You’d been thinking about him again.

Of course you had. You always did lately. It came in waves. Something stupid would trigger it—, the smell of his cologne at a record store, or just a sudden, aching silence when no one was around to fill it with offbeat jokes and weird impersonations.

You’d been a terrible girlfriend. You didn’t listen. You never took him seriously. You made him feel small—like everything he said was a punchline. And yeah… you cheated. Because back then, you convinced yourself he’d never be enough.

But now you knew the truth. He was everything.

You were just walking, about to pass a little dive bar on the corner when you heard it—music. Familiar, vibrant, him.

No way.

You stepped inside, eyes adjusting to the dim light. It was packed, full of swaying bodies and easy conversation. And there he was—Micky—on stage. Sweat glistened on his brow, curls damp, sleeves rolled up, the kind of charisma that made the whole room tilt his way.

But it wasn’t his look that made your stomach twist.

It was the lyrics.

“Now wait just a minute while I sing this song / Don’t you worry baby it won’t take long…”

The melody was catchy, upbeat. But the words?

“Better know I can do it well… Can’t stand to look at your cheatin’ face…”

No one had told you they were performing tonight. Not Mike. Not Peter. Not even Davy, who couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. Mike had specifically said they were taking the day off.

You looked around and realized something: They didn’t want you here.

“You treated me like a little boy And you played around like I was a toy Guess you thought I’d have the blues Look who’s cryin’, guess you lose…”

The crowd was vibing, nodding along, some even dancing near the stage. You felt like someone had yanked the floor out from under you.

He didn’t look at you. Not once.

But he knew you were there.

Because once upon a time, you were the only person in the room he ever noticed. You were the one he cracked jokes for. You were the girl who had the goofy drummer wrapped around her finger.

And now? He couldn’t stand to look at you.

“Tell you what baby, well you better be movin’ on…”

The audience erupted in applause when he finished.