Day 3 Tuesday August 28th Micky
I am already downstairs when Paul comes in.
Wow youre early, he remarks.
Not really, it is almost noon.
True, what did you say to Peter last night?
Not much. Why?
Well when he got into the limo, he was kind of pale and dreamy eyed.
Hmmm I then change the subject with, So whats on the book for today?
The place that Micky picked out is Lizaso Boutique and Hair Salon. When we arrive you will have your hair and nails touched up, make up and massage if you want.
Oh Joyous.
Something wrong?
No, it is just that this is getting kind of tedious.
Paul only shrugs, while he understands, there is nothing that can be done.
When we arrive at the salon, and I look at the window and see that the window is decorated with a scene from Bambi. Flower, was most predominant.
Gee, it looks like someone paid attention.
Paul smiles and says, and you thought that they didnt pay you any mind.
They like me, they really like me.
Paul under his breath and hoping that I dont hear it says, more than you know.
I heard the remark but ignored it. Becca, the owner, greets me as I enter. She tells me that they are short handed, so it may take a little longer than usual. I tell her that I am a stylist, and I would be willing to wash hair if it will help.
Oh no I couldnt have you do that, you are suppose to relax.
Please if I can be used, use me. I have had nothing to do for the past 3 days. I am pampered out. As long as I look good for tonight, that is all they care about.
Laughing she responds, well, I wont look a gift stylist in the scissors.
So there I was washing hair and mixing with the clients, it was fabulous. At 4pm, Becca came out with a gorgeous princess cut, sleeveless dress, with a sweetheart neckline. Micky like the style that Mike picked but he thought it was way too conservative. The fabric was soft and flowing and there was a georgette shawl. It was a beautiful shade of maroon. Becca finishes my hair and make up, and sends me off to put on the dress. When I come out, Paul has arrived.
Wow! Youre going to give them a heart attack one of these days, was all he could say.
Has anyone ever told you that flattery will get you everywhere.
Becca turns to me and says, I must pay you for your help.
Unnecessary, It was my pleasure.
What is going on? inquires Paul.
Sharane washed hair to help me out today.
Paul mentions, the boys arent going to like that.
So dont tell them.
Fully aware that a diversion was in order, gets back to wanting to pay me for my help. Well, you are not leaving here without compensation. Here is a BecOrginal. I designed them myself, and if you dont take them I will get out the big guns.
Oh Becca, theyre beautiful. Thank you, for everything.
She has designed a pair of drop earrings and a matching necklace. I say a good bye to Becca and the staff and go out to the limo. Paul tells me that Splashes, a Mediterranean restaurant, is where Micky has chosen for dinner. When we arrive, it reminds me of an Italian villa, with a breathtaking view of the surf. As Paul walks me in, Micky meets us, holding a single red rose. He hugged me and brought me to the table. Peter gives me a white rose, Mike a pale pink and Davy handed me a yellow rose. I couldnt hold the tears back any longer. Embarrassed, I excused myself. After a few minuets, Davy found me looking out the side window.
Are you ok?
Mostly, I am just very sentimental. My grandmothers favorite rose was yellow. I am also trying not to think about this all ending.
Luv, chin up, you have a wonderful evening ahead. Lets go and enjoy it. After a short pause, he continues to tell me, I know that I didnt know your grandmother, but I would like to think that she would want you to.
Very true, thank you Davy.
We went back out to the patio to find that Micky had placed the order. When the waiter brought the dish, I found out that it was called Penne Pasta with Sun-dried Tomatoes, Asparagus, and Basil. To complicate matters for the kitchen, he asked for a side of grilled chicken breast and garlic bread.
Micky, this looks fabulous.
As he places the basket on the table, the waiter says, your garlic bread.
I guess there will be no kissing tonight.
Grinning, Peter declares, If we all eat it, there should not be a problem.
Oh, grow up, says Mike.
When we finished the main course, we cleansed our palette with a Moroccan Mint Tea Granita. It was divine. They asked a few questions that made me believe that Paul had squealed but I played innocent.
So, what did you think of Becca?
She was great, very talented.
Did you have a massage? inquires Peter.
No, she was short handed.
But you did have some form of relaxation treatment, right?
Believe me, today was just what I needed.
Micky takes care of the bill, and we go out to the limo. I glare at Paul but he only smiles. Once we are on our way, I turn on my cell phone. It rings and I answer. It is Michael. We have a short conversation; he really wanted to know when I am coming home. I tell him that it should be soon. We say our good-byes, and I shut the phone off.
We have arrived, Paul says as the limo comes to a stop. When he opens the door, I find that we are at the Shubert Theatre where we are seeing The Phantom of the Opera. Micky informs me that this is a charity event featuring Sarah Brightman and Michael Crawford. The usher shows us to our center orchestra seats, with me between Micky and Davy. Throughout the show, Davy notices that I am reciting almost all of the dialogue and all of the songs. During intermission, he questions me about it.
Are you enjoying it?
Dazzled I reply, yes, immensely. It is truly a dream come true, to see the original actors.
Have you studied it long? I mean that you seem to know it by heart.
I have loved Phantom for many years. But I have only seen it once in New York.
Micky asks, so you would not want to go to the cast party afterwards, right?
What? Are you kidding?
Nope, after the show we have been invited.
Have I told you lately that I love you.
We go back for Act 2 and when it draws to a close, there is a standing ovation. Micky takes my arm and escorts me backstage. The boys are well greeted and they introduce me around, saving Michael and Sarah for last. I overheard them talking about my singing and the fact that I know the play by heart. Soon Sarah and Michael come over and we talk about my experiences in LA, and how the boys are treating me. Michael gives me his address in England and tells me that I have to visit, sometime. Peter comes over and informs me that it is time to leave. We say our good-byes and meet the others at the limo. We drop off Mike, then Davy and Peter before we go back to the hotel. Micky walks me up, and I invite him in. We talk about Phantom and home. Then the conversation turns a bit serious.
Micky start off by saying, there is a slight problem. Brett called and told us that the company wants the room back.
Oh?
Yeah, he tried to explain that there was only one night left but they are being jerks. So its your decision, we can get you another room, although it may not be here; or you can stay at Davys tomorrow night, since it is will be a late night. After looking at my confused expression, Micky continues, well, we have been paying for the room but kept it under the company name, so you didnt have to change rooms. However, Brett is getting flack form his supervisor, who weve never gotten along with. Honestly, I think he is a jerk.
Oh, ok, staying at Davys sounds fine to me.
Alrighty. Ill let Paul know, so your stuff can be picked up in the morning.
Ill pack in a bit. When I look over at him, Micky looks a bit uncomfortable. Is there something else, Mick?
Can we talk about Peter? You said something that disturbed him last night.
Let me guess, the touching thing?
Umm, yeah.
Well, I fell asleep in the limo, curled up to Pete. He walked me up and we talked about how you three and Mike are so different. Anytime you are around me, youre holding my hand, hugging me or touching me in some, I guess you could call it, innocent way. Mike doesnt; he seems very distant. I gave him a bit of a shoulder rub when he got a crick in his neck. After a few minutes he got up and quickly left, murmuring something about it being inappropriate for him to be in the room so late. I didnt think too much about it, since youre all gentlemen.
Are we?
From that response, I wonder.
Remember the story about the wolf in sheeps clothing?
Yeah
Well, we are Monkees.
Your point?
Micky takes a deep breath, squares up and looks me straight in the eyes and says, I just want you to be aware that, although we have made no attempts, we are still men. Peter, Davy and I have discussed it and, unfortunately, we have come to the conclusion that we have a great deal of affection and physical attraction when it comes to you.
It is then that things take a turn, as my temper flares. Staring back at him, I say, Unfortunately? I am SO incredibly sorry. How could I be so stupid? The fabulous clothes, the dinners, the dancing, the hotel all that I could deal with, but did you have to bring Phantom into thisthis charade? If all you wanted to do was sleep with me, all you had to do was ask! Taking a breath, I open the door and say, I think you should go suddenly I have a headache.
Micky tries to respond but I close the door in his face. I call Paul on his cell phone and ask him if he could meet me after he takes Micky home.
I am already downstairs when Paul comes in.
Wow youre early, he remarks.
Not really, it is almost noon.
True, what did you say to Peter last night?
Not much. Why?
Well when he got into the limo, he was kind of pale and dreamy eyed.
Hmmm I then change the subject with, So whats on the book for today?
The place that Micky picked out is Lizaso Boutique and Hair Salon. When we arrive you will have your hair and nails touched up, make up and massage if you want.
Oh Joyous.
Something wrong?
No, it is just that this is getting kind of tedious.
Paul only shrugs, while he understands, there is nothing that can be done.
When we arrive at the salon, and I look at the window and see that the window is decorated with a scene from Bambi. Flower, was most predominant.
Gee, it looks like someone paid attention.
Paul smiles and says, and you thought that they didnt pay you any mind.
They like me, they really like me.
Paul under his breath and hoping that I dont hear it says, more than you know.
I heard the remark but ignored it. Becca, the owner, greets me as I enter. She tells me that they are short handed, so it may take a little longer than usual. I tell her that I am a stylist, and I would be willing to wash hair if it will help.
Oh no I couldnt have you do that, you are suppose to relax.
Please if I can be used, use me. I have had nothing to do for the past 3 days. I am pampered out. As long as I look good for tonight, that is all they care about.
Laughing she responds, well, I wont look a gift stylist in the scissors.
So there I was washing hair and mixing with the clients, it was fabulous. At 4pm, Becca came out with a gorgeous princess cut, sleeveless dress, with a sweetheart neckline. Micky like the style that Mike picked but he thought it was way too conservative. The fabric was soft and flowing and there was a georgette shawl. It was a beautiful shade of maroon. Becca finishes my hair and make up, and sends me off to put on the dress. When I come out, Paul has arrived.
Wow! Youre going to give them a heart attack one of these days, was all he could say.
Has anyone ever told you that flattery will get you everywhere.
Becca turns to me and says, I must pay you for your help.
Unnecessary, It was my pleasure.
What is going on? inquires Paul.
Sharane washed hair to help me out today.
Paul mentions, the boys arent going to like that.
So dont tell them.
Fully aware that a diversion was in order, gets back to wanting to pay me for my help. Well, you are not leaving here without compensation. Here is a BecOrginal. I designed them myself, and if you dont take them I will get out the big guns.
Oh Becca, theyre beautiful. Thank you, for everything.
She has designed a pair of drop earrings and a matching necklace. I say a good bye to Becca and the staff and go out to the limo. Paul tells me that Splashes, a Mediterranean restaurant, is where Micky has chosen for dinner. When we arrive, it reminds me of an Italian villa, with a breathtaking view of the surf. As Paul walks me in, Micky meets us, holding a single red rose. He hugged me and brought me to the table. Peter gives me a white rose, Mike a pale pink and Davy handed me a yellow rose. I couldnt hold the tears back any longer. Embarrassed, I excused myself. After a few minuets, Davy found me looking out the side window.
Are you ok?
Mostly, I am just very sentimental. My grandmothers favorite rose was yellow. I am also trying not to think about this all ending.
Luv, chin up, you have a wonderful evening ahead. Lets go and enjoy it. After a short pause, he continues to tell me, I know that I didnt know your grandmother, but I would like to think that she would want you to.
Very true, thank you Davy.
We went back out to the patio to find that Micky had placed the order. When the waiter brought the dish, I found out that it was called Penne Pasta with Sun-dried Tomatoes, Asparagus, and Basil. To complicate matters for the kitchen, he asked for a side of grilled chicken breast and garlic bread.
Micky, this looks fabulous.
As he places the basket on the table, the waiter says, your garlic bread.
I guess there will be no kissing tonight.
Grinning, Peter declares, If we all eat it, there should not be a problem.
Oh, grow up, says Mike.
When we finished the main course, we cleansed our palette with a Moroccan Mint Tea Granita. It was divine. They asked a few questions that made me believe that Paul had squealed but I played innocent.
So, what did you think of Becca?
She was great, very talented.
Did you have a massage? inquires Peter.
No, she was short handed.
But you did have some form of relaxation treatment, right?
Believe me, today was just what I needed.
Micky takes care of the bill, and we go out to the limo. I glare at Paul but he only smiles. Once we are on our way, I turn on my cell phone. It rings and I answer. It is Michael. We have a short conversation; he really wanted to know when I am coming home. I tell him that it should be soon. We say our good-byes, and I shut the phone off.
We have arrived, Paul says as the limo comes to a stop. When he opens the door, I find that we are at the Shubert Theatre where we are seeing The Phantom of the Opera. Micky informs me that this is a charity event featuring Sarah Brightman and Michael Crawford. The usher shows us to our center orchestra seats, with me between Micky and Davy. Throughout the show, Davy notices that I am reciting almost all of the dialogue and all of the songs. During intermission, he questions me about it.
Are you enjoying it?
Dazzled I reply, yes, immensely. It is truly a dream come true, to see the original actors.
Have you studied it long? I mean that you seem to know it by heart.
I have loved Phantom for many years. But I have only seen it once in New York.
Micky asks, so you would not want to go to the cast party afterwards, right?
What? Are you kidding?
Nope, after the show we have been invited.
Have I told you lately that I love you.
We go back for Act 2 and when it draws to a close, there is a standing ovation. Micky takes my arm and escorts me backstage. The boys are well greeted and they introduce me around, saving Michael and Sarah for last. I overheard them talking about my singing and the fact that I know the play by heart. Soon Sarah and Michael come over and we talk about my experiences in LA, and how the boys are treating me. Michael gives me his address in England and tells me that I have to visit, sometime. Peter comes over and informs me that it is time to leave. We say our good-byes and meet the others at the limo. We drop off Mike, then Davy and Peter before we go back to the hotel. Micky walks me up, and I invite him in. We talk about Phantom and home. Then the conversation turns a bit serious.
Micky start off by saying, there is a slight problem. Brett called and told us that the company wants the room back.
Oh?
Yeah, he tried to explain that there was only one night left but they are being jerks. So its your decision, we can get you another room, although it may not be here; or you can stay at Davys tomorrow night, since it is will be a late night. After looking at my confused expression, Micky continues, well, we have been paying for the room but kept it under the company name, so you didnt have to change rooms. However, Brett is getting flack form his supervisor, who weve never gotten along with. Honestly, I think he is a jerk.
Oh, ok, staying at Davys sounds fine to me.
Alrighty. Ill let Paul know, so your stuff can be picked up in the morning.
Ill pack in a bit. When I look over at him, Micky looks a bit uncomfortable. Is there something else, Mick?
Can we talk about Peter? You said something that disturbed him last night.
Let me guess, the touching thing?
Umm, yeah.
Well, I fell asleep in the limo, curled up to Pete. He walked me up and we talked about how you three and Mike are so different. Anytime you are around me, youre holding my hand, hugging me or touching me in some, I guess you could call it, innocent way. Mike doesnt; he seems very distant. I gave him a bit of a shoulder rub when he got a crick in his neck. After a few minutes he got up and quickly left, murmuring something about it being inappropriate for him to be in the room so late. I didnt think too much about it, since youre all gentlemen.
Are we?
From that response, I wonder.
Remember the story about the wolf in sheeps clothing?
Yeah
Well, we are Monkees.
Your point?
Micky takes a deep breath, squares up and looks me straight in the eyes and says, I just want you to be aware that, although we have made no attempts, we are still men. Peter, Davy and I have discussed it and, unfortunately, we have come to the conclusion that we have a great deal of affection and physical attraction when it comes to you.
It is then that things take a turn, as my temper flares. Staring back at him, I say, Unfortunately? I am SO incredibly sorry. How could I be so stupid? The fabulous clothes, the dinners, the dancing, the hotel all that I could deal with, but did you have to bring Phantom into thisthis charade? If all you wanted to do was sleep with me, all you had to do was ask! Taking a breath, I open the door and say, I think you should go suddenly I have a headache.
Micky tries to respond but I close the door in his face. I call Paul on his cell phone and ask him if he could meet me after he takes Micky home.
Alwaysforever,
Kessy
"Never judge a fruit by its skin." Neelix ST:Voy
Kessy
"Never judge a fruit by its skin." Neelix ST:Voy
