into it.
‘I’ve got wr
