When he turned 30, he got a chance to play one of the biggest music festivals in Britain. His brother ran the festival and had secured a spot for him. But it was too late, he'd already made a deal.
"It's ridiculous," he told himself, "to keep following this dream into your thirties. The music business is too hard. If it hasn't happened now, it's never going to happen." So he decided to go out with a bang, making the festival his last gig. He'd never play on stage again.
It's been almost 30 years now. He's found success in the business world instead, though his heart hasn't been in it. He recently went to see his brother, whom he hadn't visited since the show. He first met up with some old friends who asked him why he'd quit? Why did he quit playing music just when he'd broken through? "What do you mean?" he asked.
They told him, "The show you played at the festival, it got rave reviews."
He asked his brother if this was true and his brother pulled out a tattered old music magazine, opening it up to a two-page spread announcing the singer that stole the show, the one to watch, the singer who was the best thing to come out of the festival.
Why didn't you tell me?" he asked his brother.
"I was jealous."