Ginny's eyes went wide and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
"Oh, Mr. Jones, I'm so sorry! Are you all right?" she asked.
"Fine!" came his muffled voice behind his hand. "Just fine!"
He removed his hands from his face and gingerly touched his nose. Ginny winced every time he did.
"You must be Ginny." he said.
"Uh, yeah! That's me!" Ginny said with a sheepish smile. She looked behind her to make sure the coast was clear, then looked back at Davy. "Come on in!"
As Davy followed her, Ginny's eyes roamed all around the building and down each hall, being careful not to run into one of the other Monkees.
"Is something wrong?" Davy asked from behind her, obviously sensing Ginny's paranoia.
"What? Oh no!" Ginny answered too quickly, then slowed down. "I mean, I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted on the phone...and for hitting you in the face with the door. I don't usually act like an airhead."
A genuine laugh came from Davy, and Ginny was delighted to see he wasn't annoyed with her.
"Don't worry about it. I've had worse phone conversations and been hit in the face a lot harder than that!" he replied. "Where are we going?"
"I thought I'd take you to your dressing room. I figured you could get things set up in there the way you liked it." she said.
"All right! But I would like to get a good look at the stage later."
"Oh of course! No problem!"
Ginny led him down a hall that had four doors on the right and four more on the left. She opened the first one on the right and saw Micky inside, digging through his suit case.
"Oops!" she exclaimed and shut the door.
"What's wrong?" Davy asked.
"Storage closet!" Ginny said, quickly grabbing Davy's arm and dragging him to the second door on the right. "Your dressing room should be in here."
She shoved Davy into the room and quickly shut the door just as Micky's door opened.
"Did somebody just open my door?" Micky asked.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in there." she smiled apologetically.
"Oh! All right!"
Just as Micky shut his door, Davy opened his.
"Nice dressing room." he said. "I'm ready to look around now."
"Oh no, you can't!" she said, pushing him back into his room. "Rest up a while. There's plenty of time."
She shut the door again, and Micky's door opened.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"I was just talking to myself." she smiled.
He shook his head and shut the door. Davy opened his again.
"What?" he asked.
"I was just talking to myself." she answered again.
"I heard you!" came Micky's voice from the other room.
"Who was that?" Davy asked.
"Maintenance!" Ginny said, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room. "Let's go look at the stage."
Phew! That was a close call, too close! Ginny thought to herself. Things were turning out to be a bigger mess than she thought. What normal person goes around hiding grown men from each other? It was ridiculous. In a way, she almost felt like she was in a Monkee episode and was one of the guys trying to hide something from Mr. Babbit. She thought about the horse episode and chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Davy asked.
"Oh, um, nothing. I'm just a little nervous," Ginny said.
"About meeting me?" Davy inquired.
"Well maybe a little. I'm more nervous about the convention going well. It's a big undertaking for just a few women to handle. I hope nothing has been forgotten," Ginny said, wondering what in the world could happen next.
"I'm sure it will all be fine," Davy reassured her.
From another part of the building, Jan had told Peter that she would give him a tour of the convention hall. Of course, this was just a ploy to get him out of the Banquet Room, just in case Sara wasn't able to stop Micky from coming in. Jan cautiously shifted her eyes from left to right, making sure she didn't run into Micky or Davy.
What was worse is she had no idea what part of the building they were in. They could have popped out of nowhere and she would have been totally unprepared.
"Is everything alright? You look a little jumpy?" Peter asked suspiciously. Jan had to remember that she was in the presence of a very clever man. She couldn't easily fool him like his television character.
"Well, I don't know this convention center well myself. I'm just trying to take it all in," Jan explained. It really wasn't a lie. The girls had only had a few hours to roam the convention hall before their unexpected guests had started arriving.
Jan cautiously looked down one hallway and spotted Sara and Micky talking. They were headed their way. Jan shot Sara a warning look and suddenly she and Micky turned around and started heading the other direction. Jan breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know what Sara had said to him, but it worked. She sure didn't need anymore close calls.
"I'd like to go rehearse a little, if that is ok," Peter told Jan.
"Sure, I'll take you to the stage," Jan said as she led him to the auditorium.
Just as Jan opened the auditorium door, she saw Ginny there with Davy, who was inspecting the size of the stage, figuring out where to set up his equipment. She quickly shut the door. She had to think of something quick.
"Well, are we going in?" Peter asked, trying to figure out what was wrong with his young hostess.
"Um, they are waxing the stage," Jan said then regretted.
Waxing the stage? She thought, boy does that sound dumb.
Luckily Peter would buy it.
"O-K! Well, can I at least look at where I'm going to be performing?" Peter asked.
"No, I mean, I want to show you the table where you'll be signing autographs. You'll have to tell me if the lighting will be right for fans to take pictures. You don't want any sun glares ya know," Jan said as she led Peter down another hallway.