Just something I thought up when I was flicking through my Top Gear mag. Which is weird because the TG mag basically had nothing to do with this. Some sub-conscious part of my imagination must have been slaving away whilst I was doing so.
Danny, Lindsay and Stella sat round a small table.
'So... this is where Mac plays,' Stella commented. 'Pretty jazzy place!'
'Yeah. I would never have been able to imagine Mac playing here,' Danny replied, looking around.
Suddenly a light smattering of applause went round the room and they turned round to see Mac in the spotlight, holding his guitar with his usual calm, almost bored, face on.
Then the music started up and Lindsay's face lit up at the familiar tune.
'Hey! I know this song, it's, um, 'Life Is A Highway' by... oh, Tom Cochrane... oh, wait, this version's by Rascal Flatts... yeah! I love this song...' said Lindsay, correcting herself many times before actually getting to the point.
Danny put his arm round her.
'Yeah, I know this as well...'
Stella nodded in enthusiastic agreement.
Life's like a road that you travel on There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door We won't hesitate
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
To break down the garden gate
There's not much time left today
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night longThrough all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights
Knock me down get back up again There's no load I can't hold
You're in my blood
I'm not a lonely man
Road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
There was a distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once
But now...
We look it in the eye...
Oooh... yeah!
There ain't no load that I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
The music faded out and the team stared at Mac, amazed.
'Bloody 'ell! I didn't know Mac could sing that well...' Danny exclaimed.
'I know! It sounded just like Rascal Flatts...'
There was some more applause, this time with Lindsay, Danny and Stella joining in. Mac bowed modestly and made his way out. The calm atmosphere in the cafe was restore when a saxophone player stepped onto the stage.
Mac eventually made his way out and the trio waved to him, signalling for him to come and join them.
'Wow, Mac, I didn't know you were so good!' Stella said, looking at him with awe.
'Yeah, Mac, how comes you never told us before?' Danny said, joining in with the praising.
'Come on Mac, how did you get such a good voice?' Lindsay asked.
Mac smiled. Which was always a bad sign. Even though it was supposed to be good, it always meant that Mac had a trick up his sleeve and was about to unleash it at any moment...
He shook his head and chuckled.
'Didn't you know?' he said, his smile turning into a grin. 'I knew how to lip synch incredibly well before I saw my first dead body...Which is saying quite something...'
He took in the astounded faces of his friends and, for the first time, had difficulty trying to stifle his desire to actually laugh out loud.
Yup, Mac has a lot of secrets and talents... and this is one of them that I think he has!
Well, I've served up a crap meal, it's time for you to give me the tip. Oh, it's a good thing we're not in Iceland, because if you give a tip there it's actually an INSULT! But don't worry, I'm not from Iceland...
Thanks to Devil-may-care101 for, coughBETA-INGcough. Apparently I pulled off Mac's character quite well. According to her, I don't know unless you tell me!