In the summer months, 16 year old Mike Wheeler typically had the house to himself during the days. Free to do anything he wanted to do, of course he didn’t do anything too wild. Ate snacks his mother would scold him for later, walked around in his shirt and boxers because why wear pants if you’re by yourself? Oh and he listened to music.
Very loudly, sang and danced throughout his house without a care in the world.
On this particular day, he decided to go through his parent’s music collection. After moments of searching, he pulled out a cassette labeled, Supertramp.
He had heard a lot of this band, his mother played it around the house when he was younger. He popped it in and a familiar tune that he knew as, ‘The Logical Song’ began to flow through the house.
‘And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical-’
The lyrics reminded him of school, how it often stifled him, feeling as if he could not be the imaginative person he so wanted to be.
He continued to dance through the kitchen, dramatically throwing himself from place to place.
‘At night, when all the world’s asleep, the questions run so deep
For such a simple man
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd-’
Mike prepared himself for the next part of the song, how the end of the line repeats and raises an octave each time. He had sung this line a million times, even after his voice dropping some, he could still manage to stay in key with the singer.
‘But please tell me who I am’
He grabbed a spoon that had been laying on the table, hoisting himself up onto the smooth surface of the table.
On the last and final who I am, he was singing upwards to the ceiling, his makeshift microphone and arms flung outward. His voice matching the singer, but in his moment of victory, he hadn’t heard the door open.
So as the note ended, he had lowered his head and arms and was surprised to see El standing there with a hint of a smirk on her face.
Oh, and very very embarrassed.
Immediately he felt his face go hot, hopping down from his ‘stage’ and moved to the side of the room where she was standing.
"Um, how long have you been here?“ Mike asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck, avoiding looking at her.
"So you heard that last part, didn’t you?“
"I did.” She replied, before laughing. “Nice boxers by the way.“
"I um, I-“
He had forgot about his outfit choice and turned a shade of red that El didn’t think was humanly possible.
She started the tape over, grabbing his hand as the song started to play again, but he stood frozen in his place.
"Sing with me, Mike.“
And so he did, the two of them dancing and singing together.
It was fun, he had to admit.
But still, Mike learned to lock the front door after that day.
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