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I took a seat in front of the curly haired brunette boy whom sat next to a blonde. My saviour sat to my right and his friend on my left.
The curly haired boy behind me tapped me on my shoulder.
"Hey new girl my name's George Dolenz but people call me Micky. I like your glasses." The curly brunette said behind me.
"Thanks. How'd you get the name Micky?" I asked curiously.
"My middle name is Michael same as his." Micky said pointing to the to my left.
"Thanks Mick why dontcha tell the lady what color my socks are while you're at it?" The boy on my left said smirking.
"Sorry, man... Anyways I always had the nickname Micky so everyone calls me it, instead of my real name." Micky said with a sheepish smile.
"Understandable, Nice to meet you Micky Dolenz." I said smiling back.
"You too." He said with a bigger smile.
"My name's Peter Torkelson well my birth name is but I go by Peter Tork now." said the blonde. He looked kinda shy and nervous where as Micky was kinda rambuctious but sweet.
"Please to meet you Peter Tork." I said giving him a smile as well.
"Everyone calls me Pete, so you can call me Pete too if you wanna." Peter said shyly.
"Alright Pete." I said hiding my smile behind my hand.
Then I turned to my right side.
"And I haven't caught your name yet. I'm sorry about our meeting that way." I said still apologizing to the boy on the right of me.
"I've told you it's alright. I'm David Jones but please call me Davy." The boy on my right said smiling. He has a nice smile, I thought.
"Hello Davy Jones how are you liking us Americans?" I said knowing he was from Europe the accent gave it away. Accents my one weakness.
"Oh I'm finding this place rather lovely, thank you." Davy said with a smile and a wink.
Did he just--
I blushed again.
"Oh for Pete's sake." The boy on my left said.
The boy on my right just laughed.
"And this fellow to your left is Ro-- eh Mi--" Davy said but was interrupted.
"I can introduce myself." The boy on my left said.
Five minutes later and he still had said nothing.
"Well any day now, babe." I said I hate when people cut short introductions.
He smirked at my impatience. "Michael Nesmith but everyone calls me Mike, ma'am." Mike said with a wink.
Did this guy just wink at me?!
"Wait I thought Micky said Michael was your middle name?" I said looking at Mike confused.
"It is." He said in a matter of factly voice.
"Well what's your first name?" I asked still curious.
"Ain't telling ya." He said seriously.
"It can't be as bad as Josephine Breighton." I bit back.
"Who?" Everyone asked confused.
"Me!" I said waving my hands.
"I'd just rather be called Michael." Mike said in a low voice.
It must really be bad.
Wait wait I remember reading about this.
I patted him on the shoulder.
"It's okay." I said.
"Huh?" He said looking confused.
"Nothing! Please to meet ya Mike Nesmith (Nehz-mith)." I said.
"Holy shit!" Micky exclaimed.
"What?" I said looking scared.
"You said his name right." Davy said.
"It's not that difficult to pronounce." I said with a shrug.
"Nice to meet you Josephine Brighton." Peter said smiling.
"Actually Pete it's Brayton, it's English isn't?" Davy asked.
"Finally someone got my name right they always mispronounce it." I said looking at Peter and he looked sad.
"It's okay Peter you didn't understand." I said giving him a reassuring smile.
"I get the same thing I tell em over an' over again and still they call Naysmith, or Nishwash it's Nesmith!!" Mike said.
"Oh they do it to me and Micky too they insist on constantly spelling our names "E-Y." Davy said.
"I rather you just call me Josie you know like Josie and the Pussycats?" I said.
