Back at the pad, Mike was talking on the phone.
"Yeah, sure we can do it Mr. Locksley." Mike said to the person on the other end of the line. "We'll be there. Thanks. Bye." Mike hung up the phone and turned to the others.
"Who was that, Mike?" Micky asked.
"Keith Locksley of the Potion Club." Mike answered, "He wants us to play there tomorrow night."
"Wow! That's great!" Davy said, "That's a high-class club. Lots of important people hang out there."
"We're getting a generous pay too." Mike added.
"Did he say why he chose us, Mike?" Peter asked.
"All he said is that another group backed out and he heard we were good, so we're getting a shot." Mike told him. "So, let's get back to practice."
"Hey, let's not forget to thank someone." Peter told his friends.
"Oh yeah." The others replied. The joined hands and Micky said a prayer, thanking the Lord for the job.
Afterwards, the Monkees climbed back on the bandstand and began to play.
"Take the last train to Clarksville and I'll meet you at the station," Micky sang, "You can be here by four thirty, `cuz I've made your reservation don't be slow..."
After rehearsing a few more tunes, the guys took a break.
"We're sounding good!" Davy said proudly.
"I just wish we had some new tunes to play at that club." Micky remarked.
"What about that Christian tune I wrote?" Peter asked.
Mike shook his head. "I don't think it would go over in that club, Pete." He said sadly, "I can't even find a radio station that plays Christian music around here."
"I can`t seem to find anything else to write right now." Peter replied.
"Don't feel bad, Peter." Mike said, patting his back. "The well is kinda dry for me too."
"Let's be thankful for the songs we do have." Micky added, "Those songs have always gone over well."
"True." The others replied, and went back to rehearsing.
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Elizabeth walked over to Darlene. The other girl smiled at the angel and handed her a dust rag.
"I see you've faced the wrath of her majesty." Darlene said quietly.
"Her majesty?" Elizabeth asked, taking the rag from Darlene.
"Oh, that's what we call her around here, not to her face of course." Darlene replied, "She often acts like she's of royal blood. One girl even overheard her bragging she's descended from Henry the Eighth."
"That's...interesting." Elizabeth replied, wiping off the counter.
The angel knew that could be true, since Estella was hundreds of years old, but the evil in her was slowly aging her, while Elizabeth's own grace was keeping her young. "Some people have fixations about who they are or who they are related to."
"That's true." Darlene admitted, "But like I said, keep it to yourself. Her majesty seems to know what's going on around here a little too well. It's kinda creepy."
Elizabeth nodded, knowing full well the reason why.
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The next night, the Monkees were getting ready to go to their big gig at the Potion Club. Mike, Peter and Davy, wearing their blue eight-button stage uniforms, were by the door waiting for Micky.
"C'mon, Micky!" Mike yelled over to him. "This really is one gig we can't be late for."
Micky hung up the phone and walked over to the others.
"Sorry, guys I was trying to call Elizabeth to see if she'd come see us play, but she's not answering the phone."
"She probably has to work late." Davy said. "Or has something else to do."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Micky admitted, "I'll tell her about our gig next time I see her. Well?" Micky added, holding out his hands. The other three joined hands with Micky and Davy said a prayer asking the Lord that the evening would go well.
After that, the guys climbed into the Monkeemobile and went over to the Potion Club.