Chapter Six

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The end of November started closing in, weather becoming crisp, the days becoming shorter and Christmas coming around the corner.

My favourite time of the year.

Mountains of letters still fill our living room, but letters from other countries started coming through, we are known world wide.

Jen had picked herself up after her break up with Dirty David, even writing lyrics for a song, 'Think Twice'.

Donna was also finding her feet very well with her song writing, five songs ready for her first album, 'Je m'appelle Donna'.

While I on the other hand was busy in college getting ready to transfer for the next 6 months in America, and right now we are ripping open letters and gifts from fans, my finger red and throbbing from envelopes to rip them open.

The Rolling Stones playing on the record player, our vinyls collection grew with the gifts from our fans, The Monkees vinyl made its way in along with The Beatles, Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra and Elvis Presley.

"We should go on a little holiday before doing the album" Donna suggests as she balances three steaming cups of tea between her fingers.

I look up at her with a confused smile, is she crazy?

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I stutter?" Donna asks as she stops to look at me.

"No, no, no you didn't stutter, just wondering why?" I shrug, taking a cup of tea from her.

"Well, y'know that one the fifth we start recording, so why not have a nice time relaxing before we start working?" Donna suggests, sitting down next to Jen, passing her tea over.

"Where would we go?" Jen mutters as she reads through a letter, I shrug my shoulders in response.

"Hawaii" Donna deadpans, I look at Jen and she looks back at me with a shocked face.

"You already have thought about this, haven't you?" I ask, watching as a mischievous smiles appears on Donna's lips giving me my answer.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn't help but think about having a nice break before we get to work" Jen says clapping her hands together in excitement.

To be honest it wouldn't be such a bad idea, a nice few days off, relaxing, putting the world to rights.

"Wait a minute, are you only wanting to go cause The Monkees are playing there that weekend?" Jen asks as she eyes up Donna up suspiciously, I shake my head with a chuckle at their antics.

"Wait! What! The Monkees are playing that weekend?" Donna raises her eyebrows in surprise, it's been all over the news.

"Yeah, the press has been attacking the saying that they aren't playing there instruments, which is stupid cause the press always paint people under the wrong image" I feel a big of anger curse through my veins, I rip open a letter in fury, my lungs now burning for a cigarette.

I look down at the letter, my eyes running over the familiar name. Hazel Jones.

Dear Georgia,
                       It's been a few years since I last saw you, it came a shock to me when you, Jennifer and Donna on were on the news, I never thought the world of fame was for you, I always remember you as shy and quiet girl that my mum would spoil rotten.

It's been quite lonely since everyone has gone their ways, I rarely see my brother as he is in America living in his fame, (he never became a jockey). Ever since mum died his dreams of becoming a jockey vanished, and has been very distant. But half of his time has been spent with him being in the new tv show The Monkees.

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