March 9, 1938
6:00 PM PST
'So, Mike, you said you play the guitar, right?' asked Karen.
'Yeah, I do,' replied Marty, smiling. 'You want me to play you some songs?'
'Oh, that would be lovely!' gasped Leanne. 'I would love to hear you play.'
'I'll go get the guitar right now,' Emmett said, smiling. He then ran upstairs to grab the guitar from the storage room, and he returned in five minutes. He then handed the guitar to Marty, and said, 'Hear you go.'
Marty then draped the guitar over his shoulder - and, with his guitar pick, he strummed the beginning chords to his favourite song, The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and The News.
'Wow, Mike!' gasped Leanne. 'You're good!'
'Thank you!' Marty said, smiling. He then began to sing, 'The power of love is a curious thing... Make a one man weep, make another man sing... Change a hawk to a little white dove... More than a feeling, that's the power of love...'
Marty saw that Emmett and her two cousins were smiling, as they were obviously enjoying the music. Marty beamed with pride.
'Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream...' Marty continued singing. 'Stronger and harder than a bad girls dream... Make a bad one good make a wrong one right... Power of love that keeps you home at night...'
Emmett and his cousins gave Marty the thumbs-up sign, as they were swaying in time to the music. Marty smiled back at them.
Marty then got into the chorus, as he sang, 'You don't need money, don't take fame... Dont need no credit card to ride this train... It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes... But it might just save your life... That's the power of love... That's the power of love...'
After Marty had finished, he bowed to his audience. Emmett and her two cousins were clapping vigorously.
'Wow, Mike!' gasped Karen. 'That was great! You sure have a lot of talent!'
'Aw, thank you very much!' replied Marty.
'Why don't you play us another song?' suggested Leanne. 'We love to hear you play.'
Marty then launched into another one of his favourite songs, Come Sail Away by Styx.
'I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea...' Marty started to sing. 'I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me... On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard... We'll search for tomorrow on every shore... And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on...'
Marty glanced at his audience, as they all smiled at him.
'I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory...' Marty continued.
'Some
happy, some sad... I think of childhood friends and the dreams we
had... We live happily forever, so the story goes... But somehow we
missed out on that pot of gold... But we'll try best that we can to
carry on...'
Marty then gazed at his audiance and smiled at them, as he launched into the chorus.
'A gathering of angels appeared above my head...' Marty continued, with gusto. 'They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said... They said come sail away, come sail away... Come sail away with me... Come sail away, come sail away... Come sail away with me...'
It was obvious to Marty as his audience was really getting into the music.
'I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise...' Marty continued to sing. 'They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies... Singing come sail away, come sail away... Come sail away with me... Come sail away, come sail away... Come sail away with me.'
Marty then bowed to his audience again, once the song was finished.
'You know, Mike,' Leanne said, smiling, 'I've never heard these songs before. Where did you learn them?'
'Oh, uh, I learned them from my relatives,' Marty said, smiling. He figured that playing those songs in front of Emmett and his cousins would be pretty safe, and would not be likely to create a time paradox.
'Well, I love them!' Leanne gushed. Emmett and Karen had nodded in agreement
'Are you guys ready for another song?' Marty asked, smiling. He was really enjoying this.
'Oh, yes, you bet,' Leanne said, smiling widely. 'You're an excellent guitarist, Mike!'
'Thanks,' replied Marty, as he launched into playing the beginning of Time For Me To Fly by REO Speedwagon.
'You're very welcome,' replied Leanne.
'I've been around for you...' Marty sand out. 'I've been up and down for you... But I just can't get any relief... I've swallowed my pride for you... I've lived and lied for you... But you still make me feel like a thief...'
Marty was pleased to see that Emmett and his cousins like this song, too.
'You got me stealin' your love away, 'cause you never give it...' continued Marty. 'Peeling the years away and we can't relive it... Oh, I make you laugh and you make me cry... I believe it's time for me to fly...'
By the time Marty got to the chorus, his audience was obviously really into the song. With lots of energy, Marty sang, 'Time for me to fly, oh, I've got to set myself free... Time for me to fly - and that's just how it's got to be... I know it hurts to say goodbye... But it's time for me to fly...'
When Marty finished the song, everyone clapped.
'It was kinda sad,' remark Leanne, 'but it's beautiful.'
'Can you play one more song for us?' asked Karen.
'Oh, I think I can' Marty said, smiling, as he began to strum the opening chords for Hold the Line by Toto.
'Maybe you could play more for us tomorrow,' suggested Emmett. 'I'll have to go pick up Nancy after your next song.'
Marty just smiled at Emmett, as he began to sing, 'It's not in the way that you hold me... It's not in the way you say you care... It's not in the way you've been treating my friends... It's not in the way that you'll stay till the end... It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you do...'
Marty beamed with pride, as he saw his audience swaying in time to the beat.
'Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh...' Marty continued singing. 'Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh...'
Marty once again bowed to his audience, as they applauded.
'Well, Mike, it's sure nice to hear you play,' Emmett said, admiringly. 'Well, I'll have to get going. I was about to drop off Karen and Leanne and pick up Nancy. Do you need me to drop you off anywhere?'
'Uh, no, I'll be fine, thanks,' Marty said, smiling.
'Well, are you sure?' Emmett asked. 'I mean, I really don't mind.'
'Well, it's very nice of you to offer, Emmett,' Marty replied, smiling at his friend. 'However, I think I could use the walk. I mean, it's a nice day out - so I might as well get out and enjoy the nice weather.'
'That's a good idea,' Leanne said, admiringly. 'I should probably start taking more walks myself, and get some exercise. Unfortunately, I'm dead tired right now. So, should we meet again, tomorrow?'
'How about Larry's Cafe?' suggested Marty. 'They serve great food there.'
'Does that sound fine with you girls?' Emmett asked Leanne and Karen.
'Yeah, it sounds great,' replied Leanne.
'Sounds like a wonderful plan,' agreed Karen. Then, turning to Marty, she said, 'It's so nice meeting you, Mike.'
'Yeah, Mike, it was a real pleasure meeting you,' agreed Leanne.
'So, 4:00 tomorrow afternoon, then?' asked Emmett.
Marty and the girls nodded in agreement.
'Take care of yourself, Mike,' Emmett said, smiling.
'Thank you! I will!' replied Marty, as he then headed back to Hill Valley Park, where he had hidden the DeLorean.