The monkees find love

Chapter 1

It was on a hot Friday evening. The monkees were all playing at a gig that they had a 3 month contract for at the Vincent Van Gogh Gogh. They had just gotten there at the restaurant and were setting up on stage.

Mike Nesmith grabbed his 12 string blonde gretsch guitar and started tuning it. Peter did the same thing with his bass as Micky continued to set up his drums. Davy was just waiting for everyone to get ready.

Mike smiled and was satisfied that his beauitful guitar was now in tune. Peter and Micky were done roughly around the same time.

They began to play Last Train to Clarksville.

Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll met you at the station
You can be there by four-thirty
cause I've made youre reservation, don't be slow.
Oh, no, no, no. Oh, no, no, no.
Cause I'm leaving in the morning.
And I must see you again.
We'll have one more night together,
Till the morning brings my train and I must go.
Oh, no, no, no. Oh, no, no, no.
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville,
I'll be waiting at the station.
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses,
And a bit of conversation.
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Now, I must hang up the phone.
I can't hear you in this noisy railroad station all alone.
I'm feeling low.
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no.
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville.
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be here by four-thirty
Cause I've made your reservation, don't be slow.
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville.
Take the last train to Clarksville.
Take the last train to Clarksville.
Take the last train to Clarksville."

They had been singing for several hours entertaining the guests there and they all decided to take a break. Micky and Peter went to get everyone a drink. Davy put his tamborine down and turned around and he looked over at 4 girls who were about 30 feet away. He couldn't tell if they were sisters or just friends but he wanted to say hi.

"Davy?" Mike waved his hand in front of Davy and then followed his eyes to find out what he was looking at. He kinda knew it was a girl but when he looked up, he realized Davy was looking at 4 beautiful girls. 2 of them had blonde hair. The one on the right had beautiful wavy, slightly curled hair and the other blonde just had long straight blonde hair. Then there was a redhead and a brunette.

Mike was really interested in the one with the blonde wavy hair. She looked beautiful to him. Davy snapped out of his gaze and looked up at Mike and said: "I'm gonna go talk to 'er Mike. You coming?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'll join you." Mike said with a smile as he looked down at Davy.

Before they both took off to the girls, Micky and Peter showed up with drinks for both Davy and Mike. "Hey guys. What are you looking at?"

"Well, me and Davy were just going to go talk to some girls."

"Really Mike? Where? How many in the party?"

"It looks like there are 4."

"Great. Lets go." Micky said very excited as he jumped up and down while clapping his hands pretty fast.

"Cool it Micky." Mike said as he checked his watch. Then he spoke up again: "We have about 10 minutes of break left. We still got time to introduce ourselves."

The four boys approached the girls and Mike said: "Hey ladies. Couldn't help but notice you from across the room. Care if we join you?"

"Sure. I don't mind." One of the girls said as she jestered for Mike to sit down.

Mike put hand out so he could shake her hand. "Mike Nesmith." He pointed to his friends. "That's David Jones or as we like to call him, Davy, Micky, and the last one is Peter."

"I'm Shaun. These are my friends Marie, Taylor and Lucie. Its good to meet you. By the way, I love you're music Mike. All of you boys sing with great voices."

"Well, thank you." Micky said as he sat next to Taylor and Davy had taken a seat next to Lucie as Peter took a seat next to Marie.

They were chatting for the whole 10 minutes when Mike looked at his watch and he said: "We gotta get back up on stage. See you after?" He asked Shaun. She nodded. "Yeah. I'll be here Mike." She giggled.

Mike rounded the boys up and they got back up on stage.

2 hours later

Mike had finished singing Sweet young Thing. That was the last song to be played that night. As they started packing up, Shaun approached Mike. "Hey Mike. You did great. I loved that last song you did. What was the name of it?"

"Sweet young thing. Its a fairly new song. I wrote it.

"So, you're a singer and a songwriter? I must know more." She smiled as he put his guitar in its case and walked to sit down next to her at a table.

"How many songs have you written?"

"Quite a few actually."

"I must hear more of you're songs."

Mike smiled and he took out some paper from his pocket and took a pen and began writing on it. He gave it to her and said: "Give me a call sometime. Hopefully soon." He clicked his tongue and winked at her and stood up and helped his friends pack their instruments.

"Did you give her you're number Mike?"

He froze. He obviously didn't expect that question. "Maybe." He said picking up his guitar case and walked out of the restaurant with the other monkees following close behind. He put it in the very back of the car and got into the driver's side and started the car as he waited for the others to get in. It would take some time because they each needed to put their isntruments in the car as well.

They piled in one at a time. Micky was sitting next to Mike in the passengers side.

The way home was quiet. Micky broke the silence. "So, when do you plan to see Shaun again Mike?"

"Not sure. If she's interested in me, she will call me. As you know, I gave her the monkee number."

Mike pulled in to the pad and and they all unloaded the MonkeeMobile and headed inside.