The Dolenz Circus: Season One: It's Great, It's Terrific!

Episode 3 : A Kind of Magic

  Micky Dolenz stood and walked towards the tent's exit. But he was nodding, as if trying to hype himself up with inner encouragement.

  "Yeah, yeah! No, look, I am gonna fix this! I'm gonna go talk to Spector, I'll find a way to get us out of this- at least tell him this isn't working." It seemed as if he was not just going to let their spark die. "I don't care if 'avante-gaurde' is in style, we're a family business! We're a unit." He declared, spinning back around to his small crowd. 

  But then he paused, kicking at the sawdust under his feet. 

  "And we can't keep on going without money, either," He mumbled.

  "Good luck, Micky." Keith huffed, worried expression on his face.

  The Dolenz looked up and made a half smile, but it fell easily. He realized that everyone else had that same worried look as Moon.

  Still trying to remain hopelessly optimistic, he strode off to the backstage area. The ringmaster saw some faces peeking through the curtain slits at him there, but he didn't mind being watched. Upon ducking into the already lit up backstage, the many faces of his employees greeted him. The rest of the circus acts were back there, still. They were the ones who had not performed yet, and now wouldn't. Most were getting their outfits and props put away. 

 "Uhh, Waters! Roger?" Micky called, coming up to a corral of ponies.

  There, a man happened to be sitting near on a barrel of oats. His long arms were on another barrel in front of him. He looked up through his long bangs to see his employer. 

  "Present," He drawled. Next to him, another man sat, focused on a game of backgammon they shared.

  "I'm going into Tulsa town to get Phil after he's done with that meeting," Micky announced, "you couldn't let me borrow Penny, could you?" 

  Roger Waters lifted a white circle piece up from the backgammon board that sat in front of him. 

  "Oh, certainly," He yawned, his mouth made to look much bigger with the dark lipstick on him. "She's still in her saddle, then. Just let me know when you have her back." 

  He pointed his gloved hand to the spotted appaloosa pony, and then went back to his board, adjusting the silky fabric of his skirt before moving the dark pieces to their places.

  "Sent you back home, then, Dave..."

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  Micky Dolenz trotted into the big city of Tulsa on the spotted pony, still made up in feathers and bells. Meanwhile, someone else was planning for an outing on the town himself.

  After a long struggle, young hands forced the suitcase's lid closed. The young man sighed, sitting on the bare mattress of the bed. As he paused, he allowed his heavy eyes to close, and heard a flutter of wings. On his shoulder, he felt small small feet perch and waddle before becoming relaxed and still.

  "Hello, Bimbo," The boy smiled, looking to the beautiful scarlet red plumage of the elderly macaw. She regarded him with one of her large, dark eyes in a quizzical way.

  "If we leave now, I think we'll make it by nightfall. Don't you?" He asked, and raised his finger to her beak.

  The parrot nibbled the man's thin finger affectionately before ruffling her feathers and settling secure onto his shoulder to perch. He took this as a sign to leave.

  Standing up on his black heeled boots, the man gazed down an old top hat that sat beside his suitcase, and picked it up. He set it secure on his clean cut jet black hair. Then he swiped his suitcase, opened his apartment door, and stepped out.