baby noise. Dad passed the slippery boy to Mum who kissed him over and over again. I rested my head against Dad’s shoulder and he put an arm around me and held me tight.
All of us were crying and smiling and I have never, ever felt so much love for my family. Nothing else mattered in those moments. Not some stupid court case and not stupid Taylor Mersky.
Just Mum and Dad and me and Harrison.
Stuff the whole world because that day I was so proud to be a Bergin!
‘Can you call Clayton and Julie?’ Mum smiled at me. ‘I promised them they would be the first to know.’
13.
Clayton Farrelly
I’d never been a witness in court before so I was nervous and yet I really wanted to say my piece to help Chris out. I just hoped it wouldn’t backfire or something so that I did more harm than good. The lawyer dude was tossing up between putting me on the stand or Julie and in the end decided on me but Jules made a statement to the cops about that night. For the last couple of months, or is it weeks, I’ve lost track, months I think, everything has been about THAT NIGHT. That fateful fucking night when Chris went mad, completely out of character and got loaded and screwed a couple of groupies.
I’m no saint. I’ve been there. More times than I care to share with anyone but I’m pretty stable now with Julie. I haven’t cheated on her. Not since we were married anyway. In the early days I was still getting the fame and groupie thing out of my system. Man, it’s hard to resist temptation when you spent your youth begging chicks for sex and then bang at the age of twenty-five or six you hit the big time and become like rock legends and girls, hot, really, really, hot girls, start begging you for sex. What’s a guy gonna do? She busted me once in the early days and that was it. Never again.
Out of all of us, the whole band I mean, only Chris kept it in his pants. He’s totally devoted to his woman. He and Megan are tight. The real deal. He had plenty of offers. Chicks used to hide naked in his room. But he just rose above it and was always gracious and respectful and when he told them how much he loved his wife and how faithful he was, they’d want him even more. It was insane. He was a total chick magnet and a complete monk. I don’t know how he did it. Really.
Most people don’t believe me when I tell them that this was the first and only time I ever saw Chris drop his guard around groupies.
The girls were hot and even Julie agrees that they did not look fifteen and sixteen. No way. It was slut central. Stilettos, mini-skirts, tits hanging out and they arrived at the party with a bag of tricks. The little one, the one who caused all this fuss, she had a handbag full of uppers and downers and E’s. She was handing them out like lollies. I had an E and so did Julie, mind you I didn’t fess up to that on the stand.
Anyway, I wore a suit. Me in a suit? It was pretty hilarious and even raised a smile on Chris’s lips.
When I was shown into the court-room I was more nervous than when we’d played that gig at Wembley Stadium. Everyone was so terribly serious. A Magistrate up on the bench. Cops and dicks everywhere and poor old Chris up the front with his sharp lawyer. He’s a good guy and fixed up a little matter when our guitarist got busted with some pot a few years back. Got him off that so I was pretty confident that he’d get Chris off. We were hoping that after that day the Magistrate would not proceed with the charges. They were totally bogus.
It was quiet and the dude swore me in and I took a seat in the witness box thing. There was a little microphone on the podium in front of me. I wanted to give Chris the thumbs up but just tried not to look at him.
‘Can you tell us how you remember the evening of the 4 th of April of this year, the final performance on your tour. Start from when you finished playing and went backstage,’ the silver-haired lawyer asked me.
Tim was pretty friendly usually
All of us were crying and smiling and I have never, ever felt so much love for my family. Nothing else mattered in those moments. Not some stupid court case and not stupid Taylor Mersky.
Just Mum and Dad and me and Harrison.
Stuff the whole world because that day I was so proud to be a Bergin!
‘Can you call Clayton and Julie?’ Mum smiled at me. ‘I promised them they would be the first to know.’
13.
Clayton Farrelly
I’d never been a witness in court before so I was nervous and yet I really wanted to say my piece to help Chris out. I just hoped it wouldn’t backfire or something so that I did more harm than good. The lawyer dude was tossing up between putting me on the stand or Julie and in the end decided on me but Jules made a statement to the cops about that night. For the last couple of months, or is it weeks, I’ve lost track, months I think, everything has been about THAT NIGHT. That fateful fucking night when Chris went mad, completely out of character and got loaded and screwed a couple of groupies.
I’m no saint. I’ve been there. More times than I care to share with anyone but I’m pretty stable now with Julie. I haven’t cheated on her. Not since we were married anyway. In the early days I was still getting the fame and groupie thing out of my system. Man, it’s hard to resist temptation when you spent your youth begging chicks for sex and then bang at the age of twenty-five or six you hit the big time and become like rock legends and girls, hot, really, really, hot girls, start begging you for sex. What’s a guy gonna do? She busted me once in the early days and that was it. Never again.
Out of all of us, the whole band I mean, only Chris kept it in his pants. He’s totally devoted to his woman. He and Megan are tight. The real deal. He had plenty of offers. Chicks used to hide naked in his room. But he just rose above it and was always gracious and respectful and when he told them how much he loved his wife and how faithful he was, they’d want him even more. It was insane. He was a total chick magnet and a complete monk. I don’t know how he did it. Really.
Most people don’t believe me when I tell them that this was the first and only time I ever saw Chris drop his guard around groupies.
The girls were hot and even Julie agrees that they did not look fifteen and sixteen. No way. It was slut central. Stilettos, mini-skirts, tits hanging out and they arrived at the party with a bag of tricks. The little one, the one who caused all this fuss, she had a handbag full of uppers and downers and E’s. She was handing them out like lollies. I had an E and so did Julie, mind you I didn’t fess up to that on the stand.
Anyway, I wore a suit. Me in a suit? It was pretty hilarious and even raised a smile on Chris’s lips.
When I was shown into the court-room I was more nervous than when we’d played that gig at Wembley Stadium. Everyone was so terribly serious. A Magistrate up on the bench. Cops and dicks everywhere and poor old Chris up the front with his sharp lawyer. He’s a good guy and fixed up a little matter when our guitarist got busted with some pot a few years back. Got him off that so I was pretty confident that he’d get Chris off. We were hoping that after that day the Magistrate would not proceed with the charges. They were totally bogus.
It was quiet and the dude swore me in and I took a seat in the witness box thing. There was a little microphone on the podium in front of me. I wanted to give Chris the thumbs up but just tried not to look at him.
‘Can you tell us how you remember the evening of the 4 th of April of this year, the final performance on your tour. Start from when you finished playing and went backstage,’ the silver-haired lawyer asked me.
Tim was pretty friendly usually
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