Micky sat on the edge of the bandstand, it was unusual for him to be in such an melancholy mood. He could often be found blowing things up, or practising drums, or more often than not, sleeping. But ever since they had lost their regular gig at the Vincent, he had blamed himself. She came in through the veranda door and noticed him sitting alone, legs pulled up to his chin, hugging his knees. She smiled a small smile and came and sat down next to him, mirroring his position.

"You need to stop blaming yourself" Knowing exactly what he was pouting about "It wasn't your fault. Mike doesn't think it's your fault, these things happen." She said, looking over at Mr Schneider, who was teaching Peter to play chess. Micky let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders.

"We're never going to make it" He spoke quietly. Micky was always the optimist, finding the glass half full, so it was a surprise to hear his negativity. She leaned over and kissed the side of his face.

"Not with that attitude you won't" She told him and slipped an arm around his waist. "You have no idea what's to come, Mick. Really. What is in store for you guys. What is in store for the world. Trust me, you feel like you won't make it now, but look what you have. Three brothers that love you, an amazing beach house"

"An amazing beach house that we can't afford." Micky interjected. She shook her head and let out a small giggle.

"Babe, there is so much more to come." She chewed on her lip before deciding to go ahead and say what she was thinking. "Trust me, okay? An end to the Vietnam War, man walking on the moon... Star Wars" Micky lifted his chin up and turned to look at her, eyebrows slightly raised.

"Star Wars? What's that?" He asked her. She let out another laugh.

"Oh just wait and see, but you're gonna love it. Just you wait and see." She kissed him again, got up and disappeared back out the veranda door. Micky watched her go, completely confused, but some how cheered up at the same time. He looked back over at Peter and Mr Schneider and let out a frustrated noise. "No, Pete! Protect your queen side castle!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.