Re: Sean and Mike
"Wow, that's quite the assortment, impressive," Mike replied. He had never been much of a musician but that was more because he had never bothered to try. He was confident he could do it if he wanted to. Of course, not as good as Sean, he was sure, but certainly better than the father. "Bach's Jesu is my favorite. I've always preferred the classical pieces to contemporary music. How's the contemporary music in this world? Any of that Lady Gaga or other artists we have back home? I haven't bothered to listen to the music stations." Of course he should. One often learned more important things about fitting in on the streets from the popular music stations and their talk shows than the news channels. And if they were going to be on the lam, then they'd have to fit in on the streets. He'd make a point to spend some time on it.
"You're in good hands with Sav," he said with a teasing smile. "One of the things I tell people is that in a fist fight you run the risk of breaking the small bones in your hand, which can not only slow you down but as you know put a damper on your music playing once you're out of danger. Use your environment when possible. Slamming someone's head into a bathroom sink is going to be far more painful than decking them in the jaw."
His face it up with an idea. "Would you be interested in performing something for the gang? It could be a neat change in the kind of social gatherings we have. I'd be glad to talk to Savannah about it."