(Davy walked into his wife's apartment that was directly across from the beach house. He found Colissa in her bedroom folding clothes and putting them into the drawers while in tears...)
Davy: Colissa, can we have a chat?
Colissa (Still putting clothes away): I'm listening.
Davy: Peter was right and so were you. I've been seeing other girls and I'm sorry. It was wrong of me.
Colissa (Keeping busy as they talked so she wouldn't have to look him in the eyes): And I supposed you expect me to accept your apology?
Davy: No, love; just forgiveness and a new start.
Colissa: The only way I'm going to forgive you is if you put us before the media and tell them who I am.
Davy: Why can't you understand what is going to happen if I do that?
Colissa: David, I never thought I would be saying this to you but you're going to have to choose me *or* your career. I can't go on pretending to be Colissa Miller. It's either I am Colissa Jones or I take me *and* our unborn baby back to San Fran and make it so you never see either of us again.
Davy: Can I think it over?
Colissa: Why should you have to think it over; unless you never really loved me in the first place and only married me because you took pity on me.
Davy: Colissa-Marie I do not wish to hear that from you again! I love you very much and...
Colissa: If you loved me, you wouldn't have been seeing other girls. (Davy took notice to the fact that she was putting the same clothes in and out of the dresser)
Davy (Hand on hers to stop her): Colissa look at me! (She wouldn't) Colissa, please? (Colissa found it really hard but she turned her head toward his. He put his hand to her chin and lifted it up to see her watery brown eyes looking at him) I'm sorry.
Colissa (Now crying): Why, David? Why...(Colissa couldn't finish because she'd begun to cry a little too much)
Davy (Pulling her into a hug and holding her so she could cry): I'm sorry. Shhh! (Davy just held onto her and let her cry)
(After about five minutes more of crying, Colissa had become tired. Davy took her to their room, laid her down and covered her up...)
Davy (To a sleeping Colissa as he kissed her forehead): Just sleep, love! (Davy quietly left the bedroom and sat down in the kitchen thinking about his life and the things that had gone on and how he was going to correct it)
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(Two hours later, Davy had come to his decision and walked back over to where the boys were at...)
Davy: Mike? Can you get Micky and Peter out here please? I've something very important to discuss and I don't want to say this without speaking to all of you first.
Mike: This sounds serious, man. Everything ok?
Davy: I believe it will be; yes.
(Mike walked out onto the terrace to get Peter. He found him with his feet propped up, drink in his hand and a serious look on his face...)
Mike: Why, all of a sudden, is everyone getting serious around this place.
Peter: What do you mean?
Mike: You, for instance, have hardly cracked a real joke in a couple of days. Are things that tense that we've stopped having fun?
Peter: Why don't you ask Mr. I'm Married and don't wanna tell anyone? He's got all those answers!
Mike: Awe, Peter, ya can't mope around because of that. Davy had a good reason for being quiet about his wife and...
Peter: And it gave him the right to be dishonest with the three of us? C'mon, Mike; get real!
Mike (Sighing): He wants to talk to us. Can you at least come inside and listen to what he has to say?
Peter: Do I have much of a choice?
Mike: Yeah; you've always got a choice. I won't force ya to talk to him but I think ya should hear him out.
Peter (Getting up from where he was sitting): Fine! Let's go hear what short-stuff has to say; but I want my spot back when he's finished.
Mike (Laughing): That's my boy! (The two of them walked back inside. Mike was going to go get Micky but Micky was already downstairs) Good, you saved me the trip of walkin' up after ya.
Micky: What's this about? I've got a date in a half an hour.
Peter: Another date? How many does *this* make?
Micky (Laughing): You really gotta get out more Pete. (The three boys sat down) Okay, little shrimp, what's the fish?
Davy (Small laugh): Look, we've been on the road for three years straight right? (They nodded) In that time we have only had a couple of holidays from each other. Our schedules have not left us with much of a social life and really I'm quite tired of the routine.
Micky: Don't say it! Please don't say it!
Peter: Say what?
Davy: I'm sorry, guys but...it's time to go our separate ways.
Micky: He said it!
Peter (Angry voice): I knew it! I just knew that...woman was going to come between us! You promised me this job for life Davy!
Davy: When did I make such a promise?
Peter: When you hired the three of us to help *you* become famous!
Davy: Oh; that promise. I know that I made that promise but promises are sometimes meant to be broken.
Mike: Why now, man? We've got about 30 more shows to go before our next vacation and...
Davy: And we will fulfill those 30, Mike. But the last show is when I will be letting everyone know about me wife and new baby; then I will be settling in right here with the both of them. I can't go on the road and leave the two of them behind. I also cannot go on the road and take them with me. Please understand that it is something I must do.
Peter: Did you even *think* about what would happen to us? I'm not Davy Jones and I'm certainly not Micky Dolenz so how am *I* going to make a living without you guys!
Micky: What's that comment mean?
Mike: Ignore him, Mick. Peter's just in a...mood.
Peter: You're right! I *am* in a mood ok...?! I'm not the popular Monkee; I'm not the Monkee with the looks or the British accent and I'm not the one with all the lead songs. How am I going to make it without you...?!
Mike: Peter, calm down buddy! (Peter just gave Mike a look)
Davy: Peter, you are quite the talented man. You never seem to give yourself enough credit for the work you do and I hate hearing you speak of yourself like that. You will do just fine on your own. I've not known another performer who can play any instrument you give him. I've also not known another performer who can wow the audience with the voices you use and the way you wear your hair. The girls in the audience love it! (That comment got a small laugh from Peter) And that right there, my dear mate, is the one thing you've got the rest of us don't; a dimply smile. You're going to make it just fine.
Peter (Easing up; sighing): I'm sorry, man. It's just the thought of going out on my own after all this time. I...
Davy: Will do fine!
Micky: So it's really over then?
Davy: Yes; I'm sorry but I must devote my time to Colissa and the baby.
Micky: Eh, it's okay man. I'm happy for you both. I just wish you would have told us this sooner.
Davy: How come?
Micky: 'Cuz I wouldn't have bought us new microphones. (They laughed) Think I can get my money back on them?
Davy: You are quite the goof!
Mike: You sure this is what you want?
Davy: Yes, Mike.
Mike: I'll call Duke in the morning and have him set up a good farewell show.
Davy: Thanks! Now, if you boys do not mind I am going to go over to me wife and let her know what's going on.
Mike: See you later! (The three of them watched as Davy walked out the door)
Micky: I guess I'll go call my sister up and tell her I need a place to stay.
Mike: Why; nobody's moving anywhere just yet?
Micky: If I don't call her now...? I'll be living in the streets because she does *not* like surprises. She would kill me if I showed up at her doorsteps with my stuff. (Mike just laughed at him and shook his head as Micky went over to the phones)
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