leading the band on a now defunct, but once loved variety show. ‘It’s The Weekend’ ran for twenty years. Every Saturday, families would gather around the TV’s white glow and watch what used to be the country’s favourite programme. Trevor played the saxophone, and played it very well. Had it not been for television, he could have toured his life away, sharing arenas with the greats. He could have seen the world on a busker’s wage, and filled his memories with an artist’s pay. And those who saw him, would’ve surely loved him, but few would’ve ever known his name. Instead, he chose immediate fame, and the cameras as his stage. But his celebrity had come to a close and Trevor knew it well, and accepted it long ago, yet seeing an old friend like Sandy, brought his former years to bare.
Good to see ya, mate.
He told him warmly, assuring him with a laugh. Sandy set to turn his dear friend’s mood, and embraced him once again. Trevor hugged him back tightly, submitting to his grasp, and in that moment, each was happy for what they still held onto, this pair of former stallions, finally reduced to common geldings of fame.
What’re ya doing here, mate?
Sandy asked, digressing the subject.
I heard you were playin’ in town – you don’t get here much anymore. How’d it go in there?
Sandy knew he didn’t have to lie to his old friend, their friendship had always transcended success, and even though they seldom saw each other, their bond was always strong.
Sandy told him the truth.