Smuts and fluffs about our favorite Texan, Michael Nesmith. Enjoy reading, I work very hard on each story! 🤎🤠
Also, all of my stories are unedited so there are definitely some mistakes. Sorry.
My brother, Davy, had invited me to join The Monkees on tour. I had always enjoyed watching my brother and his band play, so he decided to take me with him on tour. Davy and I had just arrived at the place where their concert was being held, and we were standing at the wings of the stage, waiting for Mike, Peter, and Micky to arrive. The crowd was already screaming with excitement, all of the girls screaming my brother's name.
"I can't wait to see you on that stage, Davy! This is so exciting." I exclaimed with a smile, practically jumping up and down for joy.
"I am so happy you're here, Y/N. The guys should be here just about..." Just as he said that, in came the other boys, "now." Davy ran over to the others and gave them hugs. They talked together for a few moments before Davy looked my way, then brought them over to me. "Mates, this is my sister, Y/N." Davy said with a grin.
"Hello." They all said in unison.
"Y/N, this is Peter." Davy said, pushing Peter towards me. We both shook hands and gave each other greetings. "And this is Micky." Micky took me hand and shook it roughly. He was quite the energetic type. I smiled awkwardly and greeted him. "And this is Mike." The tall man stepped towards me and we shook hands. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. I smiled and he gave me a small smirk.
"Hi," I said, still staring into his hypnotizing brown eyes. He was so handsome.
"Hi," he replied, letting go of my hand. He backed away and I looked at the ground, an awkward silence washing over us.
"Let's go get ready. We only have twenty minutes until the show starts. Y/N, you can go over to the lounge area over there, we'll only be a few minutes." Davy told me. I nodded, and they all went to get ready. I walked over to the lounge area and sat down on the couch. I didn't bother to pick up any of the magazines that were on the table. I sat there, daydreaming about Mike. Before I knew it, the guys were already in their outfits and holding their instruments. I looked up at them and they were now standing at the wing of the stage. I stood up and walked over to them.
"Good luck, guys!" I told them with a smile. Each of them returned the smile.
"Thanks, Y/N. Oh, we're on now! Enjoy the show!" Davy said. With that, they all walked onto the stage while I stood there, watching them. As they all got in their places and the roaring of the audience grew louder, Mike turned his head and looked at me. I smiled back and gave him a thumbs up, mouthing "good luck." The show went by quickly. As each song was being played, I didn't want it to end. But, soon enough, they all said their goodbyes to the audience and ran off stage. I smiled as they came towards me, Davy pulling me into his arms.
