The Love Of My Life... heartbroken
Well, all my old blogs have disappeared…
Okay then, so this blog is about that idiot who we all hate. Daniel Kinealley.
Three and a half years I was with them, putting all my effort into looking after them, taking them out, writing the songs, buying beer for them, booking gigs and of course, finally booking a Club Academy gig.
I’ve done so much for them. I always take care of the money at the end of a gig, purely because I can’t trust them… and I have reason not to trust them, Danny decided it’d be a good idea to go walking around Manchester with £190 band money in his back pocket. No wallet, just sat there, waiting to fall out.
So after a brilliant gig (me and Danny had a few fall outs beforehand), we all left to go home. I took the money with me (£220) and kept it in my purse.
Half 12 that night, I get a text from Danny saying “I’d better get that fucking money at band tomorrow or there’s gonna be trouble”.
The next day, me and my boyfriend went out for breakfast. Sat there at half 2, eating a big fry up from a local café. Then I get a phone call… I see who it is, and ignore it… I wasn’t up for speaking to him yet, I knew it’d just turn into an argument. Then it’s his mums’ number calling me, so I answer.
“Hello?” I said.
“Where are you?” a voice screams at me. Turns out Danny’s mum has been driving around with Danny, Conor and Ryan (the band) in the back of the car looking for me. Knocking on at my boyfriends house, his best mates house, my house… and I was no where to be found. She says she’s called the police on me. She says she wants the money because she’s reporting it stolen. She says she doesn’t trust me because I have no money myself because I’m a college drop out and can’t get a job anywhere. She swears, insults and really upsets me.
So I’m sat there in the back my boyfriends’ car in hysterical tears, not knowing why she’s doing this to me when all I’ve ever done is look after her son. Some promoters who I’m close to call me “mummy” and “the babysitter”, coz I’m always taking care of the guys. Everyone knows I’d do anything for them.
So I tell her I’ll post the money through Conors (my singers) door because I don’t want her near it. It’s got nothing to do with her. She doesn’t even take her son to the gigs, never mind stay to watch.
A few minutes later, I get a phone call from Danny. Wondering what the hell he could want now, I answer.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hi, is Vuz (the promoter from the gig the night before) there please?”
“What?!” I said angrily. Why is he being stupid? “It’s Clare, you idiot!”
“Oh, right… err…”
“You knew it was me, why are you ringing?!”
I don’t know what happened next, but I just went crazy, I’ve never had an argument with Danny face to face, or even on the phone. It’s always been online. I couldn’t take it anymore, I went crazy, screaming at him, telling him everything I’ve wanted to say since I first met him, telling him he’s an embarrassment to the band, telling him I can’t wait until his family finally pack up and fuck off to Australia… and then I shouted “That’s it, I’m out, I don’t want anything to do with you or that fucking band ever again” and I hang up the phone. Forgetting that the band is the only thing that keeps me going…
So I post the money through Conors’ door, still crying, and leave before they get to his house. Two months later, and they play their first gig without me. Me and my singer remained friends. Me and Ryan (my drummer) only recently started speaking again. But me and Danny have never spoke.
So they’re stood on stage at this gig with a set of new songs, a new bassist (who’s nothing on me btw), and they get to the last song… the last song me and Conor wrote together. He looked at me, and I knew what he wanted… I shook my head and pointed at Danny. He looked at me more meaningfully. I shook my head again and pointed more angrily at Danny. He rolled his head and continued playing as I dropped my bag and coat, ran to the stage, got up and sang the second “ my “ verse.
Okay then, so this blog is about that idiot who we all hate. Daniel Kinealley.
Three and a half years I was with them, putting all my effort into looking after them, taking them out, writing the songs, buying beer for them, booking gigs and of course, finally booking a Club Academy gig.
I’ve done so much for them. I always take care of the money at the end of a gig, purely because I can’t trust them… and I have reason not to trust them, Danny decided it’d be a good idea to go walking around Manchester with £190 band money in his back pocket. No wallet, just sat there, waiting to fall out.
So after a brilliant gig (me and Danny had a few fall outs beforehand), we all left to go home. I took the money with me (£220) and kept it in my purse.
Half 12 that night, I get a text from Danny saying “I’d better get that fucking money at band tomorrow or there’s gonna be trouble”.
The next day, me and my boyfriend went out for breakfast. Sat there at half 2, eating a big fry up from a local café. Then I get a phone call… I see who it is, and ignore it… I wasn’t up for speaking to him yet, I knew it’d just turn into an argument. Then it’s his mums’ number calling me, so I answer.
“Hello?” I said.
“Where are you?” a voice screams at me. Turns out Danny’s mum has been driving around with Danny, Conor and Ryan (the band) in the back of the car looking for me. Knocking on at my boyfriends house, his best mates house, my house… and I was no where to be found. She says she’s called the police on me. She says she wants the money because she’s reporting it stolen. She says she doesn’t trust me because I have no money myself because I’m a college drop out and can’t get a job anywhere. She swears, insults and really upsets me.
So I’m sat there in the back my boyfriends’ car in hysterical tears, not knowing why she’s doing this to me when all I’ve ever done is look after her son. Some promoters who I’m close to call me “mummy” and “the babysitter”, coz I’m always taking care of the guys. Everyone knows I’d do anything for them.
So I tell her I’ll post the money through Conors (my singers) door because I don’t want her near it. It’s got nothing to do with her. She doesn’t even take her son to the gigs, never mind stay to watch.
A few minutes later, I get a phone call from Danny. Wondering what the hell he could want now, I answer.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hi, is Vuz (the promoter from the gig the night before) there please?”
“What?!” I said angrily. Why is he being stupid? “It’s Clare, you idiot!”
“Oh, right… err…”
“You knew it was me, why are you ringing?!”
I don’t know what happened next, but I just went crazy, I’ve never had an argument with Danny face to face, or even on the phone. It’s always been online. I couldn’t take it anymore, I went crazy, screaming at him, telling him everything I’ve wanted to say since I first met him, telling him he’s an embarrassment to the band, telling him I can’t wait until his family finally pack up and fuck off to Australia… and then I shouted “That’s it, I’m out, I don’t want anything to do with you or that fucking band ever again” and I hang up the phone. Forgetting that the band is the only thing that keeps me going…
So I post the money through Conors’ door, still crying, and leave before they get to his house. Two months later, and they play their first gig without me. Me and my singer remained friends. Me and Ryan (my drummer) only recently started speaking again. But me and Danny have never spoke.
So they’re stood on stage at this gig with a set of new songs, a new bassist (who’s nothing on me btw), and they get to the last song… the last song me and Conor wrote together. He looked at me, and I knew what he wanted… I shook my head and pointed at Danny. He looked at me more meaningfully. I shook my head again and pointed more angrily at Danny. He rolled his head and continued playing as I dropped my bag and coat, ran to the stage, got up and sang the second “ my “ verse.
Aww.
D:
*is sorry for not having much to say*
captain america, March 14th, 2008 at 05:48:34pm