Waiter: Hi, what can I get for you?
Mike: Just a cup of coffee with cream please.
Waiter: Comin' right up. (The waiter looked at Mike for a minute) You look very familiar. Where have I seen you before?
Mike: I'm a Monkee.
Waiter: You don't look like one. (That got a small laugh from Mike)
Mike: I'm from the group "The Monkees."
Waiter: Oh yeah! Were you the one with the curly hair?
Mike: No that was Micky. I'm Mike.
Waiter: Ohhh! You're the one with that cool green wool hat! I really dug that hat. (The waiter filled Mike's cup with the coffee and gave Mike the cream)
Mike: Thank you.
Waiter: Welcome. You look a little blue. Is there anything I can help you with?
Mike: Nah. I just wanna sit here for a bit to collect my thoughts.
Waiter: Okay. Take your time. If you need anything, let me know.
Mike: Thanks. (The waiter left and Mike just sipped at his coffee. While he was sipping his coffee, he got an unpleasant memory)
(Warning: This part may be sensitive to some readers but it's important for my story)
(Mike's memory.)
"Mike's Dad (Yelling): ROBERT MICHAEL!! (Mike came from his room area)
Mike's Mom: Bob, leave him alone! He didn't do anything wrong!
Mike's Dad (Smacking his wife): YOU KEEP OUT OF THIS!! (To Mike) GET OVER TO ME BOY!! (Mike hesitated but walked over to his dad) YOU BLASTED KID!! YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO SKIP SCHOOL!! (Mike got hit and his mother stepped in and got the rest of the beating. Mike laid there crying as he heard and watched his mom and dad fight)"
(Back to reality, Mike was snapped out of his memory with a visitor.)
Familiar Voice: Mike, can we join you?
Mike (Realizing Micky was before him): How'd you know where to find me?
Micky: We followed you. (The other two Monkees joined them)
Mike: What, you all think you have to look out for me or something?
Davy: Hey don't get excited! We're just concerned about you.
Mike: Well you don't need to be concerned about me, all right? I'm fine.
Peter: No you're not. We had to stop our practice several times because you were off in "La-La" land somewhere. This thing about your dad is really buggin' you and we're not letting you go until you talk to us about it.
Mike: Peter, it's not something I can just talk about okay? Just leave me alone about it.
Davy: Is that your solution to ev'rything?
Mike: Maybe it is! What's it to ya?
Davy: I'll tell ya what it is to me! You have agreed to do this concert tour with us and we can't do it with you acting like this. Now you either shape up or you're off the tour!
Micky: Davy.
Davy: I mean it, Micky! I'm in charge of this and I don't want our show being sloppy because Mike is having personal problems.
Mike: Then maybe I'll just quit!
Davy: You're good at that, too!
Mike: What do you mean?
Davy: The minute you began having marital problems with Pamela, you quit the group in the 60s. And then you didn't just quit, you quit your marriage at the same time. You seem to quit at ev'rything you do and I don't want any quitters on this tour!
Peter: David, I think you're being too harsh on him. He's got personal problems and.
Davy: And so what if he does, Peter. Does he think he's the only one with personal problems in this group? I'm going through a divorce and I'm not letting it stop me from doing this tour.
Micky: This is different, Davy.
Davy: How is this different, Micky?
Micky: It just is. (Davy rolled his eyes)
Mike: If you came here to jump down my throat about the practice, then maybe you don't need me at all! (Mike stood up, put the money down on the table and walked out of the coffee shop)
Micky: Way to go, Davy!
Peter: Yeah! He's what we need to complete the show man! Without Mike, we will never float!
Davy: I'm sorry but I do not want him goofing up on tour like he did in the practices because of his personal life.
Micky: Give me time, okay? I'll get him back!
Peter: How are you gonna do that?
Micky: I have a plan! (Those three sat talking about Micky's plan)