Micky went into his sound proof room which he had set up to "jam" if he wanted too and sat behind his drum set and started to bang out "Somebody to Love" by Jefferson Airplane. It wasn't long before the song took hold of him and he found him banging out the song and also singing along:

When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joys within you dies
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

When the garden flowers baby are dead yes
and your mind is full of red
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love your eyes,

I say your eyes may look like his
but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

tears are running ah running down your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

He played that song faster and harder, over and over till his fingers bleed from the friction of them rubbing off the wooden sticks. He need to release so much emotion, un sure feelings and over all anger, anger that was directed towards McKeighlas jackass boyfriend who had given quite painful knuckles which still hurt as a matter of fact. How could anyone treat anybody as innocent and sweet as McKeighla like dirt? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out, and he vowed he would.

*I know, short but ah... (sorry, the next chapter will be longer I promise)*