The next few days dragged on and the tension between Mike, Micky and Madison grew. Micky wasn't speaking to Mike and worse, he wasn't listening. Every time Mike tried to explain what really happened, he would leave the room. Madison and Micky weren't speaking at all. She had stopped trying to talk to him after the day at the beach. Peter and Davy had no idea what was going on. No one even attempted to explain it to them and they didn't want to push the issue; things were stressful enough. Rehearsals were interesting; three people just going through the motions like robots and two people confused.
On Thursday afternoon, Mike called a meeting at the pad before they were set to leave for Club George. "I think we should try to put away our differences for the show tonight."
"I agree." Madison replied.
"Of course you would agree with him." Micky snapped.
"Micky, give it a rest, man." Mike sighed. "It's your fault this is happening in the first place."
"My fault?" Micky's eyes grew wide. "Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black. I'm not the one who asked my best friend's girl out."
"You asked Maddie out?" Davy asked astonished.
"No!" Mike bellowed. "I didn't ask her out." He threw his hands up.
"I heard you!" Micky stood up in front of Mike.
"I've had it!" Madison yelled. She walked over and stood between them. "Micky, just believe whatever you want to. You'll do that anyway. And Mike, just drop it, its not worth the energy." She grabbed her tambourine off the table. "Let's just try to get through tonight and look happy about it. Tomorrow you can tell the manager I left the band due to artistic differences."
"That suits me just fine!" Micky replied.
"I thought it might!" Madison stormed out the front door.
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Something happened when they got up on that stage that night. Suddenly, all the tension went away and they clicked together as a group again and the audience went wild!
"Thank you!" Mike beamed into the microphone. "Before we go, I have a couple of things to say." He waited for the audience to calm down. "First, I have to tell ya, it has been a really long week. But there is nobody in the world I'd rather play with than these folks up here with me tonight." Again, the audience roared. "Second, I want to sing a song I wrote to someone special." He looked back at Madison and then at Micky. Then he scanned the audience and found Samantha standing near the back of the room. He winked right at her. "Samantha, I wrote this for you."
Know that something very strange
Is happening to my brain.
I'm either feeling very good
Or else I am insane.
The seeds of doubt you planted
Have started to grow wild
But feel that I must yield before
The wisdom of a child.
And it's love you bring,
No that I can't deny,
With your wings,
I can learn to fly,
Sweet young thing.
People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts
To try and bring me down.
Tuned on to the sunset,
Like I've never done before.
And I listen for your footsteps
And your knock upon the door.
And it's love you bring,
With dreams of bluer skies.
All these things,
When I see them in your eyes,
Sweet young thing.
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When the applause finally ended and they were allowed to leave the stage, Mike walked off to find Samantha standing behind the curtain. "Hi."
"You wrote that for me?" She smiled nervously.
"Yes." He answered shyly taking her hands in his.
"I…" She started to say but was cut off by his lips softly kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, whatever she was going to say could definitely wait.
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Madison saw Mike and Samantha kissing and ran to her dressing room in tears. She was happy for them but her heart was breaking because of Micky. It wasn't long before there was a soft knock on the door. "Just a minute." She quickly dried her eyes and blew her nose. "Come in."
In through the door came a waving white handkerchief tied to the end of a drumstick. "What do you want?" She said coldly.
Micky came in the rest of the way and shut the door behind him. "I want my girl back."
"I'm not so sure that's possible." Madison turned her back to him. "You really hurt me."
"I know." He walked over and knelt down beside her. "I'm sorry. I was jealous and hard-headed." He took the brush off of her make-up table and positioned the handle in front of his heart. "I don't deserve to live."
"No, you don't." Madison giggled. "But I don't know what I would do without you." She took the brush out of his hand. "And if you ever pull that jealous act again, I'll stab you myself."
"Deal." He held out his hand and she took it. They looked at each other, their eyes full of passion and hunger. "Let's go home, doll."
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