The Monkees Part 1

Chapter 13

24 hours later

"So, what song should we start off with?" Micky was the first one to speak up as he was setting up his drums.

"Let's see. How about we start off with Micky singing 'Mary, Mary."

"Okay." Micky got finished setting up his equipment. And they were ready to start.

Mary, mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, mary, can I go too?
This one thing, I would vow ya,
I'd rather die than to live without ya
Mary, mary, where ya goin' to?

Mary, mary, tell me truly
What did I do, to make you leave me?
Whatever it was I didn't mean to.
You know I never would try to hurt ya.

What more mary, can I do, to prove my love is truly yours.
I've done more now than a clear-thinkin' man would do

Once the song finished, they moved onto the next song. This time Davy sang: "I wanna be free."

3 hours later

They had finished their last song, 'You just may be the one.' Mike said into the mike (try saying that 5 times), "That's a rap everybody. Have a good night."

The monkees started packing up their equipment. Mike got off stage and the manager walked up to him and played him cash. "Thank you fellas. You were wonderful as usual. I'll see you back here next week."

"We'll be here." Mike walked back and put his guitar in the guitar case as Micky put the last of his drums in their cases.

"Everyone ready to go?"

Peter and Micky said at the same time: "Yeah."

"Davy? Davy?" Mike waves his hand in front of Davy and Micky said: "There must be a girl near by."

"There!" Peter pointed over to a young girl roughly Davy's age. She had long blonde hair and green eyes.

"Let's get him outta here before he goes and talks to her."

Davy was dragged out and he finally snapped out of his trance. He looked around and realized he was being pushed into the Monkeemobile by Mike and Micky.

"'Ey. What's goin' on?"

"A girl. That's what."

"Oh come on fellas. You didn't even let me talk to her?"

Mike gave a sarcastic laugh. "Not a chance. We gotta go anyway."

"Okay. But next time, please dont snap me out of it."

"Look Davy, you cant fall for every chick."

Mike got in the drivers side as everyone else piled in with Micky riding shotgun and Peter was in the back with Davy.

The ride home was quiet. The monkees were tired and wanted to go home and go to bed.

Back at the Pad

Mike unlocked the door and he let everyone else in before he walked in. Once they were inside, each of them placed their instruments on the wooden floor next to their tiny stage.

Peter was the first one to go and crash on his bed. Then it was Davy. Next it was Mike and then Micky. Mike and Micky were checking to make sure everything was locked before heading upstairs.

Micky had the energy to change into pajamas but Mike ended up immediately falling on his bed while still fully dressed and he fell asleep like that.

Once Micky got out of the bathroom, he saw Mike and walked up to him and covered him up with his blanket.

The next morning

This time, everyone was awake besides Mike. Micky was the third one. He walked out of the bedroom and slid down the metal stairs.

"Mike Isn't up yet?" Davy asked.

"No. Man, you should've seen him last night. He slept still dressed up. In his uniform down to his boots."

"He must have been tired."

"Yeah. Your telling me. Even I barely had enough energy to change out of my uniform."

Peter eyed Davy. "Yeah. Petah took off his boots last night but stayed in his uniform."

"Well, that makes 2 out of 4 of us that had enough energy to change last night."

Micky, why dont you get Mike up?" Peter asked as he poured himself a bowl of cereal.

"That's a good idea."

Micky walked upstairs and went up to Mike and shook him. He didn't budge. "Come on Mike. Get up."

Mike stirred.

"Mike. Don't make me get some water and dump it on you."

"5 more minutes." He slurred his words.

"No Mike. We all know 5 minutes doesn't usually mean 5 minutes. Come on."

Micky grabbed a hold of Mike's arm and helped him sit up. By now, he was trying to focus his eyes.

"What time is it? It feels like it's too early to get up Mick."

"Its 10:45am. What happened to you being up before me?"

"I don't know. I guess your rubbing off on me."

"Come on." Micky helped Mike stand.

"I think I can handle walking buddy."

"Okay. If your sure."

Micky let go of Mike's arm and what do ya know, he plopped back down on his bed and laid down.

"Oh Mike. Come on. Get up."

Micky grabbed a hold of his arm again. "This time I'm not letting you go till your fully downstairs."

Micky practically dragged Mike all the way downstairs.

"He looks like death." Davy pointed out.

"He wanted to sleep in. Can you believe that?"

"Go sit on the couch Mike. Wake yourself up."

"I don't want to be awake. I want to sleep."

By now, Peter and Davy were watching Mike closely. Peter had a grin on his face watching Micky try to wake up Mike. But he kept failing.

Once Mike sat down on the couch, he fell to the side laying his head down and dosing off.

"Okay. I give up. I'm getting water."

Micky grabbed a cup of freezing cold water and walked up to Mike. "Okay. If you don't wake up, your getting water to the face."

Nothing. He stayed silent.

"Okay. Here goes nothing." Micky splashed him with water. Mike stayed in his position still with his eyes closed and said: "Don't do that."

"Are you awake?"

"I guess."

Mike was still laying down and took a towel and wiped the water off his face.

Micky smiled at accomplishing his mission.