The next morning found the four Monkees quietly relaxing in the living room. Mike was still working on his songs, occasionally playing chords on his guitar, while the others were either reading or napping. Ever since the fight with Elizabeth, Mike had thrown himself into his music and now his songs were almost complete.
Still smarting from the tongue-lashing she had given him, he had also made his band mates rehearse over and over again until they got the songs perfect.
"C'mon, Mike." Micky said, rubbing his eyes, "The songs are fine."
"I want my song to be perfect." Mike said, tuning his guitar once again, "I want that recording contract."
"We all do, Mike." Peter said, "We just have to have faith."
"We have to rely on our abilities too." Mike replied, then stood up. "Let's go at it again. I think I have the bridge worked out for `Sunny Girlfriend' this time."
"What do you have?" Peter asked, trying to be interested.
Mike played his guitar, "And at night when I'm sleeping, then she comes creeping..." Mike paused.
"Into my thoughts." Peter added.
"Yeah, I could use that." Mike admitted.
Micky, however, wasn't paying attention. He stood up and walked over to the bay window.
"Micky, what's the matter?" Mike asked, getting annoyed, "Your mind hasn't been on these songs at all today."
"I'm just thinking of Elizabeth." Micky said, looking out over the ocean, "I can't believe we acted like that to her. I can't believe I told her to leave."
"Well, she had it coming." Mike huffed, his pride still smarting, "She was looking for trouble where there is none." He stood up. "Let's go over `Sunny Girlfriend once again with the new bridge."
"Can we call Jynger when we're through?" Davy asked.
"I fully intend to." Mike smiled.
So the Monkees played Mike's song again. When they were done, the four looked at each other with content.
"I think we have those new songs for Ms. Ritz." Mike told his friends. He took off his guitar and went over to the phone. Mike dialed the number of Gynger's office and within a few seconds, Maggie answered the phone.
"Hello, Ritzy Records, Maggie speaking."
"Hi Miss Mc Donald." Mike said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. "My band mates and I have been working these last few days and we have a few new songs for Ms. Ritz to hear."
"Wonderful!" Maggie exclaimed, "I'm sure she'll want to hear them soon. Let me see when she can see you again." After a few seconds, Maggie spoke once again.
"She's in meetings for the rest of the day, so how about tonight at seven?" Maggie asked.
"We'll be there, Miss McDonald. Count on it." Mike replied.