I'm Trisha Brennan. I'm 20 years old, and I've got a plan.
Well... I've got most of a plan.
It's 1981, and I grew up with three older siblings who thought they knew everything. Which was annoying, because they usually did. Every time I said I wanted to make music, they'd tell me to get a proper job, be realistic, think sensible.
So I did the sensible thing.
I left.
Now I live with Shaney and Dom, their three-year-old daughter, and a second-hand synthesiser that's seen better days.
But that's not the point.
The point is, I know what I want.
I want to write music. I want people to hear it. I want my name on posters and album covers and festival stages.
Easy, right?
Okay... maybe not.
The thing is, I work best on my own.
Just me, my synthesiser, and a room where nobody's telling me what I should be doing with my life.
That's why I sold my saxophone to help get the loan for a studio in the back garden.
It wasn't exactly an easy decision.
I loved that saxophone.
But a proper studio?
That felt like the future.
And anyway, now I've got somewhere to disappear to whenever inspiration strikes.
Usually at two in the morning.
Luckily, I've got Shaney.
Shaney says every great artist has to struggle before they succeed. Which is easy for her to say because she and Dom seem to have everything organised before the rest of us have even finished breakfast.
Still, she's brilliant.
And then there's Dom.
Dom thinks every problem can be solved with a cup of tea and a spreadsheet.
He's wrong.
Mostly.
But somehow he always manages to help anyway.
So that's us.
Me, chasing the dream.
Shaney, keeping me inspired.
Dom, keeping me from accidentally setting my life on fire.
And their daughter, making sure none of us take ourselves too seriously.
Will I become a famous musician?
Will my siblings finally admit I was right?
Will I ever finish a recording without changing my mind halfway through?
This is my story.
The story of Trisha Brennan.