Sail along

Chapter 7

Mike did come home, hours later. It was already 2pm when he came in through the door. They tried to talk to him or apologize, but all he did was grab his bag and head out the door again. He didn't so much as look at the other band members.

"You think Mike's still mad at me?" Davy asked quietly.

"I don't know, maybe he was just in a hurry or something?" Micky asked. "He said he was going out tonight so he might just needed to leave." Davy sighed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Davy said then sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine.

"What time do we have to go for the gig?" Peter asked and Micky checked his watch.

"Well, we'll have to go there and set up and stuff. We're supposed to play a few numbers before the contest so that'll be at about 5:30-5:45 ish. So we don't have to leave until about 4, I think."

"Okay," Peter sighed, staring out the window.

"I hate this." Micky said. Peter looked at him as Davy lowered the magazine he was reading to look at his as well.

"Hate what?" Davy asked.

"Hate the waiting for a gig. It drives me crazy, I get nervous energy." Micky said.

"Here," Davy said, tossing the magazine to him "read this."

"What is it?" Micky asked, picking it up with interest.

"One of Mike's car magazines," Davy answered "how he can spend hours reading that I have no clue." Micky laughed.

"This is acutely mine." He said "and it's old." He tossed it aside.

"You like car magazines?" Peter asked, genuinely curious. "I didn't think you cared much about cars."

"Yeah, well, it's mine." Micky sighed, tapping his foot nervously.

"I'm sorry," Peter looked down, thinking he had offended Micky. "I was just asking."

"It's okay Peter," Micky said smiling "me and Mike both like cars so it was a logical assumption to think it was Mikes."

"Okay," Peter nodded and smiled, turning his gaze back out the window.

"I hope Mike's okay," he said after a while. Davy sighed.

"Me too."

"I'm sure he is," Micky offered. "He sometimes just needs to blow off steam every now and then. I think he'll be back in time for the gig tonight."

"But what if he's not?" Peter asked with big worried eyes.

"Well...then it'll be okay, Peter. Let's not worry about that now." Micky said.

"Okay," Peter whispered.

"Do you know if Mike took the car?" Davy asked.

Micky went over and peeked out the window.

"Nope, the car's still here," he muttered with a sigh.

"Well, that's good at least," Davy said "we can pack our instruments into it."

"Yeah, I guess," Micky sighed, looking down. "We won't be leaving for another few hours though. You wanna do something in the meantime?"

"Like what?" Peter asked.

"I don't know, I spy?" Micky suggested.

Davy shrugged. It would pass the time, after all.

"I'll start," Peter smiled, looking around the room. "I spy with my little eye...Mike!"