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PART I
by Amy
"..and when you get there, I need you to try and catch the drummer's eye," the mysterious man whispered, "and when you do, bring him to me. I am his uncle, you see, and I have no other way to contact him."
The man was a bit shorter than your average man; he wore a crisp black suit with a blue dress shirt beneath the sportcoat. His hair was the color of ashes, his eyes a piercing blue, and he had a very prominent nose. And his smile.... his smile was sly, mocking, maybe even a bit sinister....
He claimed his name was Mr. Zero, and he was the "eccentric uncle" of a drummer in a band; and it sounded like he and this person needed to talk DESPERATELY....
The person whom he'd picked to help him replied, "Alright; I'll bring him for you," not realizing what they were getting into.
"Thank you, dear. Now run along, I 'aven't got all night," Mr. Zero replied smoothly.
When he heard the footsteps of his unsuspecting helper departing, he laughed a hollow, greedy, nasty laugh, knowing that at last he would have his revenge....
Meanwhile, the club known as the Cassandra was jumping with action and fun. The local band that'd taken Malibu by storm called the Monkees were the ones causing it; they were playing one of their newest songs they called "No Time", and all the girls that were dancing had the guys' eyes on them....
But then, a new occupant came into the club; she was a stunning beauty of 5'6 with chestnut brown hair in big, playful curls, crystaline blue eyes, and a body to die for....
The first band member to notice her presence was Davy Jones, the local cassanova, but her interest was obviously elsewhere.
All of a sudden the drummer, Micky Dolenz looked up and saw her. When their eyes met, his heart skipped a beat and his voice cracked, making the song go a bit stale. He couldn't WAIT for the set to finally be over!
PART II
by Bekah
As the last song of the set came to an end, Micky was ready and rearing to jump from his seat behind the drums to greet the mysterious woman. However, he didn't get the chance. She was approaching the bandstand with a sleek smile on her face.
"You boys were amazing! I've never heard a sound like yours before," she gushed, putting a hand to her chest in disbelief.
"Well, music just comes to us so naturally," Davy explained with a grin on his face, "We barely ever rehearse; I get so much free time"
The woman laughed hotly, "Well, how very sweet. I'll be sure to keep that in mind. You are the Monkees, no?"
"Yes, that's right. We are the Monkees," Mike confirmed. "And you are?"
"Oh, pardon me for not introducing myself. My name is Laina Sandrine. My girlfriends have spoken so highly of this place and of you so I thought I'd come check it out." Laina paused, looking each of the boys of and down. "I see they were rightand not just about the music."
Laina smacked her lips and she turned away from the bandstand, satisfied with the feelings she induced in each of the band members, and hopefully the drummer the most. She was not surprised when she felt an arm on her shoulder. She turned to find Micky staring at her.
"We'll be playing for another hour if you'd like to stick around," he spoke, seemingly not nervous around her presence. She felt relieved knowing this. The less nervous he was, the easier it would be to get him back to Mr. Zero.
"Well, I actually have to be getting home. Besides that, I can't miss my bus. I'll be here for hours." Laina said.
"Bus? No woman as gorgeous as you should have to take a bus. I'll take you home." Micky offered. He held out his hand behind his back, feeling Mike slip the keys to their car into his palm without her noticing.
"You would? But I thought you were going to be playing for a while longer. You're the drummer, they certainly can't play without you."
"They don't mind, and neither do I. Really."
"All right then, just let me get my purse and we'll go." Laina rotated, reaching an arm out to grab the handle of her black handbag. Micky turned towards Mike, smiling his thanks, as he followed Laina out the door of the club.
"Hey, Mike. Why'd you let him go like that? She was right, we can't play without him." Peter said.
"It's been a long time since he was smitten with a girl. Besides, if I didn't let him go, he would be chewing me out for it because I made him look like a kid who can't make his own decisions." Mike explained.
"How come you never do that for me when I meet a girl?" Davy asked.
Mike simply replied, "No comment."
PART III
by Amy
"Oh, it's just over there," Laina said, pointing out her window, "I wanna thank you for bringing me home."
"No problem," Micky replied, pulling up the next road.
"Okay, this is it!" she suddenly cried.
"Here?" Micky wondered almost increduously as he pulled up to the strange place, getting out to open her door, "Someone actually lives-"
But Micky cut himself off; there, right in his path, stood the last person he ever expected to see.....
"Hello, Mr. Dolenz; so we meet again, do we?" Mr. Zero asked snidely, then snapped his fingers.
"Wha- what happened? Where am I?" Laina stumbled out of the car, as if in a state of amnesia. Then, a thought occured to Micky....
He cast a quick glance at her, then at Zero, Micky now
wearing a scowl....
"You put her under a spell and used her to get to me! If you were going to play like THAT why didn't you just dress
in drag instead of bringing an innocent bystander into it?!" he demanded.
"Well, considering who I am...."Mr. Zero smirked, "it's too
easy, don't you think?...."
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Oddly enough, the first Monkee to percieve anything possibly being wrong was Peter....
"Look man, something's not right; Micky's been gone too long...plus, well, I have a-a feeling..." Peter said.
"What kind? It might be b'cause we need actual food, and
we aren't gonna get it unless we get our drummah back...."
Davy mumbled back, still a bit sore about the whole keys
deal.
"No, it has nothing to do with my stomach..." Peter replied, looking to Mike next, "I'm surprised you aren't worried yet..."
Mike pursed his lips for a second, considering Peter's last
statement, "I dunno, Pete; and it is kinda puzzling...not that Micky's not able to get girls or anything, but almost evey girl that's pulled that on any one of us besides Davy was trouble..."
The Monkees thought about this a moment....
"So, we goin' out t' look for 'im?" Davy wondered.
"I guess so; b'sides, when Pete said that, it kinda gave me
a feelin', too...." Mike replied.
"Wait; how're we gonna look for him? He has the Monkee
Mobile..." Peter suddenly brought this fact to light.
"We can walk...just dunno how far we'll have t' go before
Davy'll have to check his hair or we'll have to endure one of his "girl stares"..." Mike replied with a teasing smirk.
"Oh, you mean the birds and stars one?" Peter added to the joke.
"Yep," Mike replied, winking, "well, we'd better get on...
before any of that happens here!"
They got their check from the owner and headed out the door...
"I'm not THAT vain and girl-crazy..." Davy muttered as
they went out the door, "am I?...."
PART IV
"Man, we've looked everywhere," Davy said, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation.
"Not true," Peter said. "If we had looked everywhere, we would have found him."
"Peter, don't be smart," Mike commented, shaking his head.
"Fine, I'll just go back to being dumb again," he muttered. Mike and Davy ignored him and continued walking further along the side of the street. "Hey guys, there's a sidewalk right up here."
"So?" Davy asked, turning to look at Peter.
"So what's the point of walking in the street when you can walk on the sidewalk? Fewer casualties could be committed if some people would be smart and walk on the sidewalk. Especially when it's dark out. Our clothes aren't bright enough for people to see us," Peter explained. Davy rolled his eyes stepping up onto the sidewalk and out of the curb of the street.
"Happy?"
Peter smiled. "Very."
"Would you two please focus? We need to concentrate on finding Micky, not staying alive," Mike paused thinking about what he just said and then shook his head.
"This would be so much easier if we had the car," Davy said.
"You're very observant, Davy," Mike responded.
"You don't have to get all sarcastic about it. I was just making conversation," Davy defended himself. He lowered his head to the ground, watching his feet as he walked. It wasn't that he was upset; he was tired. "You know, Micky's a big boy. He can take care of himself. I say we go home."
"And I say we don't," Mike countered. "Besides, I think this proves that Micky is not a big boy."
"He's bigger than Davy," Peter pointed out, giggling. Davy glared at him, but soon began laughing as well.
"From now on, neither of you say a word," Mike declared. "Let's go."
As Mike resumed walking, he stopped suddenly causing Peter and Davy to bump into him. The two of them looked up at Mike in confusion, but soon saw what had caused him to stop. Davy immediately smiled, walking around Mike.
"Our car! This is great, now we don't have to walk," Davy said. He opened one of the doors.
"No, Davy. This isn't great. If the car's here, then that means that Micky is in there," Mike pointed to the tall, scary house in front of them. Davy let the door shut loudly, staring up at the building.
"So now what do we do?" Peter asked.
"Isn't it obvious? We go in after him," Mike said. He led the way to the front door. Peter and Davy followed extremely close behind. As Mike stepped up on the porch, the door opened and a vaguely familiar woman stepped out.
"Hey, you're...what was your name?" Davy asked, once again being taken by her beauty.
"Laina," she answered. Davy took a step forward, but Mike put an arm in front of his chest and took the step towards Laina.
"We're looking for Micky. Is this your house?" Mike asked.
"Umm...yes, it is. This is my house. Micky left," Laina said.
"Micky left? But the car is still here," Peter said. He looked back to the car parked behind them, checking to see if it really was theirs.
"Well, he walked," she said. "You see, it was making weird noises so I said I'd have someone check it out for him."
"But he'd still drive it home. As long as it can move, he'd still drive it home. He'd probably even look under the hood himself to find out the problem," Mike paused. "Where is he really? You're lying."
"I'm not lying."
"Then why are you so nervous?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, and why are we finding so many flaws in everything you say?" Mike added.
Laina put her face up close to Mike's, her eyes suddenly turning a fiery red. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger and her teeth clenched. She then growled at him, "I'm not lying."
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