Petra could hardly contain herself. She was like a kid at Christmas! As she and Peter finally got in the car to leave, she became more and more anxious.
"Petra, is there something you're not telling me?" Peter asked.
"No. No. Uh, why would you ask that?" She answered trying to sound normal.
"Well, one reason is you're talking very loud." Peter said.
"Ha ha. I just want to get there to get a good seat," Petra laughed nervously.
"I know what it is," Peter said calmly.
"You...you do?" Petra asked her heart sinking. Could he really know?
"Yeah, you got a boyfriend you want me to check out," Peter teased.
"Well, it's three, actually," Petra answered absently.
"WHAT???!!" Peter screamed as he almost drove off the road at the shocking answer he got from his little sister. So he pulled over, stopped the car, turned to Petra, who was looking quite wide-eyed at this point, and asked her to repeat herself.
"No. You misunderstood, bro. What I was saying before you tried to kill us was 'Please actually, we have to hurry so we can get a...'"
"A good seat." Peter finished. He started the car and the two continued the rest of the ride in quiet. Peter was sure he heard correctly and Petra was sure to keep quiet before she let anything else slip.
***
Backstage the guys had set up. The Thorkelson's were seated at the table that was "reserved" for them. Peter questioned how they scored such great seats. Petra tried to explain it away by simply saying one word: "Fate."
The manager, who was in on this performance, alerted the guys that it was a go. Their friend and soon to be current bandmate was seated in the front of the stage.
"Mike?" Micky asked as he sat behind the drums, "you think that Big Pete will really buy this?"
"Well, yeah. He'll come back. Why'd ya ask?" Mike replied, a bit puzzled at Micky's question.
"You see, uh, guys, I was the last one to get on his case about his forgetfullness. And...and I was a bit harsh. You know, him making me miss getting the extra money and all," Micky sheepishly said.
"Dude, Pete's a Monkee. He knows loyalty. We all were a bit harder on him than we should have been. But, Micky, Pete has a forgivin' heart. That's what we all know 'bout Big Pete," Mike answered.
"Mike's right. Peter's a Monkee. He's family," Davy added.
"OK guys. Let's get it started," Micky said with renewed confidence.
The lights lowered. The club owner came out from behind the curtians that draped the stage.
"Good evening all you happenin'' folks. Are you ready for a great time?" The crowd went wild.
"Well, we won't disapoint! We have a special guest band tonight. So sit back and get your grooves on! Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Malibu, California...The Monkees!!!!!!
The sharp sounds of the guitar riff of "For Pete's Sake" filled the room. The curtians opened and before the crowd and Peter and Petra stood Mike, Davy, and Micky. They played the first few chords of the song then stood silent on the stage as the screams of the crowd died down.
Peter didn't know what to think. He had to be dreaming. Mike, Davy, and Micky in Connecticut? And singing his song? What was happening? Peter's questions were interrupted when Mike took the mic and started to talk.
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