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DO YOU FEEL IT TOO? - part two
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"What are you doing here?" Peter asked coolly. The
shock of Mike's presence had worn off instantly for him.
Mike was taken aback for a moment. "Can't a guy just say hi
to his old friends?"
"Sure. But I don't see any old friends around here."
Peter replied evenly.
"Petah!" Davy gasped.
"Thought you'd come in and tell us how stupid we're being?
Ask why we're still doing the whole Monkees thing?" Once his
first statement had been made, the rest of what he had to say
came quite naturally to Peter. "Well, we're doing fine
without you, thanks for caring. Now maybe you should leave before
I say something really mean."
Any arguments the estranged Monkee would have made were instantly
wiped away in the face of so much unbridled anger. He still tried
his best to reply, however. "Peter, I---"
"Goodbye!" Peter snapped and started to walk away.
The other two Monkees had backed up a few steps the moment the
argument had begun. They didn't want any part of this
conversation right now. It was something that definitely had to
be hashed out between Peter and Mike.
And I thought I had things I wanted to talk to
Michael about. Micky had to keep checking that his mouth was
closed, for it seemed to be constantly on the verge of dangling
open. Peter's anger was shocking, but not unfounded. He had been
the other true musician when the show was created and had looked
to Michael as something of a blood brother. So when Mike decided
to alienate himself from the others, it had hit Peter really
hard.
"Say somethin'." Davy muttered to Micky so that Peter
and Mike wouldn't overhear.
"Like what? 'Can't we all just get along?' Be serious!"
"I am bein' serious. Things can't go on like
this!"
Flustered, Micky walked up to Peter. "Pete, maybe we should
go somewhere more private to hash things out with---" He
turned to motion towards the fourth Monkee, but he was gone.
"-- Michael."
Davy bit his tongue. "Damnit."
"Good riddance." Peter shrugged and started walking
again.
Determined to keep a handle on things, Micky stepped directly
into Peter's path. "Hope you're happy."
"Actually? I am. Now move."
"No."
Before Micky could say anything else, Peter lashed out suddenly,
punching the drummer across the jaw. Micky fell in a heap on the
soaking wet grass. "Told you to move." He walked on
without saying another word.
Rushing over, Davy held out a hand to help Micky up. Cradling his
jaw with one hand, Micky took Davy's hand with his free one.
"What got inta him?" Davy shook his head in disbelief.
"Must have been the spirit of Muhammad Ali." Micky
mumbled, cracking a joke despite his bloodied jaw.
"Let's go clean that up. We still 'ave a show tonight,
Michael or no." Or Peter. He added as an
afterthought.
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Peter had shown up after all. It really shouldn't have surprised
Micky though. Even if he was having personal problems, consummate
professional he was, Peter wouldn't let that affect the fans.
They had paid good money for a show, and a show they were going
to get.
So why is it that I can't get my head into the game?
Micky sighed.
"Mr. Dolenz?" A young assistant had come up behind him
soundlessly. Taken off guard, Micky was about to holler at the
young woman, but one look at her frazzled appearance told him
that she, too, was having one hell of a day.
"Yeah?" He tried to sound as peppy as possible, despite
the current circumstances.
She handed over a small, handwritten note and then rushed off in
response to the sound of her pager going off.
Fan mail so soon? He cracked a smile in spite of himself
and opened the crinkly piece of paper.
Surprise Guest Performance Tonight-- Be ready after 'Long
Title'.
Great. Just when he was figuring he could at least hold it
together through the standard lineup, they went and added
something on him. Sighing, he threw his hands up in surrender. Oh
well. He'd be as courteous as possible to their guest.
"Ready, Mick?"
Micky turned to find himself face to face with Peter.
"It's getting pretty loud out there. We don't make our
appearance soon, I think they'll begin dismantling the
furniture." Both chuckled uncomfortably. "Look, I'm
really sorry about earlier."
"Forget it. I already have." Micky smiled a little and
tried to make his way to the stage, only to find Peter blocking
his way.
"I've just had a lot on my mind. I didn't mean to take it
out on you."
"Again, it's forgotten." Peter's apology had made Micky
feel a lot better, and this time, his grin was much broader than
before. "C'mon!"
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Rocking through classics such as "Last Train to
Clarksville" and "She Hangs Out", the time flew by
for not just the audience, but the three performers as well. At
least for the evening, they could forget about their offstage
problems.
Peter introduced 'Long Title' as usual with the introduction of
it having been from their one and only movie, HEAD. The irony
wasn't lost on him that, in an odd way, this song symbolized how
he had felt about the whole group towards the end of the 60's. He
had written it one day while playing a few chord changes. The
song had just fallen out of his mouth, seemingly all by itself.
It was oddly prophetic, for at the time, he had had no idea that
that was going to be his attitude about anything having to do
with music.
"Do I have to do this all over again?
Didn't I do it right the first time?
Do I have to do this all over again?
How many times do I have to make this climb?
Didn't I....?
Didn't I....?"
They were almost to the end of the song when Micky remembered the
note he had been handed. At the end of the song, he got up from
his perch behind the drums and quickly passed the paper off to
Davy. Giving it a quizzical look, Davy shrugged and motioned
Peter over.
"Wish you'd told me sooner Micky..." Was the
only response Peter gave. He, however, nodded in agreement. They
waited for some motion to come from the roadies that their guest
was ready to go, but none came. Micky tapped his foot anxiously
and glanced at Davy for some kind of help.
Throw us a bone here, pal. He thought to himself in
distress.
The crowd cheered loudly as Davy grabbed the microphone and
started working the audience. A little stalling never hurt
anyone, and who better to draw people's attention than Mr. Teen
Idol himself?
"Heya gorgeous. So, where ya from?" Davy picked a
random girl in the audience, who instantly looked as if she were
ready to faint dead away.
After a couple minutes of this, it was clear that even Davy
wouldn't keep them distracted forever. "Well.. can't hold up
the show any longer." Peter set his guitar down and headed
over to the keyboard for 'Shades of Gray'.
"When the world and I were young just yesterday... life was
such a simple game a child could play..." Davy began to the
elation of the audience who immediately roared upon recognizing
the tune. The three Monkees grinned to each other, having settled
back into the grove. And what better song to settle back with
than this one?
"But today there is no day or night... today there is no
dark or light... today there is no black or white... only shades
of gray..." They harmonized as the audience began to sway
with the music.
Peter prepared to take the second verse when another voice jumped
in over his.
"I remember when the answers seemed so clear... We had never
lived with doubt, or tasted fear..."
Turning to his right, thinking Davy had made a mistake,
realization swept across Peter as he turned to face none other
than Mike. It was hard to keep himself contained, and Peter
considered, for the briefest of moments, stopping the song right
there. His stunned mind simply went into automatic pilot,
however, and he continued playing as if he had been fully
expecting Mike to pop in out of nowhere.
Definitely a surprise guest. Micky thought to himself. Emphasis
on 'surprise'.
At the end of the song, the audience was on their feet... might
have been on them beforehand for all Davy knew. Frankly, he had
been a little too busy gawking to notice. What's he doin'?
Gotta look happy to see him. Gotta look happy to see him.
Peter repeated over and over to himself as he stepped away from
the keyboard and over to Mike. Boy he would let him have it for
pulling a stunt like this. He'd skin him alive right in front of
the fans. He didn't care. He opened his mouth, prepared with a
barrage of words--- "Hey." Hey? HEY?! Smooth. Real
smooth. And articulate. Can't forget articulate.
Mike pulled his bandmates into a huddle in response. "A
simple sorry isn't gonna cut it, I know." He mumbled.
"But I want you to know I thought long and hard about
this... the fights, the breakup, the reunion, the running off on
you guys... and I realized who was really being the idiot."
A grimace spread across his face as if his own words left a bad
taste in his mouth. He was really humbling himself here, and the
shroud of pride he had used for years as a cover was finally
crumbling. "You guys kept going even when things got rough.
I was... afraid. Afraid to fail. But I know now that it's all
about the risks. Being secure is great, but part of the fun is in
NOT knowing what tomorrow may bring. I'm ready to take that
chance again."
Even more lost for words now than he had been before, Peter
fumbled with a mouth that had suddenly become useless.
"Michael I want you to know that----"
The cheering fans broke into the conversation suddenly in the
familiar call of "We want the Monkees! We want the
Monkees!"
"Hear that?" Mike grinned. "They want you
guys."
"Nuh-uh. They want US." Micky slapped him on the back
and jumped back behind the drums.
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"Wait up, Roy! I just want to pick up a copy of The
Post."
The papers had arrived in the office early that morning. Flipping
to the entertainment section for the most recent Hollywood scoop,
Robert's mouth hung open. "Well I'll be."
"You'll be what?" Roy quipped.
"Funny." He tossed the paper at Roy. "The Monkees
are mounting another tour."
"ANOTHER? Geez, this is becoming like the Stones. First
annual last tour. So... what's so special about this one?"
"Look at the picture."
Four beaming faces stared back in black and white print under the
heading-- NESMITH JOINS MONKEES TOUR: Missing Monkee Comes Home
to the Zoo.
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