"Davy!" Ginny said.
"Hmmm?" Davy mumbled, only half-listening.
"I'm kind of hungry. What do you say we go get something to eat?" she asked.
"You go ahead. I'm gonna be a while." he said.
"Well...the other girls aren't here....and I have to lock up." she said.
"I'll let me-self out." he said.
"No, you have to come with me!" she said in exasperation.
He looked up in confusion.
"Why?"
"Because..." she quickly searched for a reason. "I find it very rude to just walk off and leave you here. You're my guest, you know!"
He smiled and dismounted the stage.
"Sorry! I guess I didn't see it that way." he said. "Where do you want to go? My treat!"
Ginny smiled triumphantly.
"Well since you put it that way, there's this nice little place down the road...Tell you what! You go wait for me by the car, and I'll get my purse, ok?" Ginny suggested as she walked him to the door. She wanted to make sure he made it outside without running into the other guys.
Before he could respond, she had the door shut and she quickly crossed the room and went in search for Jan. She found Jan and Peter at the autograph table.
"Hello, Jan! Peter!" Ginny smiled. "Pete, I must apologize for not taking more time with you. I've been busy getting things in order."
"I understand! Jan tells me this is the first time you all have done something like this. Bet you find it hectic." Peter smiled.
"You have no idea!" Ginny said through a pasted smile. "Jan, my friend...uh...Thomas and I are going out to get a bite to eat. Things are in order on my end, but you'll have to check with Sara to see if she took care of her problem."
"Oh ok, I guess I'll see you later," Jan said with a smile.
"I'll be back in about an hour," Ginny emphasized.
"Ok, things will be fine here," Jan said then turned to Peter. "You wanna go check out the stage now?"
"Sure, hope you have a nice dinner Miss Boone," Peter said.
"Thank you Peter," Ginny said, "See you in an hour Jan."
As Ginny headed out the door, Jan breathed a sigh of relief. At least Peter's chances of running into one of his band mates had been decreased a little. Peter tapped Jan on the shoulder and she about jumped out of her skin.
"Whaa!" Jan yelled.
"I'm sorry," Peter apologized, "I thought you were taking me to the stage."
"Oh yeah. Come on, let's go," Jan said as she led him to the auditorium. Upon arriving, Jan noticed that some of Davy's instruments were on the stage.
"Great," she thought as she hopped up on stage to make sure none of them were monogrammed.
"What's all this?" Peter asked.
"Well, there was a band here the night before. The roadies partied just a little too hard last night and they said the instruments would be picked up by this evening," Jan explained. She was so nervous that Peter would see through her lie. After all, he had quite the experience with touring. He would know.
"That doesn't make sense. This band, whoever they are, would need their instruments for the next stop on the tour," Peter stated.
"Oh alright, you got me! These don't belong to a band that was here last night," Jan said in honesty. It actually felt good to be honest about something that day.
"Really, whose are they?" Peter asked.
"Well, us three women honestly didn't think one of the Monkees would show up for this. We had given up hope at three weeks before the event was suppose to happen, so we hired another band that would agree to learn and play as many Monkee songs as they could get their hands on. We kind of thought we could have an 'open mike' for the fans to sing their favorite songs," Jan said, regretting yet another lie. "I hope you're not mad. We still want you to perform."
"No, I'm not mad. I just wish you would have told me in the beginning. I don't like it when things are kept from me," Peter said.
"I really am sorry," Jan told him. "Will you excuse me? I need to look for Sara to tell her something. You can stay right here and check everything out." Jan slipped out of the auditorium. As the door went shut she did something she really didn't want to do. She took the auditorium key from her pocket and gently locked the door. She hated to, but she couldn't risk Peter following her and possibly running into Micky. She ran down the hall and finally found Sara and Micky in his dressing room.
"Sara, what are you doing in here?" Jan asked.
"I'm sewing a button on Micky's jacket. It fell off when we were in the Banquet Room," Sara explained as she looked up from her work.
"I've been all over the world and done many things, yet I can't sew a button on my favorite jacket," Micky said with a laugh.
"Ginny is out to dinner with Thomas. They will be back soon. I got Hal in the auditorium so he can check out the stage. This would be a nice time for you and Micky to check out the state capitol building," Jan told Sara.
"Ok, what do you say Micky?" Sara said.
"Sounds good, let's go," Micky said.
As Jan left, she noticed a figure coming across the parking lot. He was an elderly gentleman who seemed to be carrying something across his back. As far back as he was, she noticed immediately who was coming.
"Oh no, this can't be," Jan thought. Though she wanted to cry, she raced into the auditorium. She had to get Peter out quick. As she opened it, Peter nearly fell on top of her.
"Hey, I couldn't get out. What's going on?" Peter asked.
"That door sticks sometimes. Look, I need to show you something in the basement," Jan said.
"The basement!" Peter said in amazement.
"Uh huh! I think if you are to get the grand tour, you should see it all. Besides, that's where the pop machines are. I'm really thirsty," Jan said.
"Oh ok, how do I get there?" Peter asked.
"Take that back hallway and it's the door all the way at the end," Jan said pointing.
Soon as Peter disappeared out of sight, she shot down the opposite hallway to stop Sara and Micky before it was too late. She finally found them.
"Sara, Hal is in the basement," Jan gasped.
"Who's Hal?" Micky asked.
"Maintenance," Jan said.
"Ok," Sara said, not getting the point.
"Bob, is on his way in the front door," Jan said, " I gotta go help Hal."
"Come on Micky, I need to go back to the Banquet Room. I forgot something in there," Sara said, practically dragging Micky.
As Jan ran down the hallway, she nearly smacked right into the gentleman she saw in the parking lot.
"Whoa miss! Where ya going in such a hurry?" The man asked. Jan just stared up at him in fear. "Hi, the name's Mike Nesmith."