Chapter 3

"Morning Davy." Mike yawned as he walked down the stairs.

"Hey, Mike. How was Micky acting last night?" Davy asked sounding concerned.

"Quiet. Why? Is he still acting like that?"

"Yes. He's being very weird. He kept calling me David. I'm worried about him."

"I'm sure he's okay. Proubly something's bothering him. He'll come around. You worry too much." Mike patted Davy's shoulder.

"He wants us to start calling him George Michael."

"What?!" Mike cried now sounding worried.

"Yep. Will you please talk to him?" Davy pleaded.

"Yeah Dave. I'll talk to him."

Later that afternoon Micky entered the pad.

"Afternoon, Robert."

"What did you call me?!" Mike demanded.

"Robert. That's your name isn't it?"

"Look Micky-"

"George Michael."

"Whatever. You can call me either Mike or Michael. But never Robert. Okay?" Mike asked firmly.

"Okay Michael."

Mike sighed. "What is going on with you? Peter was worried about last night. And now Davy's worried. And frankly so am I."

"I'm fine Michael. Now if you'll excuse me I think I'll go to the art gallery."

"You?" Mike asked sounding surprised.

"What does that mean?" Micky asked sharply.

"Well you usually don't go there."

Micky groaned. "I'm so sick of people thinking that I can't do anything new!"

"Sorry Mick. Calm down."

"It's George Michael. I'll see you later." Micky said slamming the door hard behind him.

Whatever's going on with Micky I hope he can work through it and soon. Mike thought.