I look at him he looks back. I step back and trip over my foot. Graceful.

"What?" Mike asks.

"Sorry, didn't mean to intrude." I say.

I lift myself and grunt rubbing my arms. I walk away. I look at the stage and step on it no creeks, no dents, no anything. Not even a speak of dust. New and shiny.

I slip and faceplant and hit my split lip. "Ow ow ow ow ow." I rub my lip, and smear the blood on my hand. Seen that look before and sigh. I sit on the edge on the stage swinging my legs. I mess with my hair.

Jermey walks in and waves. "Why do you look so down?" He asks. I open my mouth to say something but it comes out as nothing so I close it. I just walk away.

I look at the back room and go to the corner. I cover my mouth and cry. Even though it looks diffrent I react the same on that dreadful day. I taste the blood on my hand and move it. I see the kids, I see my self behind me grinning.

I shake my head and go back realality. I walk away and close the door and lock it behind me. I go back to Mike. He was sleeping. I take his headphone off and listen to it. He was listening to a lullaby. It sounded like a feamale version of him. But older.

I knew it was his mom.