Saturday Aug 25th 9AM
When Paul picked me up, he asked if I needed to do any shopping. I told him that aside from some souvenirs, no. We headed to the UCLA Stadium, for rehearsal. Davy, Micky, and Peter greeted me. Davy explained that the concert started at six and about midway through the 1st half, they would bring me out and introduce me. After talking about it, we decided that I would be backstage during the whole concert. Then I met Natural. They all seem like nice boys, but a little young for me. I watched them rehearse the a cappella songs and was impressed by the talent. Marc and J came over and we talked and sang a little ditty. Soon it was time for lunch; a buffet was brought out, filled with lots of food that I was unable to eat. However, I made due with a lot of the fruit and veggies.
Peter, walks over, seeing what I am having and asks, Is that all you are having?
Well, this is about all that I can have.
What do you mean?
Well, do you want the safe answer or the truth?
Truth, IF you think I can handle the truth?
Semi-reluctantly I explain, See I am one of those strange people, my body requires food, but refuses to process it properly.
Umm, ok, what was the safe answer?
I am lactose intolerant.
Well I think I understand. That much really suck.
It can, I just have to be careful when I am out, I can eat something one time and be fine. However, the next time, who knows, I could have a reaction. From the look on Peters face, I continue by asking, More than you wanted to know right? I guess I really know how to hold interesting conversations.
Peter laughs, Well, I did ask for the truth. Anyway know how to dance?
I love to dance. Moreover, most of the time I can follow anyones lead. I can even polka.
Just then, Micky walks up with ears perked asking, Polkadid someone say polka?
Twas me. Twas me.
Continuing, Where did you learn?
When I was younger we use to go camping in the Berkshires. We would bring my fathers father along. Every weekend there was a different live band. My favorite one was called the Misty Blues. They played a little bit of everything including some polkas. And grampa and I would polka.
Reminiscing, Micky thinks out loud, Not many young ones know the fine art of polka. Its truly a shame.
Peter starts rubbing his fingers together and says, Hey Micky, see thisthe world smallest violin is playing for you.
Micky just glares, lovingly of course.
After an afternoon of hijinks, Paul arrives to pick me up so I can get ready. When I come back downstairs, Paul is speechless, and yet full of compliments. I am wearing my black pants with my red, maroon and pink-stripped sweater. The one that off the rack I would never choose, but when I put it on fell in love with. It also ended up being a sweet dealoriginally $60, but my final cost was about $15. Gotta love that.
Wow, you look fabulous.
Thank you. I feel self-conscious.
Dont. Your chariot awaits.
The ride to the concert is a quite one. Paul mentioned that the boys wanted to escort me, but they couldnt fit it in. I told him that I was flattered that they are so interested.
6PM Concert starts
They start with Last Train to Clarksville and introduce me after Micky sings Going Down.
Peter starts off by announcing to the crowd, We would like to thank everyone who entered the *Meet the Monkees* contest.
Thats right, Peter, now there were many entries. However, there could only be one winner," continued Micky. "Now Davy Where did Davy go?
That was our cue to walk out and for my introduction to the crowd. Im right here with our winner. Sharane, I would like you to meet Los Angeles.
Greetings LA
Now the audience response was interesting. While there was loads of applause, there was one lone sleep with me Davy.
Davy turns to me and says, Sharane, I would like to sing a little song for you. And if you would like you can join in.
7A What number is this? SEVEN A OK, OK, dont get excited, its cuz Im short, I know.
Davy starts singing, and when the second verse comes around, I jump in. Davy is actually stunned and stops singing. I carry the verse and then they join back in. Song ends.
That was fabulous, Luv.
Didnt know I could sing did ya?
Well we had heard a rumor but you just proved it. Meanwhile, Micky and Peter come out chanting were not worthy, were not worthy
Tis me that is not worthy. I thank you for the moment in the spotlight but I think that this wonderful audience would like to see more of you. So let me get out of your way and lets get on with the show.
I exit stage left. As the concert continues, intermission arrives. The boys come back and it appears that all they want to talk about is my talent. Finally I break through and mention that its time to get ready for the big prank, and they settle down. Once intermission is over and they do their thing with Natural, they start the jam session. If you are looking at the stage, the order is, left to right, Peter, Davy, and Micky. They started talking and did their melody, ending with You and I. While the applause was ringing, I walked out and started the prank.
Davy, sorry to interrupt, but you have a piece of hair that just need to be cut. It will just take a minute, I have my scissors right here.
Do you have to do that right now?
But it will only take a second, and you will look even more fabulous.
Alright, but just a little.
Now they continue talking as I am combing and pretending to cut.
Oops
What do you mean oops?
Oh its nothing, if you comb your hair like this no one will ever know.
WHAT?
Now Davy and I start arguing, with Micky trying to mediate. Trying to take attention away from the argument, Peter tries to get the band to play. Silence, except for the sounds of Davy and I.
All of a sudden, a voice says, Look what happens when I am not around. All hell breaks loose. No sooner did we hear the voice - the crowd goes wild. The four of us are stunned; Mike walks out onto the stage. The boys had no idea that he was going to crash the concert. It appears the joke was on us.
Mike turns to me and asks, Sharane, hasnt anyone ever told you not to feed the animals?
Stuttering, I responded Yeah, I think I heard that somewhere.
By now, the audience and the back-up band have figured out that we were playing a joke, and the music to Listen to the Band starts. I leave the stage and they continue the concert, with 3 songs in the encore. Afterwards, I am introduced, formally, to Mike. We talk over a small table of food.
Guess my showin up surprised ya?
Sort of, but then again this whole weekend has been full of surprises. Paul said that at dinner last night, one of the Monkees may be there, but all three were. So I am becoming somewhat accustomed.
Hmm. Well then, how long is your visit?
I leave at 3 oclock tomorrow.
Eyes glinting, Peter says, No you dont.
That is what my ticket says.
Not anymore. We have a break, and we would like you to stay longer. Explains Davy.
But, I have to get back to my customers. I cant afford this.
Ah, we have made a few calls and arrangements have been made for them. And this is our treat.
Why?
Well, you have peaked our interest, Peter explains. And we would like to spend some time with you and see just how much talent you have.
We like you, added Micky
You like me?
Peter smiles after catching on to the little joke, Yeah we really like you.
At this point, I excuse myself and the boys explain to Mike what they want to do. Semi-reluctantly he agrees. I return, still a little flushed.
Mike asks, Are you ok?
Yeah I will be fine, it is just a little overwhelming. Sois there like a plan?
Now that you mention it, yes. Peter continues, for the next four days, you are going to be pampered, preened, and well fed.
Umm
Davy provides a more detailed explanation. Well, Luv, each one of us is going to plan the day. You will be treated to hair, make-up, manicures, pedicures, and whatever we feel is necessary. Then an outfit will be picked out, with dinner and whatever to follow. All planned by one of us.
Me thinks Raney is happy, confuddled, but happy.
Mike, looks confused and asks, is Raney your nickname?
Aye
They walk me to the limo, and agree to see me tomorrow night. Paul will let me know the plans for the day, in the morning.
When Paul picked me up, he asked if I needed to do any shopping. I told him that aside from some souvenirs, no. We headed to the UCLA Stadium, for rehearsal. Davy, Micky, and Peter greeted me. Davy explained that the concert started at six and about midway through the 1st half, they would bring me out and introduce me. After talking about it, we decided that I would be backstage during the whole concert. Then I met Natural. They all seem like nice boys, but a little young for me. I watched them rehearse the a cappella songs and was impressed by the talent. Marc and J came over and we talked and sang a little ditty. Soon it was time for lunch; a buffet was brought out, filled with lots of food that I was unable to eat. However, I made due with a lot of the fruit and veggies.
Peter, walks over, seeing what I am having and asks, Is that all you are having?
Well, this is about all that I can have.
What do you mean?
Well, do you want the safe answer or the truth?
Truth, IF you think I can handle the truth?
Semi-reluctantly I explain, See I am one of those strange people, my body requires food, but refuses to process it properly.
Umm, ok, what was the safe answer?
I am lactose intolerant.
Well I think I understand. That much really suck.
It can, I just have to be careful when I am out, I can eat something one time and be fine. However, the next time, who knows, I could have a reaction. From the look on Peters face, I continue by asking, More than you wanted to know right? I guess I really know how to hold interesting conversations.
Peter laughs, Well, I did ask for the truth. Anyway know how to dance?
I love to dance. Moreover, most of the time I can follow anyones lead. I can even polka.
Just then, Micky walks up with ears perked asking, Polkadid someone say polka?
Twas me. Twas me.
Continuing, Where did you learn?
When I was younger we use to go camping in the Berkshires. We would bring my fathers father along. Every weekend there was a different live band. My favorite one was called the Misty Blues. They played a little bit of everything including some polkas. And grampa and I would polka.
Reminiscing, Micky thinks out loud, Not many young ones know the fine art of polka. Its truly a shame.
Peter starts rubbing his fingers together and says, Hey Micky, see thisthe world smallest violin is playing for you.
Micky just glares, lovingly of course.
After an afternoon of hijinks, Paul arrives to pick me up so I can get ready. When I come back downstairs, Paul is speechless, and yet full of compliments. I am wearing my black pants with my red, maroon and pink-stripped sweater. The one that off the rack I would never choose, but when I put it on fell in love with. It also ended up being a sweet dealoriginally $60, but my final cost was about $15. Gotta love that.
Wow, you look fabulous.
Thank you. I feel self-conscious.
Dont. Your chariot awaits.
The ride to the concert is a quite one. Paul mentioned that the boys wanted to escort me, but they couldnt fit it in. I told him that I was flattered that they are so interested.
6PM Concert starts
They start with Last Train to Clarksville and introduce me after Micky sings Going Down.
Peter starts off by announcing to the crowd, We would like to thank everyone who entered the *Meet the Monkees* contest.
Thats right, Peter, now there were many entries. However, there could only be one winner," continued Micky. "Now Davy Where did Davy go?
That was our cue to walk out and for my introduction to the crowd. Im right here with our winner. Sharane, I would like you to meet Los Angeles.
Greetings LA
Now the audience response was interesting. While there was loads of applause, there was one lone sleep with me Davy.
Davy turns to me and says, Sharane, I would like to sing a little song for you. And if you would like you can join in.
7A What number is this? SEVEN A OK, OK, dont get excited, its cuz Im short, I know.
Davy starts singing, and when the second verse comes around, I jump in. Davy is actually stunned and stops singing. I carry the verse and then they join back in. Song ends.
That was fabulous, Luv.
Didnt know I could sing did ya?
Well we had heard a rumor but you just proved it. Meanwhile, Micky and Peter come out chanting were not worthy, were not worthy
Tis me that is not worthy. I thank you for the moment in the spotlight but I think that this wonderful audience would like to see more of you. So let me get out of your way and lets get on with the show.
I exit stage left. As the concert continues, intermission arrives. The boys come back and it appears that all they want to talk about is my talent. Finally I break through and mention that its time to get ready for the big prank, and they settle down. Once intermission is over and they do their thing with Natural, they start the jam session. If you are looking at the stage, the order is, left to right, Peter, Davy, and Micky. They started talking and did their melody, ending with You and I. While the applause was ringing, I walked out and started the prank.
Davy, sorry to interrupt, but you have a piece of hair that just need to be cut. It will just take a minute, I have my scissors right here.
Do you have to do that right now?
But it will only take a second, and you will look even more fabulous.
Alright, but just a little.
Now they continue talking as I am combing and pretending to cut.
Oops
What do you mean oops?
Oh its nothing, if you comb your hair like this no one will ever know.
WHAT?
Now Davy and I start arguing, with Micky trying to mediate. Trying to take attention away from the argument, Peter tries to get the band to play. Silence, except for the sounds of Davy and I.
All of a sudden, a voice says, Look what happens when I am not around. All hell breaks loose. No sooner did we hear the voice - the crowd goes wild. The four of us are stunned; Mike walks out onto the stage. The boys had no idea that he was going to crash the concert. It appears the joke was on us.
Mike turns to me and asks, Sharane, hasnt anyone ever told you not to feed the animals?
Stuttering, I responded Yeah, I think I heard that somewhere.
By now, the audience and the back-up band have figured out that we were playing a joke, and the music to Listen to the Band starts. I leave the stage and they continue the concert, with 3 songs in the encore. Afterwards, I am introduced, formally, to Mike. We talk over a small table of food.
Guess my showin up surprised ya?
Sort of, but then again this whole weekend has been full of surprises. Paul said that at dinner last night, one of the Monkees may be there, but all three were. So I am becoming somewhat accustomed.
Hmm. Well then, how long is your visit?
I leave at 3 oclock tomorrow.
Eyes glinting, Peter says, No you dont.
That is what my ticket says.
Not anymore. We have a break, and we would like you to stay longer. Explains Davy.
But, I have to get back to my customers. I cant afford this.
Ah, we have made a few calls and arrangements have been made for them. And this is our treat.
Why?
Well, you have peaked our interest, Peter explains. And we would like to spend some time with you and see just how much talent you have.
We like you, added Micky
You like me?
Peter smiles after catching on to the little joke, Yeah we really like you.
At this point, I excuse myself and the boys explain to Mike what they want to do. Semi-reluctantly he agrees. I return, still a little flushed.
Mike asks, Are you ok?
Yeah I will be fine, it is just a little overwhelming. Sois there like a plan?
Now that you mention it, yes. Peter continues, for the next four days, you are going to be pampered, preened, and well fed.
Umm
Davy provides a more detailed explanation. Well, Luv, each one of us is going to plan the day. You will be treated to hair, make-up, manicures, pedicures, and whatever we feel is necessary. Then an outfit will be picked out, with dinner and whatever to follow. All planned by one of us.
Me thinks Raney is happy, confuddled, but happy.
Mike, looks confused and asks, is Raney your nickname?
Aye
They walk me to the limo, and agree to see me tomorrow night. Paul will let me know the plans for the day, in the morning.
Alwaysforever,
Kessy
"Never judge a fruit by its skin." Neelix ST:Voy
Kessy
"Never judge a fruit by its skin." Neelix ST:Voy
