After Ron took me back, Mick came to pick me up.

"Hello Mr.Jagger, you here for Alex?"

"Yes."

"Hang on. Alex!"
The guard shouted as I came out of the dormitory.

"Yes, sir?"

"Your going to be lent out by Mr.Jagger."

"Hi Mick!"
I shouted as I hugged him.

"Calm down boy!"
The guard shouted.

"No, he's ok."
Mick said.

"Sign these papers please."
The guard shouted.

Mick signed, and we left.

When we got there, his house was smaller than Keith's and Charlie's.

"Here we are Alex. My daughters moved out a while ago, so it's just Mrs.Jagger and you and I."

"You have any guitars?"
I asked.

"5 or 6, but I'm shore that doesn't compare too Keith, after being with him in his guitar room."
Mick said.

"No, but you have them, that's what counts."

"True."

"Plus, I'm not all about the fancy collection of guitars or basses, just the of spending quality time with my hero."
I said

"Aw! What's your favorite song?"

"By The Stones, or in general uncle Mick?"

"Stones."

"Uh, can't do that to me Mick."
I said.

"If you had to pick."

"Street Fighting Man, 'Lady Jane, 'No Expectations, 'Satisfaction, and 'Dead Flowers".

"All, really good songs! I like your taste Alex."
He said.

"Thanks, I like you music!"
Mick smiled.

A few weeks later, Mick drove me back to the orphanage, AGAIN.🏴