Reunion (The Monkees Family Vol. 3)

Chapter 24

Lynda and Robert took a trip to Brighton to meet her relatives. That left Gabby on her own with some time to kill, so she asked Micky if it would be okay if she just observed the rehearsals.

"That would be great, babe."

"I don't want to be a distraction, but I'm curious about how all this comes together, and I always enjoyed seeing the behind-the-scenes action at your concerts."

"Nah you won't be a distraction, you'll be a motivation. I'll want to give my best and show you what my life has been like while you've been at home. Fill in some missing pieces for you." He wrapped his arms around her as Gabby was reaching for her coat. "Plus, then we can make a quick get away, or even have a quick whatever if there's time."

Gabby pursed her lips, tilted her head back and laughed. "Always the consummate professional!"

"Hey, what can I say? It would be great to imbue my dressing room with some sexy Gabby vibes to sustain me for the long weeks without you."

"Okay, Micky, we'll see."

They took a cab to the theater and Micky introduced Gabby around to various people. Harry spotted her and gave her his usual overwhelming bear hug, expressing delight that she'd be there for the opening. As they chatted, Gabby had an eerie feeling as if there were a malevolent force emanating towards her. It made her shiver and feel slightly nauseous. She looked around to try to isolate the source of her unease, when she spotted the leggy stagehand who had hit on Micky. Her eyes were unnaturally bright and shining and staring at Gabby as if trying to consume her or steal her soul. She realized that this was a similar look that she sometimes got when Davy looked at her.

Gabby took a step back and put a trembling hand to her mouth, then began to breathe unevenly. It felt to her like the lights in the room were beginning to flicker and she looked up to see whether the technicians were performing some sort of lighting test, but alas they were not. She realized she was beginning to slip away from calm, steady reality into the cursed land of panic, trauma and lack of control, where monsters dwelt and she had no command of her faculties.

Harry was speaking to her, but she couldn't hear him. After he had asked her the same question three times, he elbowed Micky, whose attention was on what was happening with a scrim that was being raised off the to side of where they were standing. As soon as Micky looked at Gabby, he diagnosed the problem, but he didn't know its source immediately.

At first, Micky assumed that Davy must be lurking about and have tried to make contact with Gabby, but just at this moment, Davy walked in from the outside with his jacket on, so clearly he wasn't the culprit. Micky scanned the horizon and spotted Sharon tucked behind a line of ropes and pulleys, fingering one and running her hands up and down it in an indecent, erotic fashion, as if it were a big, thick cock she was pleasuring. She was still staring at Gabby, unaware that Micky had spotted her because she appeared to be in some sort of trance, probably drug-enhanced. Her tongue was protruding and slicking over her lips, and she had a grin on her face that spoke many messages: it taunted, it beckoned, it lusted, and it even seemed to invite Gabby to participate in whatever sick, twisted fantasy was happening in her head. It was as if she had decided that if she couldn't have Micky alone, she would try to seduce him by attracting Gabby, but she was more like a predator, like a deadly, carnivorous Venus flytrap.

Micky was torn about whether to immediately go after Sharon and call her out on her disgusting, aggressive behavior, or whether to take care of Gabby. He realized that his first priority had to be Gabby and that confronting Sharon would only give her attention she was seeking. Micky excused himself and Gabby from the conversation and he steered her towards his dressing room.