Mike smiled a bit at the question, shrugging. “It was true, once,” he replied. He’d written it because of a girl he’d known when he was younger. One that he still missed dearly, when he thought about it. He knew, deep down, that his relationship with her just wasn’t meant to be, but that didn’t stop him from missing her. He’d wanted her as a friend, more than a love interest, but she hadn’t seemed to want that. And she had been rather bent on just being the perfect couple, and getting married, and how their lives were going to be so perfect. And Mike didn’t want that, really; he wanted music. A musical life with the guys, that he was able to live out and be happy with. He didn’t need to be professional, and he didn’t need to settle down with a wife and kids. He was too young to do that, and especially had been when he’d first gotten with her.
His smile fell from his face as he thought about her, easily getting lost in his memories. They’d had great times together, really. Happy times, that Mike desperately wanted to relive. Just for a moment or two, maybe. It was all the little things he missed, too. How she always wore one of his shirts to bed, how she loved rainy days, or even something as little as how she liked doing her hair. It was all just a sad, yet happy memory. Mike was just lonely, he supposed. He had the guys, of course, but this was different.
He slowly realized he was still talking to Peter, and was quick to plaster on another smile. A fake one, but Mike didn’t think Peter would notice. There would be a time to mope, later, and Mike figured he could worry about everything, then.
“Do you wanna try to sing it?” Mike asked, next. “Or should we just try somethin’ else, to get your vocal range?” Mike didn’t know whether Peter would have a small one or not. Mike, personally, had a wide range, which was only good because it meant that he’d be able to figure out exactly how Peter sang.
Peter could always tell when the guys were lying to him. Well, usually. They hardly had any reasons to lie to each other about anything. When Micky lied it was usually about not doing something when he had, when Davy liked it was about not liking something, or someone, when he did, but when Mike lied it was often about not feeling something when he felt it very much. When Peter lied it was about knowing something when he didn’t, or not knowing something when he did. But Peter had never been very good at lying.
And he knew Michael’s smile was a faker, but he said nothing about it. At least he wouldn’t right now. He had Mike’s attention and he didn’t want to loose it because he’d upset him over talking about some girl.
After a moment of thought, Peter stood, moving away from the amp, stepping down from the bandstand to the keyboard just off to the right. Peter was curious as to what the people before them used the area infront of the window as. It was a perfect stage. He sat on the stool, figuring out the few chords to the song in quick succession, singing to himself a little, a little too high in his register before figuring that out and switching lower.