Trent, Mickey & Open
"My baby, he don't talk sweet, he ain't got much saaay..."
Mickey turned his eyes heavenward, laughing widely. He shook his head, looking directly at Trent, and then he decided to commit to it. Kane wanted cheesy? Kane would get cheesy.
There were a few things Mickey was blessed with. One of these was a pretty good sense of rhythm, and the uptick about bad 80's pop-songs was that they always had a good beat. And so, Mickey started shimmying with his hips, waiting for the chorus to kick in.
"Let's hear it for the boy!"
When it did, Mickey began to take up space, throwing his hands in the air and generally making big fool of himself, even though it fit the song. The people around Mickey didn't seem to mind.
When the first chorus was done, Mickey beckoned Trent over.