What Happened in America

Nothing More

RoadTrip started their soundcheck. They first tested each of their microphones to see if they worked. Then they each sung a chorus to a the random songs they always sing in soundcheck. Lastly they went through the whole set list.

Throughout soundcheck Brooklyn watched Rye. Rye was acting... stranger than normal. It was like Rye didn't know whether to keep Mikey so close that Mikey's back was pressed to Rye's front or to keep him far away and walk away when Mikey walked towards him.

Jack walked towards Brook and asked, "Are you seeing this?"

Brooklyn broke his attention from Rye to look at Jack, "If by 'this' you mean Rye confusing the shit out of Mikey," when Jack nodded he added, "Then yeah I do."

They watched Mikey's hurt expression the third time Rye pretended not to see him and walked past him.

"I don't think this will end well," Jack winced. "Mikey!" He called, when Mikey looked at him, he signalled him to come to them, "not well at all," he whispered to Brooklyn before Mikey made it over.

"Hey, mate," Mikey said, he glanced at Rye and shook his head before he looked back at Jack and Brooklyn. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah we're fine," Jack said, "Are you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mikey answered absentmindedly.

"Mike-," Brooklyn begun but Mikey cut him off.

"We'll figure it out," Mikey ran a hand through his hair, already knowing what they were asking about, "I really don't want to talk about it." And he didn't, he didn't know how he was going to solve what's going on now with Rye. It also wouldn't help that he would be staying until the end of Livin iT's soundcheck to hang out with Max. He really got himself in trouble this time and he didn't know what to do.

"Okay," Brooklyn said softly.

There was a moment of tense silence between the three while Andy was singing in the background, before Jack broke it when he said, "This soundcheck has been a little... tame.. don't you think Mike?"

That changed Mikey's mood. He began to smile evilly as the evil smile grew on Jack's face. "You're right mate, how do you suggest we fix it?"

"Well," he pulled Mikey closer by his arm, and then used that same arm to place it around his waist and whispered in his ear.

Mikey listened and then laughed, "I think that's a great idea! But they'll kill us."

"All the more reason to do it!" Jack said.

"You're right," Mikey nodded.

They both nodded and turned to Brooklyn, "You in?" Jack asked.

"A chance to mess with the two dads of the band? Count me in!" Brooklyn answered.

They told Brooklyn the plan and he nodded eagerly.

They broke their separate ways, getting ready for the next song, all with wicked smiles on their faces.

Throughout the last three songs they had to practice, Mikey, Jack and Brooklyn kept messing up the lyrics. They either pretended to forget the lyrics or sang the wrong ones. They messed up the timings of the songs and when Rye and Andy were singing they just made a whole bunch of background sounds on their mikes so you couldn't hear either of them.

By the end of the last song on their setlist Rye and Andy looked like they wanted to commit murder. Jack, Brooklyn and Mikey were laughing so hard they were crying.

"Really, guys?" Andy asked, he put his guitar behind his back and then placed his hands on his hips and annoyed expression on his face.

"You got to admit, it was funny," Mikey said in between laughs.