Life With the Monkees

Just an ordinary day out on the town

The year is 2014 and my name is Jedda. I'm a 19 year old girl that is well... rich. Im one of those girls that wears the deep red lipstick, floppy sun hats, jean shorts, combat boots, and tops that cover half the upper body and tie in front. although, I do own multiple pairs of bellbottoms, 80's style tennis shoes, almost 200 1960's-90's rock back T-Shirts, and lots and lots of 60's style shoes. my shoe closet is a walk in closet with shoes covering every wall. I can't even begin to explain my record collection. it ranges all the way from Elvis to Styx, to Damn Yankees. If you've never heard of them, they're the band Tommy a Shaw of Styx was in for awhile. I also have many solo album records too. so if I like a particular band member, I end up buying all of their solo albums. I drove a 2011 Dodge Charger. I live in a mansion too. it might seem like a lot, but you get used to it. an being an only child, I get everything I want. not that I wouldn't if I did have a sibling, since we're rich, but whatever. my friends are all popular and I'm the top in the group. it's been a little hard to spend time with each of them lately. I don't go to college since I have a lady's band called the switchblades. we've even come out with a double platinum album already. it's titled, Opposite Sides. Don't ask why we titled it that, it just worked out that way. I live in sunny, hot California, just off the border of Sacramento. it hasn't rained in weeks sadly. my parents are doctors which allows them to be rich. I'm on my way to being famous and they're very proud of me. they both own Dodge Challengers and we have a T-Bird that I drive occasionally. It's from the 1960's so thy gave it to me as an early birthday gift last year. I don't consider myself as one of the girls that acts spoiled but I gotta act like a rich girl. I'm more polite than stuck-up.
Right now, I'm on the way to my friends house so I've got some clothes in the bag on my lap, but I explained that I was gonna go 'out on the town' first. the Beatles were on the radio so I turned it up extra loud. the air conditioner was blasting so I shut it off. three stop lights later, I came upon her house and got out to go to the slumber party. a few other girls from my old high school would be there. I was walking up the front porch steps when I began feeling dizzy. at first I thought it was nerves for the big party but then I realized that it was something more. I tried opening and closing my hands but it didn't help. Soon, I wasn't even on the steps anymore. I was on a beach... in California. I remembered this since I'd driven here many times when I'd first gotten my T-Bird. I opened up my bag that had thankfully been in my hands. well, I also had a bag full of feminine care products, hairbrushes, makeup, and another bag for about 8 pairs of 60's style shoes. I traveled in style when I went to a friends house. all the cars that were in view were oldstyle. maybe this was just my lucky day and people were respecting the nicest decade of all of history. I saw some people walk by in 60's style swimsuits and began to question what was going on. there was a tall building with many windows, to my right. I walked further down the street and as I passed the building, four men, or boys, they looked like teenagers except for one, came jogging onto the beach. I watched them messing around and thought about how stupid and immature they were. I continued walking down the beach but realized no one was gonna be there. my only option was to ask the guys on the beach. since everyone was dressed in 60's style, I went into the women's restroom on the beach and changed into 70's style wide flare bellbottoms and a top that said Styx at the top. I knew Styx wasn't the 60's but people would have to deal with it. I then changed my heels into 60's white dress shoes that looked just like someone chopped the top off of a pair of lace less figure skates. I liked them that way. they were my favorite pair and fit well. they made a click sound when I walked too. gotta love the click.
I walked out of the restroom and set my bags on the sand. "hey fellas!". I called. they didn't look up. "HEY!" I yelled louder this time. they all looked my way. the one with curly hair that looked like he had it permed, walked my way and asked, "is there something. I- we can help you with?". He gestured to the group around him. the short one in the back was so cute! "yeah, what year is it?". "1966". I stared at him wide-eyed. "wow. what's your name?". "Micky Dolenz". "Pleasure to meet you Micky Dolenz. where is the nearest hotel?" "A few miles down that way" he pointed right. the one with jet-black hair said, "if ya don't wanna walk all that way we can take ya in for a couple weeks maybe". Creep! "uh no, i'll be fine". "Ya sure?". The cute one asked. well they were all cute actually. "yeah I mean I gotta get to my friends house". I tried to walk away. the only one that hadn't spoken yet finally said something, "why do it need a hotel if you're going to your friends house?". Crap! "I, um, well, we-". "You're not going to a friends house are you?". The same guy asked. "no. now what's all your names?". "I'm Peter Tork, this is my buddy Davy Jones and my other buddy Mike Nesmith. you've already been introduced to Mick". "Wanna stay at our place?" Davy, I think, asked. "are ya sure". "Sure we're sure! here let me help ya with yer bags". Davy grabbed my shoe bag and it fell to the ground. he took a breather and asked, "what do ya got in 'ere? lead?". "No, shoes". "How many pairs?". "About eight". "What in the world would ya need those for?". "I like my shoes". He huffed and grabbed my shoe bag. I tried not to laugh as you could tell it was a little too heavy for him. "well, here we are". "This is so cool guys!". "Thanks! who are the guys on your shirt?". "They're a really famous..." I caught myself then finished the sentence. "they're a sports group back in my town in Sacramento". "Sports group?". I almost laughed because the stupidity of Styx being a sports group, but nodded. "They suck". "I'm sure they do. want the best shirt you'll ever find?". Micky asked. I shrugged. he came down from the spiral staircase with a T-shirt. he handed it to me. it read 'The Monkees' on the guitar logo. then it all began to make sense. four guys that were goofy and had instruments all over their house. I was in the very house of the Monkees although I didn't expect them to actually live in the house that was in their Television show. "you're the Monkees". I said, astonished. "yep" said Davy. I looked around the house and saw the creepy monkey that is featured in their TV show. I also saw the creepy doll thing that winks and all that crazy stuff in the TV show. "I've watched your show so many times! this is incredible!". There was an awkward silence. "can you play any instruments?". I nodded earnestly. "I play electric six sting, bass, synthesizer, tenor saxophone, and clarinet". "Do you favor one over that rest?". Mike asked. "no, I like them all the same but I enjoy playing bass a lot more sometimes. "lets see what ya can do" Mike led me to a small amplifier unlike the one I had back at home. I missed home so much. he plugged in his Gretsch guitar and handed it to me. they all waited impatiently. I played like 70's rock n' roll would sound. I was playing the guitar solos in the hit song by Boston: A Man I'll Never Be. when I finished, the look on their faces was priceless. "what?" I asked. "we've never heard that version of playing before that's all" Peter said. "oh. that's the best guitar solo I can play. do you have a saxophone?". "No I'm sorry". "Clarinet?". "No". "Synthesizer?". "Syntha what?". "Synthesizer..." I then realized those didn't come until the beginning of the 70's and I said, "an electric piano. that's what I meant". "Oh yeah right this way". Peter showed me his keyboard with what looked like pride and I turned it on and played the synthesizer parts to What A Feelin' by Irene Cara. they were amazed once again. "how long 'ave you been playin' that?". Davy asked. "about six years". "That's good for only six years" "thank you. hey guys, thanks for letting me stay. its so generous of you all". "No problem" they all answered in unison.

So, I'm starting a Monkees fanfic since they're fricken AWESOME!! I hope ya liked it. thanks for reading!:)