For the third time today, G Flip is crying. We’re sharing the backseat on a drive from Sydney to Canberra, talking about the first music management deal they were offered: the moment it seemed their dreams were coming true.
“I cry when feelings are too hectic,” the 29-year-old says, declining my offer of a tissue to wipe away tears with their hand instead – but I’m distracted by the car in the lane next to us. A woman in the passenger seat is leaning forward, head cocked and mouth agape, trying to get a proper look at the vehicle we are riding in.
