Bit by bit, each time you talk with them, you notice one more sullen face among the smiling ones, until eventually there's a complete set of them. Why hasn't our record sold more? Why is it only double platinum? Why do we have to be successful? Why have you screwed up our lives? We're leaving. To be honest, the day that happens will be the happiest day you can remember during the whole damned time you managed them.
I find it frustrating when my record is off and flying in some territories while in others I can't seem to get arrested. Fans from the countries where I'm struggling to get heard often write me incredulous messages asking why the song/album is not available in their region or why the radio stations are not playing it and I can offer no decent explanation for them.