Micky: Davy will you get the door? (No answer) Davy?
Mike: He's not here remember? He had a date after our gig.
Micky: Oh; guess I'm just used to him answering it is all. (Micky gets the door and sees a pretty brunette-headed girl standing at the door. Her hair was semi-long and she was really thin built and beautiful) Hi, you must be Amber! I'm Micky.
Girl: Well, actually I'm not Amber. I'm Phyllis Baker and I just moved in yesterday. I stopped here to see if I could borrow a cup of flour.
Mike (Eyes wide in shock as he heard the name): Phyllis..?! What are *you* doing here?!
Phyllis: Michael..?!
Micky: You two know each other?
Mike: Yeah; she's my wife! (Micky's eyes got wide)
Phyllis: Actually, we aren't anything at the moment. You walked out remember? You left me with our son right before he was born and haven't come back.
Mike: Then how in the world did you find me?
Phyllis: I left our son with my mother to come look for you. I even rented an apartment just so I could look for you. Now that I found you, I'm not sure I want to talk to you.
Mike: Come *in* here! (Phyllis stepped inside and Mike took her into a long kiss in which she did not want)
Micky: Wait a second! When did *you* get married Mike?
Peter: Yeah and why didn't you invite us?
Mike: Phyllis and I have been married for about a year ok? It was before I met you three guys and chased after a silly dream to become famous.
Phyllis: Yeah; a silly dream that I thought your son and I would be a *part* of! How could you do this to me Mike?
Mike: I don't know babe.
Phyllis: Have you even bothered to think about me since you left?
Mike: We parted on such bad terms that I didn't think you'd ever want me back. So after I got here, I pushed you outta my head to concentrate on my music.
Phyllis: Why didn't you just send me divorce papers then? (Mike didn't answer her) Michael, the reason I chased after you is because I found a new person to be with. The only problem is I can't be with him unless you sign a divorce paper and let me have full custody of our son.
Mike: Does our son even have a name?
Phyllis: Yes. It's Christopher Daniel. He's just shy of being a year old. (Phyllis pulled out a picture and gave it to Mike. Mike's heart just melted and he fell into a chair in thought)
Mike: He's got dark hair.
Phyllis: Yes he does. He looks just like you. (Mike handed the picture back to Phyllis slowly. He stood up in even deeper thought)
Mike: Do you want to go talk somewhere?
Phyllis: There is *nothing* to *talk* about. I'm sorry that it's come to this; but I can't hold onto you if you don't want me.
Mike: It's not that I didn't want you. I loved you very much.
Phyllis: Then *what* was your problem?
Mike: It was your mother okay? She was always putting her nose into everything.
Phyllis: What did you expect her to do? You got me pregnant before we got married and…
Mike: Hey now just hold on one moment Phyllis Jean! It takes two people to make a baby. (Micky and Peter are in the background eating popcorn now and listening to the fight)
*Micky (Whispering): It's almost like a scene from a movie.*
*Peter: Which one?*
*Micky: I don't know; any movie.*
*Peter: Wonder why he never told us about her?*
*Micky: Shhh…I wanna hear this.*
Phyllis: That's right Michael it *does.* And it also takes *two* to raise that baby! Or so I thought anyway. And your mother wasn't any better. She would call me all the time telling me how to burp the baby, how not to hold the baby because it would get spoiled and she even went so far as to tell me that I was gaining too much weight during the pregnancy.
Mike: See..? This is exactly the conversation that led to our separation! And I wasn't aware that when I married you I was marrying your mother y'know?
Phyllis: Very funny Mike! (There was silence for a second) Just sign the papers please? I need to go cancel my apartment so I can go home to Christopher.
*Micky: We can't let them get a divorce.*
*Peter: How come?*
*Micky: It's obvious they love each other. Can't you tell by looking at them?*
*Peter: Not from this angle. All I see is their hair.* (Micky rolled his eyes)
*Micky: When Davy gets back, we go to work on our plan to put them together.*
*Peter: But won't that break up the group? We need Mike y'know?*
*Micky: I know; but sometimes love is more important than anything else in life.*
*Peter: For once I agree with you.*
Micky (Speaking up): Hey Mike? I know I'm just your best friend and all but how about an introduction?
Mike: Sorry. Micky? Peter? This is my wife; Phyllis. Phyllis? These are two of three band mates. This is Micky and this is Peter. Davy is out on a date somewhere.
Phyllis (Shaking their hands): Nice to meet you. (To Mike) Sign the papers ok?
Micky: Hey, I have a better idea. Why don't the two of you talk this out?
Mike: Mick, just stay outta this.
Micky: No can do my brother. You see, Peter and I have been watching you and Phyllis. We think you two need to have a nice evening alone together.
Peter: Yeah; no adults necessary. (Peter snickered at his own joke)
Mike: Micky…
Micky: Don't Micky me. You go to your room young man and don't come out until I say so! (Mike just looked at him) Go, go, go, go, go! (Micky pushed Mike to his room) Phyllis, my dear? You need the help of a young friend of ours.
Phyllis: I do?
Micky: Yeah. Her name is Amber and she should be here just about… (The doorbell rung) now. (Micky opened the door) Are you Amber?
Amber (Smiling): Yes. You must be Micky.
Micky: How'd you guess?
Amber: The cute fuzzy hair gave it away.
Micky: I gotta a favor to ask of you. (Micky whispered into Amber's ears) Would you do it?
Amber (Smiling): You bet. (To Phyllis) C'mon darlin'. We got some girl talkin' to do. (Amber took Phyllis out)
Mike (Appearing at his door): Micky…
Micky: Now listen here, my boy. If you want to get that wife of yours back, you gotta let *us* (Pointing to Peter and himself) handle it from here. You just go back to your room now! (Micky pushed Mike to his room) There you go! Go read a book or something. I'll call ya when we're ready. (To Peter) Do you know how to cook?
Peter: Sure. I make a mean soup.
Micky: Heh, I think we'll order take-out. (Micky and Peter went to work at the apartment house)