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| - Oh god, Nick! How are you? Nick laughed a little, happy to hear Brian's voice. - I�m fine. We're in Stockholm now to record the new album. Brian's heart sank. He wanted to be with them and record. But he said: - Cool! How are Max and the rest of the guys at Cheiron? - They're just great! But, how are you doing in the new band? - Well, things are going pretty good. - I saw your new video on MTV, Nick said - Did ya like it? - Well... Nick couldn't say: "Well, actually I didn't like it at all" So instead he said: - Yeah I liked it. But Brian could tell that Nick was lying. - Nick come on, you can tell me what you really thought about it. I personally don't like it. - You don't??? - No. - How're your new bandmates? - Well... they are nice... I guess. - Brian, Nick said, I can tell something's wrong, and you don't seem too happy about being in the Funky Boys. "Whoa!", Brian thought. "Nick knows me too well". - You're right, he said and sighed. I don't like being here, and I made the wrong decission leaving you guys. - But can't you come back then? Nick asked hopefully. - I don't know. I think Kevin is angry at me after what I did. - No, he ain't angry! I think he really misses you a lot. - You think so? - Yeah! - But, Brian said, I can't leave the Funky Boys. Nick got a little mad at Brian, so he didn't think about what he was saying. - But you left us, the band that you had some of the best time of your life with. Brian got tears in his eyes. - I know, he said. And that was very stupid. Nick, I don't think we should talk about this over the phone, if we just get angry at eachtoher. - But Brian... - No Nick. It's my fault that I left you, and now I have to learn to live with it. - Well, if that's what you think, so... - Yeah. - Ok, but listen, Nick said, I gotta go, cause we're going to record a new song right now. |
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