Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16
Stunned in flattery, she stammered, "Oh, no... thirty-eight actually."
"What?! No way! You've gotta be using some miracle product. What's your secret? Come on, what?" Melody may have laid it on a little thick, but Sandra was responding very positively as they chatted.
After a few minutes, Sandra tumed to Mike. "We're actually just about to start the karaoke contest. Now, I happen to know for a fact that you know every last word of The Devil Went Down to Georgia. So I guess the only question is, how much blackmail is it gonna take to get you up to that microphone?"
Melody gasped in excitement. "Mike, you've got to do it!"
He tried his best to back out of it. Mike was never one for public shaming, which is what this would be considering his singing abilities. That was, after all, the reason he got into trumpet playing. Unfortunately, Sandra had a trump card he couldn't beat.
"Besides, Sasha wants to show you her dance moves from yesterday's recital. I bet the two of you would kill it up there."
Damn, this woman doesn't play fair!
Seeing the child's face light up in anticipation, Mike knew he couldn't say no. "Fine, fine, let's do it kid!"
They made their way up to the microphone hooked into the PA system, waiting for the intro to start. As the Charlie Daniels Band cranked through the loudspeakers, Sasha's feet turned into a blur. Sure enough, Mike hit every last one of the tongue twisting lyrics of the song, bringing cheers from the partiers as he finished the final chorus.
Once the song ended, Sasha ran excitedly back to her mother, while Melody went to grab Mike and her a couple of burgers. Cheese and ketchup on mine please, Mike thought to her.
Sure thing. I'm getting everything on mine, since it's my first burger and all.
Tyler was now out of the pool and made his way over to Mike, greeting him with his traditional fist bump. "What's up, Tyler? Happy birthday man!"
"What's wrong with you? No present? Man, that's just rude..." Tyler said sarcastically. "Well, I guess watching you make a damn fool of yourself up there was a pretty good gift."
Laughing, Mike shot back, "Watch your mouth, man. You know your mama would slap you silly if she caught you talkin' like that."
"True dat. She's scary." He nodded his head towards Melody. "That you're new girlfriend?"
"Yep, that's her," Mike replied.
He chuckled. "Mom said she saw a girl when she stopped by your place earlier. If you ask me, this one's a BIG improvement over the last one."
Mike cut him off quickly. "Alright, alright, first of all, you are way to young to be talkin' like that. Secondly, you go around comparing women to each other, none of 'em will ever wanna go out with you. Get my drift?"
"Yeah, guess that's true. Girls, man. They got way too many rules."
Mike chuckled. "Some things never change."
"Anyhow, I'm off. We're about to start a game of Marco Polo."
"Take it easy Tyler. Stay out of trouble!"
As he ran off, Melody came over with their food. "Having fun?"
"You know it," Mike replied. "I'm glad Tyler and Sasha got into their charter school last year. They're both great kids, and now they can actually show it."
"Well Sandra's right, they both adore you. Not hard to see why," she said with a wink.
"So, what'd you and Sandra talk about?"
"Well, I told her how we met, where I moved from, all that stuff," Melody said. "She loved that I have an interest in photography: said there're tons of opportunities for good work around Atlanta." Melody's face turned more serious for a moment. "She really cares for you, you know."
Mike stopped chewing for a moment. "Why do you say that?"
Melody shrugged. "She made a point of asking me what my intentions are with you. She said you've been hurt in the past,
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