The monkees find love

Chapter 17

The day for their gig came closer and closer. Every time they rehearsed, Mike would try to use his guitar strap so he could hold his guitar easier. Each time, it got a little easier but he couldn't go through a full song wearing it, much less go to the gig wearing it for 3 hours.

He only had a few days and he tried his hardest.

"Mike, give it a rest will ya? Face it, you can't use the strap." Micky said leaning on his drum set.

"Yeah, I'm just starting to figure it out." Mike said taking the strap off as he began to play without it. They have been practicing for about a week now. Only a few more days until the gig, and they all wanted it perfected.

Davy sat down. They were all tired. "Come on guys. Lets take a break from this. God knows we could really use it." He said rubbing his face with both hands as he tried to keep his eyes open.

"Davy's right. We should take a break. We've been practicing for hours, scratch that, days." Mike said agreeing with Davy on the fact that they needed to take a rest day.

Mike set his guitar down and rolled up his sleeves. He knew he shouldn't have worn long sleeves to the rehearsal but he did it anyways. Now, he was burning up.

"Hey, you only got a few days Mike."

"Oh, yeah. I guess I do." He smiled as he pulled out he box that he kept in his pockets so he didn't lose it. I just hope she'll agree to marry me."

"Don't worry. She will. She loves you. And, she won't be expecting it. Especially at the gig." Micky said as he stood up from his drum set and walked off the band stand.

"Yeah. There's nothing to worry about." Peter said as he also set his guitar down and went to the refrigerator and pulled out some punch and poured some in 4 cups as he put the pitcher back in and handed a cup to each of his friends.

"Thanks Pete." Micky said taking a sip of it.

Peter smiled and handed Mike and Davy a cup as he grabbed his from the table and took a sip out of it. Mike just set his down. He really didn't want anything to drink. His nerves were shot up. He went over to the couch sat down on it, the ring still in his hand.

He started questioning: "Guys, do you think I'm ready to do this?"

"Of course you are. You are gonna be the best husband for her. You both deserve each other."

"Yeah. Listen to Davy. He knows what he's saying." Micky said as he tossed one of his drumsticks in the air and caught it. He kept throwing it in the air. Sometimes, he caught it, and sometimes, he didn't. It would roll over by either Mike or Davy. Sometimes, he would miss it, and it would hit him on the head.

"Better be careful with that Mick. You could put you're eye out with that."

"I haven't yet." Micky said as he kept flinging up in the air.

"Yeah, yet!" Davy said as he walked up to Micky. As soon as Micky flipped it up in the air, Davy grabbed it and set it down.

"Hey! Davy! Why'd you do that? I wasn't gonna hurt myself."

"I know you weren't. Wait until we get there. Then you can flip it as many times as you want."

Mike and Peter just sat back and watched Davy and Micky go at it. Occasionally, they would look at each other as if they knew what each other were thinking and they would both shake their heads and an occasional chuckle.

"Okay guys. Knock it off." Mike said approaching both of them. They both stopped the commotion and turned to Mike who was right next to both of them.