(Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork, David Jones and Micky Dolenz lived in a beach house somewhere off the coast of California. This is briefly how they met...)
Micky (Reading the paper): "Wanted: Some band mates to help start a groovy rock-n-roll group. Apply by calling 555-3232." Hmmm...that's interesting.
Girl: What's interesting big brother?
Micky: Oh, hi sis! Just reading this ad in the paper.
Girl: What's the ad say?
Micky: "Wanted: Some band mates to help start a groovy rock-n-roll group. Apply by calling 555-3232."
Girl (Pouring a drink of lemonade): Sounds like something you'd write.
Micky (Laughing): I highly don't think so, Coco. If I were to write something like this I certainly wouldn't put the ad in the paper.
Coco: Really...? Where would you put the ad?
Micky: In the garbage. Do you know the odds of starting a rock group these days?
Coco: I think the odds are better than you think. I've often thought of starting one myself but I simply don't have the time. I've got way too much school work to do. You, on the other hand, have absolutely nothing to do and are living here for free.
Micky: You want me to apply don't ya?
Coco (Laughing): You are so smart! Besides that, with my current school load, I have to move back in with mom and Scott. I can't handle living here, trying to pay the rent, the bills and put food on the table for the both of us. It's just not working out. You know I love ya but...
Micky: Yeah, sis, I know. How soon you moving home?
Coco: In about two weeks. I would offer to have you come with me but you and Scott don't get along and mom doesn't need the fuss with the two of you fighting all the time.
Micky: I don't mean to. I just don't like how he expects me to abide by his rules. I'm 21 and don't need another dad.
Coco: I know, Buzz, but ya gotta come to grips sooner or later that he loves mom.
Micky (Sighing): Yeah I know Coo but I hate it. (Micky stared at the phone number) Okay, sis; here goes nothing. (Micky dialed the number in the paper)
Boy-ish British Voice: Hello, speak to me mate!
Micky: Um...is this the person asking for band mates?
Boy-ish British Voice: Indeed. You interested?
Micky: Yeah; sure am. How do I apply?
Boy-ish British Voice: Do you know where Beachwood is?
Micky: Yes I know it well.
Boy-ish British Voice: Smashing! I'll give you the address.
(The voice on the other end gave Micky directions...)
Micky: Thanks! I'll see you in about 10 minutes. (Micky hung up and looked at his sister) Do you really think I should try this, Coo?
Coco: What is it dad used to say all the time..?
Micky & Coco (Together): "If you don't go, you'll never know."
Micky: Thanks. (They hugged each other)
Coco: Now get going, Buzz, before you miss out!
Micky (Hand to forehead like an army person): Yes ma'am! (She just laughed at him and sent him on his way)
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(On the other side of the city, a Texan by the name of Mike made a call to that same phone number...)
Mike (On the phone): Yes is this the person who placed the ad for a groovy rock-n-roll band?
Boy-ish British Voice: Indeed it is mate!
Mike: Great! When do I start?
Boy-ish British Voice: What do you mean?
Mike: When do I start?
Boy-ish British Voice: You start by showing me what you've got. If you're any good I may consider it.
Mike: Where do I meet ya at then?
Boy-ish British Voice: Do you know where Beachwood is?
Mike: I may not be from the area but I sure think I can find something matching that street. What's the address? (The man gave him the address) Thanks. I'll see you in about five minutes. (Mike hung up, finished writing something down, picked up his guitar, put on his green wool hat that he wore and took off for town)
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(And, yet, on another side of the city at a local restaurant, a blond-haired man named Peter was on his break reading the paper when he saw that same ad...)
Peter: Well isn't this an interesting ad? Hey Gino? Can I use your phone?
Gino: Sure Peter! You know where to find it.
Peter: Not sure; can you point me in the right direction?
Gino (Laughing): You'll make a great comedian someday Peter!
Peter: Ya think so?
Gino: Nah; just wanted to give you a boost.
Peter: What do you mean a boost?
Gino: Do you think that newspaper ad was laying there by accident?
Peter: You put it here?
Gino: Pete, I think you're a terrific guy; you're one of my best buds around here but ya just don't belong working for me all your life. You've got to give it a try.
Peter: Thanks Gino! You're a real pal! (Peter went to the back room. He picked up the phone and called the number)
Boy-ish British Voice: Hello mate! What can I do for ya?
Peter: You sound...
Boy-ish British Voice: Strange..?
Peter: Well, no, I was gonna say young but since you put it that way; you sound young *and* strange.
Boy-ish British Voice: Very funny mate and for your information I'm 19!
Peter: I'm answering your ad in the paper for a band. Where do I meet you and what do I bring with me?
Boy-ish British Voice: You bring yourself and if you play any instruments that'd be even better. Here's the address.
(Peter was given the address...)
Peter: Thanks. See you shortly! (Peter hung up and walked back to Gino) May I take off a bit early today?
Gino: Go right ahead! If I see ya tomorrow I know ya didn't get the job. If I don't see ya, just remember me when you're famous.
Peter: Right Dino. (Gino laughed and threw a dish towel at Peter) See ya! (Peter walked out)
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