(The three guys came across the beach house at the same time...)
Peter: Hey are you the guy that placed the ad?
Micky: No, I'm Micky; the guy who is answering the ad who is going to go on to become rich and famous.
Peter: No, I don't think so! I'm going to become famous and rich and you'll just be a little tiny spec of dirt that I won't ever remember because I'm too busy admiring my fans.
Micky: Yeah and you're going to be admiring me from far away because I'm going to be up on stage while you beg and gravel for my autograph.
Peter (Laughing): Yeah right! It'll be more like you'll be eating gravel instead!
Mike: It's gravel and you're both wrong! It's going to be *me* up there. (Peter and Micky look at Mike) What; never see a man with a guitar case before?
Micky: Not one with a green wool hat. What are you wearing that thing for? It's 100 degrees out here!
Peter: It's not 100; it's 97 and I think the hat looks groovy on him.
Mike: Thanks. (Hand out for a shake) I'm Mike Nesmith.
Peter: I'm Peter Tork.
Micky: And I'm going to get the guy that placed this ad because he's late!
Boy-ish British Voice: I'm not late mate! I'm right here! (They all looked around)
Micky: Right where?
Boy-ish British Voice: Open the door and find out! (They opened the door and saw him standing only about 5'3")
Micky: You're short!
Boy-ish British Voice: And you're a peanut! (They laughed a little) C'mon in mates! I'm David but me friends call me Davy.
Peter (Snickering): I can see why!
Davy: What is that supposed to mean?
Peter: Oh nothing! I just thought...never mind. I'm Peter.
Mike: I'm Mike.
Davy: And who is the curly-topped stick?
Micky: Ha, ha! I'm Micky.
Davy: Can any of you play?
Peter: Sure; I play Dominoes, Monopoly, Poker...
Davy (Strange look): I meant an instrument?
Peter: Sorry; I tend to get a little nervous around people! What instruments do you want me to play?
Davy: Anything you want.
Mike: Bet he can't play the violin.
Peter: That's where you're wrong! (Peter pulls out a small case with a violin in it. He tuned it up and started playing)
Davy: You're good, mate; but I aint lookin' for a violin player. I'm looking for some rock-n-roll players.
Peter: I've got plenty to choose from. (He pointed to his stuff)
Micky: What are you; a one-man-band or something?
Peter: Kinda-sortta. My mom was a music teacher and taught me everything she knew about every instrument. The rest kind of just came naturally. I can play anything you give to me.
Davy: Hmmmm...I might have use for you. What about you two?
Mike: I play guitar. (Mike picked up his guitar and began to pluck at it)
Davy: Very good; but I don't play country music.
Mike: Country...? No, *this* is country. (He played some quick tune) *This* is rock! (Mike rocked his guitar)
Davy: Whoa! That's a bit much for me!
Mike: Much like one-man-band here I can play anything you give to me.
Davy: What about you, string-bean. What can you play?
Micky: I play short-stop! (Davy just looked at him and the four of them began to laugh) I really only play guitar but I'm willing to learn other instruments.
Davy: You willing to learn the drums?
Micky: The what...?
Davy: Drums...? Ya know the thing you bang on 'til your mum can't stand the noise anymore; so she sends you to the garage where your neighbors complain and then your mum moves you back to the house to put up with it? (They just looked at him) It's happened a few times with me growing up.
Micky: You sure didn't grow up too much. (They all laughed and Davy just looked at him) I guess I'm willing to learn; but I've never even picked up a stick before.
Peter: There's a first for everything.
Davy: I think you're all hired.
Mike: How much is this gig going to pay?
Davy: Gig...? What gig? We haven't even played yet to get a gig. You're jumping too quickly. First we practice, then we get a gig.
Micky: I've got a small problem. I've got nowhere to live and...
Davy: Speak no more. This is my pad and you are welcome to live here. I've plenty of room. The landlord can be a bit of a pain but he usually keeps to himself.
Mike: You got room for one more?
Peter: How about two more? I've been living with my boss and his wife and they're having a baby so I don't want to be taking up their space.
Davy: So you wish to take up my space instead? (Peter looked at Davy) Just kiddin' ya mate. I've got two bedrooms. The one upstairs is mine. You three can share that one right there! (He pointed to the room behind the stairs)
Peter: You think we'll be any good?
Davy: We've no idea 'til we try. Since you are fluent in quite a few instruments, you think you can teach Micky how to play the drums?
Peter: Only if he's willing to learn.
Micky: I don't need you to teach me anything! I can learn by myself.
Peter: Suit yourself. (Micky sat down, picked up the sticks and tried to play. They all covered their ears; yelling above the noise) YOU THINK YOU CAN PLAY A LITTLE LOUDER NEXT TIME?? I CAN STILL HEAR IN MY OTHER EAR!! (Micky quit playing) I'm willing to teach you how to do the rhythm if you're willing to learn. You've got the concept of the banging but your rhythm is off.
Micky: All right, bandy, you teach me!
Peter: Bandy...?
Micky: Yeah as in 'one-man-band.' Show me the ropes! (The two of them began to work together)
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