Out of Time [Brian Jones]

All Sold Out

Why put this sadness inside of me
Why be so matter-of-fact
Why put this one bit of hope in me
You sold me out and that's that
*

"Oh now that I think about it... what happens with the filming?" I asked. Mary had found nothing about it anywhere and was a bit surprised. She would have liked to watch it on TV, at least the part she missed out on. She had asked me about it, but of course I had no idea and hadn't talked to any of them, beside the phone call with Keith and even if I had. This didn't sound like something Brian would tell me. I mean he hardly ever spoke about the band and I think he was happy that I didn't ask either. I knew it wasn't one of his favourite topics and I didn't want to pry, especially when in all honesty it really made no difference for me if they recorded a new album or not. It was their business and not mine.

"Well we didn't really like it..." Keith shrugged.

I frowned. "And?"

"Nothing. It's just not going on television." He said.

"Pity. Mary missed the second part and would have liked to see you guys perform..." I said.

"Sorry for her then, but you saw the whole thing! So who did you like best?" He curiously asked.

I shrugged. "I am not sure... I didn't know Jethro Tull before and well they were good and of course the Who, but you weren't bad either, I suppose. "

Keith laughed. "Of course you would say that."

I rolled my eyes. Why did he ask me in the first place, when he exactly knew what I was going to say? He knew I was no fan of theirs, but well... "Oh eh... I didn't know you sung too. I though Mick was the only one who did."

He laughed. "Well glad to surprise you from now and then." He winked. "Brian, if you don't like me talking to her, you shouldn't have left her, you know? She's my date for the evening, even if you can take her home later." I looked at Brian who was glaring at Keith and again I felt a huge need to roll my eyes. At least I could see why Keith was fixated on talking with me, he was trying to annoy Brian. Marianne was indeed right. They could be worse than five year olds.

"You're doing it on purpose." Brian said.

Keith shook his head. "I am just talking to her. I am doing nothing."

"You know what you're doing..."

"Brian, calm down. Alright." Keith sighed. "You should thank me instead of complaining, without me she wouldn't even be here." Before Brian could say anything, Shirley interrupted us to take our plates and I saw my chance to get finally away for a second. I was trying but these whole attention was too much and to get away from Keith and Brian for a moment sounded like the perfect opportunity.

"Let me help you." I could see that Shirley wanted to turn my help down, but I didn't give her a chance. I got up grabbed some plates, before she could even object. She smiled and thanked me and I followed her back to the kitchen.

"You really didn't have to..." She tried again. As I sat down the plates on a counter.

I shook my head. Only because they invited us didn't mean that she had to serve us all evening and furthermore she was actually doing me a favour not the other way around. "No it's fine. I'm glad to get away for a minute."

She smiled. "Yeah they can get a bit much. I know them much longer and I still feel sometimes overwhelmed. How long are you and Brian together now?" She asked and started to clean the kitchen. I stood there a bit awkwardly. Honestly I had no idea, what to reply to that, especially considering we weren't together nor that I hadn't seen him in two weeks.