******MONKEES PAD..MAY 28TH 1968******
Micky: There was something odd about those days.
Davy: What?
Micky: Peter knew how to use his brain.
Peter. Hey! But anyway, with that really great idea of mine we got our first gig.
Micky: Yeah Yeah.
Peter: Let me continue...
******BACK TO FLASHBACK******
****** 3 DAYS LATER*******
*****CLUB MARY'S.. March 28th 1965*******
(The Monkees walk in the club and sit down their insterments. The place has a semi-amount of teenagers around dancing to the jute box.)
Peter: If we work here for one week at 50 bucks a gig for 7 hours a day, we should have that money in 10 days. And we only work for 70 hours.
(Micky is now talking from the presant day, cutting into the story. He's only heard not seen.)
Micky: See, Peter even knew how to do mental math back then. He sure changed.
Peter: Anyway, we worked there for 9 out of the 10 days before they fired us for our outragious musical style...that and Davy kept drawing the girls from the bar to the stage...
****10 days later*****
*****Marty's mechanic's...April 7th 1965******
Marty: Well to fix this piece of junk it will take about 4 weeks and cost $700.
Mike: Mick, you said $500.
Micky: OK so I was off. We can still afford it. (Turning to the other guys) Well I think we can buy the supplies and fix it on are own. It would be cheaper.
Mike: Alright we could. It will be fun...
*****8 1/2 days later******
****The Monkees Pad. (just moved into it) April 15th 1965*****
(The guys have just moved into their new Pad. They have already put up street signs and poster around the house to give it more of a feel of home. The beach house also came with a bandstand which they set their insterments up on. It is complete with two bedrooms, spiral staircase, a living room, and kicthen. Mike, Peter and Davy were sitting on the couch which is sitting in the middle of the living facing the TV in which they were watching when Micky comes in with oil and dirt on his face and clothes.)
Micky: Well the car is all done no thanks to you.
Mike: Well let's go see it. (The three on the couch get up and run past Micky out the front door.)
Micky (to himself): No, I didn't need any help. I was fine by myself. Oh and you're welcome for fixing our car up.
(They all walked out of the house into the driveway where there sat a beautiful Red GTO with a tan leather seats.Micky then pushed a botton in the car which makes the roof comes up which is also tan. On the side of the doors, the Monkees guitar logo is painted.)
Mike: You did a great job Mick. I love the logo. How did you come up with it?
Micky: I just used my imangination.
Davy: Must've been hard.
Mikcy: Well...
Mike: Who will be the first one to drive it?
Micky: Me! Since I did most of the work.
(The guys start aurging about it and get into a cat fight and start rolling on the floor. Then Mike gets up from the fighting as the others continue and get into the drivers seat. He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. The others then stop arguing and watch Mike pull out to the road.)
Mike (fromt he road): Hey, are you guys finished? Let's take this baby for a test drive.
(The three look at each other then run towards out of the driveway; Micky drops his cleaning rag.)
******TWO DAYS LATER******
******In the Pad April, 17, 1965*******
(The four are lounging around the Pad appearing to be bored. None of them have worked since they moved in. Mike had taken the job to call up clubs asking for gigs and the only thing he'd been able to do was give out their number for future posibilities.)
Mike (on the phone): Well, we have different experience levels--Oh, well we've only been togeter for about a month--Well, yeah but---but--Alright, out number is...(cut to Micky kneeling in front of his bass drum.)
Micky: I'm getting sick an tired of these clubs. They deffinately don't know opportunity when it comes a-callin'.
Peter: Well, you can't blame them. It took the Buffalo Fish six weeks before they got their first gig.
Davy: Hey Micky, what're you doing to your drum there?
Micky: I'll show you when I'm done. Hey Mike, how's the job hunt going?
Mike: Well, all the clubs in town know our number and one club recomends we play at bowling alleys.
Micky (quickly turning around): Don't do that! It's not a smart move.
(The three look at him.)
Peter: Well, yeah. Every musician knows that. Didn't you?
Micky (Hesitantly): Ahh...Yeah, of courseI did. I just thought it was a local thing. Y'know, just applying to here in LA.
Mike (on the phone again): Yeah?--(Surprisingly) What? (Everyone looks over to Mike.) Hold up one second. (He puts his hand over ther resiever) Guys, they want to know if we're free this Friday the 20th.
Peter, Davy, and Micky: Are you kidding?
Mike (to the person on the phone): Yes, I think we can fit you in--seven to eleve uh-huh--$150 for the night?--No that's fine. See ya then. (Mike hangs up the phone.) Guys we've got a gig.
(Everyone cheers. Then Peter stops waving for everyone to stop)
Peter: Hold it. Hold it! HOLD IT! (Everyone stops.) If we're gonna play a gig this Friday, we need to write some new material. We can't go stealing off the Beatles.
Mike: I've got a song I've been working on.
Peter: And I have some material but we never played any of it. What about you Mick?
Micky: I sing all my stuff at a bow....I mean the Bowman's Club.
Mike: Where's the Bowman's Club.
Micky: On 5th and Franklyn.
Davy: That's funy. We drove past ther. I thought that was a bowling alley.
Micky: Well...um...it is now. It wasn't a couple years ago.
Peter: C'mon, lets practice some music.
Micky: Hold it. Let me show you my drum set. (He steps away from his bass drume and the words "The Monkees" are writen in capital letters on the front.) You like it?
Mike: Do you like have an obsetion with that name and paint or something?
Peter: I like it. It shows we're a group. Good job Mick.
Micky: Why Thank you Pete.
******FRIDAY April 20th, 1965*******
******Club Casandra*******
(The Monkees pull up in front of the Club Casandra in their new Monkeemobile. Mike is driving. They park and get out of the car. Each is wearign thier own cloths. They had neglected to find any kind of uniform to wear.)
Mike: Welp, lets get unpacked and go on in.
(The others agree and the go to the trunk)
(In the Club, the Monkee pull in pull in a giant and broken down foot locker to the dance hall. A man, the owner, is waiting for them. Mike approaches him.)
Mike: You must be Mr. Carson.
Carson: Yes, I'm Mr. Carson (shaking Mike's hand.) You must be the Monkeys. (He looks over at the bass drum as they unload it from the foot locker.) Well, you could work on you rspelling skills. Anyway, how are you?
Mike: Oh, we're wonderful.
Carson: Oh, I see you're not in costume.
Mike: Costume?
Carson: You know uniform. All groups have some sort of uniform.
Mike: Well...
Carson: But don't worry. We have some old valet uniforms you can use.
Mike (unsure): Well, that's very kind of you.
Carson: Don't mention it. Now you boys set up and meet me in the back.
Mike: Thank you. (Mr. Carson walks away. The others approach.)
Davy: Old valet uniforms? What does he think we are, car-parkers?
Peter: I don't know maybe we can use them.
Micky: Yeah they can't be that bad.
(Time ellaps affect shows the four wearing read button shirts with eight buttons in two colloms of two by their neck. There is gold trim around the sleves and gold braded rope hanging from their sholders.)
Davy: You're right; it's worse.
Peter: It;s not that bad. Perhaps if we can take off the gold. (The four begin tearing off the sholder pads with the gold rope and tearing off the gold around the wrists. They all then agree that it looks better. Mr. Carson then comes from the side.)
Carson: I see you've found the uniforms. Well, I'm not paying to to stand around and desigin costums. (pointing ina more bitter voice) Go out on stage now. (The four walk off.)
(On stage, the red curtains are closed and a single mic stand is in the middle. The room is filled with teenages mingling or sitting at the tables provided. A spot light come down and Mr. Carson walks out.)
Carson: Ladies and gentalmen, put your hands together for our new group: The Monkees! (The curtains open and the four walk out on stage into position. there is mild laughter coming from the audience. Mike adjusts his mic.)
Mike: Good Evening. We're the Monkees. We'd like to start out with a song we collaborated on together: "Last Train to Clarksville"
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