When you have nothing worth living for, why do you carry on? There is one answer, for music.

In the city of Mansfield, the people are wealthy and arrogant. They look down at homeless, working class citizens, like yourself. You have no family, no money and no real life, but there is one thing you do carry within yourself, and that is a talent and love for music. Living in a small rented flat, that you manage to straggle your way through to pay rent for, living off inexpensive food and cheap clothes you find in a local charity shop, you have constant gigs booked every night at club a few miles away, your only use of transport, is a couple of motorcycles and a battered, ancient jeep. The gigs you play, whether they are covers of your favourite bands or songs you have created yourself, are usually to a small audience of around a hundred people who are most likely drunk or high on drugs. The pay is low, but you don’t play for profit, you play for enjoyment and life.
Whether you're lost in thought, strumming away or off your head from drinking alcohol, you’re never completely alone, for now...

These individuals have to fight their way through to live, steal from the rich and commit unimaginable crimes to stay alive, it looks likes they've already reached rock bottom.

Will these poor, innocent souls ever find fame or be recognised from others?


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