In this chapter, we finally find out the identity of the mysterious man Peter met in chapter 1. Hint: He's a member of a famous '60's rock group!
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This time, the man wasn't wearing glasses, but still had dark hair and a beard. A blond woman was sitting next to the man now, though Peter was pretty sure it was the same woman who was with the man in the restaurant.
Now that he had a better look at the man, Peter's mouth dropped open further. He tried to speak, but the man spoke first.
"Oh it's you again." He said.
"Now I know who you are!" Peter exclaimed, "You're John..."
"I know my name, mate." John cut in. "What's yours?"
"I'm Peter Tork." Peter replied. "I'm with the Monkees." He continued, gesturing at the stage.
"Yes, I saw that." John said, "You and your mates play pretty well."
"Thank you." Peter said, swallowing. "That means a lot to me, since you're such a great musician."
John smiled and gestured to an empty chair, "Have a seat."
Peter sat down and John gestured to the lady next to himself, "This is...um...this is..."
"Evelyn." The woman said with a heavy sigh.
"How do you do?" Peter asked politely.
"I'm fine." Evelyn replied, looking daggers at John.
"So Peter." John said, ignoring Evelyn, "How long have you been with the Monkees?"
"About three years now." Peter replied. "The band's been together about that long."
Angelita came over with John's drink, a martini with a large olive floating inside.
"Thanks, luv." John said, then turned to Peter, "Can I get you something?"
"A root beer please, Angelita." He told her.
"Sure Peter." Angelita smiled and walked away.
John's appreciative gaze followed Angelita for a few seconds, then turned back to Peter.
"You know her?" He asked.
"Yeah, we met a few years ago, when the Monkees were visiting Mexico." Peter replied. "She's a nice girl."
"I'll say she is." John agreed.
"Ahem." Evelyn said.
"Just looking dear." John assured her, then looked at Peter again. "How long have you been playing bass?"
"About twelve years now." Peter replied. "What about you?"
"About the same, I guess..." John started to say, then looked over at the crowd. "Hey Chris, over here!" He yelled.
A man a few years older than John walked over to the table and sat down next to Evelyn.
"Hello all." The man said with a British accent.
"Hi Chris." John said, "You know Evelyn, but this is Peter Tork of the Monkees. Peter, this is Chris Stamp, co-manager of my little group."
"Hello Mr. Stamp." Peter said, shaking Chris' outstretched hand.
"Hello Peter, and call me Chris." Chris said, "And don't be fooled by this co-manager stuff, I'm more like a zoo keeper, trying to keep John and his mates in line."
Everyone laughed at that as Angelita brought back Peter's root beer.
"Thanks, Angelita." Peter said.
"Would you like something sir?" Angelita asked Chris.
"No thank you." Chris replied.
"Yeah, he needs a clear head to handle all our money." John added.
Angelita smiled and walked away.
"So Peter," Chris said, "You're with the Monkees? I've only been in the area a week or so, and I've heard a lot of good things about your group."
"Thank you, Chris." Peter said, taking a sip of his root beer.
Just then, Davy hurriedly walked over to the table.
"Hey, Peter!" Davy exclaimed, "I just ran into Angelita! She's working as a waitress here!"
"Yes, I was just talking to her." Peter replied, and motioning to John with his head, "And look who I'm talking to now."
Davy looking over at John, and like Peter, his jaw dropped open too.
"Blimey." Davy said to John, "It's an honor to meet you."
"John, this is Davy Jones." Peter said, "Davy, I guess you recognize John Lennon of the Beatles."
Davy and everyone at the table looked at Peter.
"What's the matter?" Peter asked, looking at all the confused faces.
"What's my name?" John asked Peter, his martini half-way to his mouth.
"John Lennon." Peter replied, "...right?"
"And what's my name?" Evelyn asked, a small smile on her face.
"Yoko Ono." Peter said. "You're both in disguise, just like in that restaurant."
John, Evelyn and Chris burst out laughing. Peter looked at Davy, trying to figure out what was so funny.
"Peter, that's not John Lennon." Davy said gently.
"He's not?" Peter asked.
Davy shook his head no.
"And that's not Yoko Ono?" Peter asked.
"No, Peter." Davy said.
"Then...who are they?" Peter asked, bewildered.
"That's John Entwistle of the Who." Davy replied.
Peter's jaw nearly dropped to the floor and he brought his hands up to the sides of his face.
"John Entwistle!" Peter repeated, then turned to John.
"John, I'm so sorry, when I saw you in the restaurant wearing the glasses..."
"You...HAHAHA...thought I was John Lennon!" John laughed even harder now, and then took a drink of his martini.
That proved to be a mistake, as he ended up swallowing the olive whole. It was only a few seconds later that the olive became lodged in his throat and John suddenly found himself unable to breath. He dropped the martini glass and clutched his throat.
"John, what's wrong?" Evelyn asked.
"That olive's stuck in his throat!" Chris shouted.
Evelyn began to pound John on the back.
"Don't do that!" Peter said, pushing her aside, "You could lodge it in deeper!"
"Help him!" Evelyn shouted at Peter.
Peter pulled John to his feet, turned him around and wrapped his arms around John's stomach, just beneath the rib cage. Grasping his hands together, Peter shoved upwards and inward. There was a sudden outburst of air coming from John and the olive flew out of his mouth and onto the table. He took a few deep breaths and then began to breathe normally again.
All this commotion brought the conversations at the surrounding tables to a halt. They quickly saw what happened and began to applaud Peter. This in turn brought Micky, Mike, Elizabeth and Darlene over to the table.
"What happened?" Micky asked.
"Your band mate just saved John Entwistle's life, that's what!" Chris exclaimed happily.
"I just did what I saw on television once." Peter said, shrugging his shoulders.
"John Entwistle?" Mike asked, then his eyes grew wide as he recognized the man standing next to Peter. Micky and Darlene's eyes grew wide too.
"Are you okay, baby?" Evelyn asked John.
"Yeah, no thanks to you, pounding me on the back." John snapped, then looked at Peter, "You're tops in my book, man." He smiled. "Thank you." John shook Peter's hand.
"I can't thank you enough, Peter." Chris said, also shaking Peter's hand. "How can I repay you?"
"There's no need to..." Peter began.
"Oh I know!" Chris said, "Peter, how would you and your mates like to open for the Who?"
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