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Mike's POV:

I was currently on tour with The Monkees, a really, really long tour. At least that's what it seemed like. We were on tour for about a month and a half. That meant a month and a half without my girlfriend, Y/N. I'd write to her just about every night. All of those nights, I would write her explaining how much I loved and missed her, but I wanted something to show her I cared even more. A poem or song, or something like that.
We had just gotten off of stage after performing again. I put my guitar down and we went into our dressing rooms, where I tossed my hat onto the couch. I sat at the table and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil, hoping that this night would be the night that I could write a song for the love of my life. All of the songs I usually sang were sad ones, but this time, I was hoping it would be a mix of happiness and sadness. The songs I wrote were about losing love, which I experienced many times before, but with Y/N, I knew that we were sure to never let go of each other. I sat there, my elbows on the table, thinking of what there was to write. Maybe about current events. I was on tour, missing my girlfriend. I would usually take walks late at night and think of her, missing being in her arms and the way she kisses me. Then, it hit me. I started writing one line.
It read: "I walk alone most every night beneath the stars that shine so bright. Bright as the eyes of you." I looked at the paper and smiled, admiring my work. I, of course, wasn't finished yet. If this was going to be a song, this would be one of the first that I wrote the words to before the music. As for now, it was a work of poetry for my girlfriend.
"And when the sky comes falling down and there is darkness all around, all around I'll be looking for you." Was the next sentence in the song. I sighed and thought of other lines to write when suddenly Davy and Micky came barging into my dressing room.

"Hey, man! What are you up to?" Davy said fairly loud. It was quite obvious that the two of them were drunk, which was a thing that made them extremely hyper. Were they ever not hyper? No. Exactly.
"Writing to Y/N again, eh?" Davy said as he leaned on my chair, almost knocking me out of it.

"Stop writing and come to the party with us!" Micky said, almost tripping over the leg of the chair.
They dragged me to parties every single night of this tour. And all of those nights, I would get drunk out of my mind and wander out of the party, almost killing myself by running into the road while cars were driving. I would go to a meadow and sit on the bench, thinking of Y/N. As drunk as I was, she would always be on my mind. This was my chance to write her a decent song, and I wasn't going to let these two dingbats ruin it for me.

"Man, you know I can't. You've been dragging me to these parties every night. I'm trying to write a decent song here!" I scoffed and looked down at my paper, the next verse hitting me. I wrote it down before the two drunken men starting slurring over their words again.
"Lonely, I look at the green, flowing meadow wondering what I am to do. Sun going down and the trees cast their shadows. In the shadow and the mist, I remember the last kiss of you."

"Fine, you'll miss out on all the fun." Micky said.

"Come on, man. Let's split." Davy said. The two guys left the room, slamming the door.

I rolled my eyes and concentrated on the song I was writing. What was to come next? I thought to myself. Next was the chorus.
"And when the skies are once more blue, I get that old longing, to, to be held in the arms of you." Was what I decided on. I smiled and thought of what was to come next. I decided on an interlude, maybe a guitar solo of some sort. And after that was over, I would repeat the chorus. The song was short, but sweet.
I placed my pencil down and sat on the couch, then picked up my guitar and started playing some random notes. I sat there for about a half hour until I came up with a fairly good intro and rhythm section to the song. What was going to be harder was the solo.
I didn't give up, though. I sat there for what it seemed like an hour, which was probably because it was actually a full hour, until I got the solo down, and the ending. I played it all together and started singing the words to myself. I had written a song in two hours and it had turned out just as I wanted it. That didn't happen often.
I smiled and put my guitar down, then returned to my table. I got a fresh piece of paper and started writing a letter to Y/N.

"Dear Y/N,
         I miss you more than anything, my darling. You know I do. What have you been up to lately? I hope you have been keeping yourself busy while I'm away. Only 3 weeks until I come home. This three weeks will go by so slowly as every night is exactly the same. Micky and Davy are at one of those stupid parties again, which I politely declined their request to join them as I was writing a song for you. It surprisingly only took me two hours to write, plus the music. I will show it to the guys tomorrow morning before our show. I hope you like  it. Here are the lyrics:

I walk alone most every night
Beneath the stars that shine so bright
Bright as the eyes of you
And when the sky comes falling down
And there is darkness all around, all around
I'll be looking for you
Lonely, I look at the green, flowing meadow
Wondering what I am to do
Sun going down and the trees cast their shadow
In the shadow and the mist
I remember the last kiss of you
And when the skies are once more blue
I get that old longing to
To be held in the arms of you
[Interlude]
And when the skies are once more blue
I get that old longing to
To be held in the arms of you
To be held in the arms of you

I hope you like it. I have been trying to write you a decent song for the entire tour, and I've finally done it. I love you more than anything, Y/N. See you soon.

                                    Love,
                                        Your Michael ♡

I smiled and put the paper into an envelope. I then sat there and thought for a moment before taking out my tape recorder and recording myself singing the song.
After I finished, I took the tape and put it into the envelope, which barley fit. I titled the song "Of You." This was a demo of the song that I was sending to Y/N. I smiled and sat there, deciding that I would mail the letter the next day.

I thought of her and being in her arms once again, how much of a relief that would be, and her kisses, how soft her lips were against mine and how they locked into each other perfectly, as we were made for each other.

A/N: Sorry for the inaccuracy once again. Mike didn't write this song either 😞