Who wants to appear on a local TV show? ;)

Peter: ME!! :D

Micky: ME! :D

Mike: It ain't gonna involve us gettin' hurt, is it?

Trust me, you'll be fine.

Micky: Even though it's a TV show, the "trust me" part is still unsettling. ;) :P

*Lauren rolls her eyes.*

Davy: (Sighs) I'm sure we'll be fine, mate. I'm ready.

(We begin in a recording studio. The boys are just putting the finishing touches on the vocals for "I'm a Believer." Valerie pops in as a man gives a thumbs up to the quartet at the microphones.)

Engineer: That was great, boys. Nice work. :)

Mike: Maybe we should do one more take...

Micky: *shrugs* I thought it was fine.

Peter: (Sees his wife and beams) Valerie! (Starts to run towards her, but forgets he's wearing headphones and instantly springs back and into the other boys, almost knocking them and him over. He blushes and takes off his earphones, making his way more carefully over to his wife.) How are you, honey? (Gently runs a hand over her stomach) How's the little one?

Valerie: The baby's fine, Peter, and I'm GREAT! I have some fantastic news for you boys.

Mike: We've gone platinum? ;) :D

Valerie: (Laughs) Not quite. I called KLAC this morning. Remember them? You appeared on their Christmas spectacular two years ago. I talked them into letting you on their Saturday afternoon dance show, The Sally Starr Show! Sally's a really groovy gal. She used to be a local cowgirl star, but now she runs a dance show for the teenagers in southern California. It'll be your first taste of real publicity that doesn't involve kidnapping. ;) :D

Micky: You're kidding! :D

Mike: I dunno. Those dance shows always seemed sorta silly to me. :p

Peter: (Shrugs) I'm not crazy about them, either. Most of them don't play the kind of music I like. I agree with Val that it's great local publicity, though.

Micky: Are you kidding? It’s fantastic publicity! :D

Davy: And maybe it'll lead us to some national publicity if we're seen on TV.

Peter: And it does beat kidnapping and getting our clothes torn off. :)

Valerie: I don't know about the latter part... ;)

Micky: Depends on who's doing the tearing. ;)

(Peter turns as red as the paisley shirt he's wearing. :">)

Mike: When do you want us to be on the show?

Valerie: They'll be taping it the day after tomorrow, and it'll run next month, shortly before the release of your album. (Grins) Notice that timing. ;)

Micky: *grins* Very nice. ;)

Davy: We 'ad fun the last time we were on KLAC. :)

Peter: Mike, what do you say?

Mike: (Sighs) I say we need the publicty. :p

*Micky whoops.* :D

(Peter hugs Valerie as gently as he can. :) )

Valerie: Great! You'll need to arrive at the KLAC Studios at 9AM to rehearse before the taping. Sally will let you play a few numbers, interview you, and maybe do a number with you, something silly and

simple. She used to a western-themed children's show; maybe she'd like one of Mike's country numbers. :)

Mike: I'd be honored to dig something out of the trunk for an old cowgirl. ;)

Peter: Valerie, we just finished doing our vocals! Hank and Chip are going to work on putting the album together.

Mike: With our final say on what goes and what doesn't, of course.

Micky: Naturally. ;)

Valerie: I gave you the best in the business on Headquarters' price range. ;)

(There are grumbles and snorts from the control room. :p)

Mike: (To the control room) Aww, pipe down! (Grins) You gotta know how to handle these guys. ;)

Peter: Val, what are you doing now? Do you have the time for a nice lunch? :)

Davy: At somewhere othah than the dinah down the street. :p

Valerie: I'm the boss. I can take an all-day lunch break if I want. ;)

Micky: As long as it isn't that diner. *makes a face* Even I can't stand it anymore! :P ;)

Mike: Their idea of a Tex-Mex burger is to slap processed cheese and salsa from a jar on a hockey puck. :p

Valerie: I know a really lovely little cafe within walking distance of Headquarters' main offices. They serve sandwiches, small meals, and tea and coffee. Nothing fancy, really more of a tea room, but it has outdoor seating and a nice view of a park across the street. :)

Peter: (Perks up) Tea? :D

Valerie: I knew that would sell you, dear. ;)

Mike: They got burgers?

Valerie: Probably. :)

Mike: Sounds good to me. I just need strong coffee and a burger.

Micky: Small meals? I'll have to get a couple then. ;)

Davy: Maybe this isn't a good idea. If they're a small place,

Mick'll clear 'em out. :p

Micky: Funny. :P *swats at Davy*

(Davy laughs and ducks Micky. ;) :)) )

Micky: Com'ere! *laughs and chases after Davy* ;)

Mike: I think this is a good time to head to lunch. :p

Peter: Micky, Davy, don't hurt each other! :o

Micky: Don't worry! It won't be anything permanent! ;)

Valerie: (Leans on Peter's shoulder; dreamily) Let them, honey. They're just having fun. :) ;)

Peter: (Smiles) Oh, Val... (He puts his arm around her

shoulder and they follow Davy and Micky out of the studio. Mike is last, sighing and shaking his head.)

(Cut to the little cafe, really the old Jaques Cafe set with new, "mod" trimmings like bead curtains and psychadelic posters. Peter, Mike, Davy, Micky, and Valerie sit at one table, laughing and chatting

as they sip tea, coffee, and in Valerie's case, chocolate milk.)

Peter: (Sits back as a waiter in a paisley shirt not unlike his walks away after taking their orders) I can't believe it! After six years, we're finally going to get to play music for everyone in the world! :D

Davy: I always knew we'd get somewhere. ;)

Micky: Uh huh, sure ya did. ;)

Valerie: I thought the moment I heard your audition for my party that you had talent. Ronnie didn't know what he was talking about. :p

Mike: Tell him I heard that "Chipmunk" crack. :p

Micky: And that we had to deal with Mike's minor tirade because of that crack. :P

Valerie: You guys were really too talented to be playing dives and debutante parties in the first place. I'm surprised no one snatched you up sooner. You're a truly unique blend of sounds.

Mike: Most record companies are like Ronnie. They don't get us. :p

Peter: They assume we're like all the silly pop groups...or they don't understand our more far-out music, like "Long Title" and "Tapioca Tundra."

Micky: Or they don't like the way we look. *grins* or act. ;)

Valerie: I see nothing wrong with that. You're you.

Mike: Most adults think rock groups are a bunch of cutsie-pie look-alikes in bubblegum colored uniforms who play music for ten-year olds. :p

Micky: As opposed to a group of guys who can actually think for themselves and act like real people instead of yes-men. *makes a face* :P

Valerie: How did you all meet each other, anyway? You're so different and are into such different types of music. How did you manage to form a band?

Mike: (Shrugs) Long story.

Micky: It isn't really THAT long...

Peter: We were all sort of looking for something. I'd just come to California after leaving New York. I didn't like what was going on in Grenwich Villiage anymore, and many of my friends from there were moving out here. (Sighs) Oh, man, I had to hitchhike half way here! My car broke down around Vegas. :p

Micky: I was bouncing between a couple groups of my own, "Micky and The One-Nighters" and "The Missing Links." I went ANYWHERE where a live band was playing in hopes of landing into a group that could actually make it! *grins* Hey, I needed a fall-back in case the architecture didn't take off. ;)

Mike: I wasn't too happy at that point, either. I was finalizin' my divorce from Phyills, livin' in some little place in LA and workin' at a record shop, sometimes playin' at amatuer nights at the Troubador.

Davy: (Jutts a finger at Mike) I was livin' with him. I'd just gotten off the national tour of "Olivah" and I didn't know a soul in LA. I met Mike at one of the amatueur shows at the Troubador. We talked and found out we both 'ad a lot in common, at least enough to live togethah for a while without killin' one anothah. ;)

Mike: We drove the landlady crazy by borrowin' her old 78s all the time. ;)

Valerie: When did you actually get together and start a band?

Mike: I occasionally took MC duties for the Troubador's amatuer night. Dave and I were there one night. I was MC and performing, and he was doin' one of his music hall ditties...

Micky: And I dropped by there that night. I'd finally decided to be a one-man band. Granted it was either just guitar or drums, but the crowds went wild for my version of "Wipeout!" ;)

Davy: Only because you were first and they 'adn't 'eard me or Petah yet. ;)

Peter: (Nods) I was playing one of my songs and some Bach that night, too. :)

Micky: Oh, please, Dave. *rolls his eyes* ;) :P

Mike: (Sighs) Anyway, we were all there that night, and none of us had any better prospects...

(Fade out on the group in the cafe. Fade in on a smoky, dim bar - really a redressed version of the bar set from "Big Apple Monkees." The stage is obscured by a single red curtain. Young and older people sit at the bar and dance to pre-recorded music on a small dance floor. Mike peers out from the wings, looking at the crowd.)

Mike: (Pilot Mike in the dark green wool hat and a jean jacket) The crowd don't look too bad tonight, Dave.

Davy: (Pilot Davy, younger and rosy-cheeked in a flat-brimmed hat, striped suit, tap shoes, and cane) Do you see any baskets of vegetables?

Mike: (Peers out of the wings; pulls back in, shaking his head) No. It's too bad. We could use the food. Our cupboard is bare again. :p

Davy: It'll get full when we're noticed by some producer at one of these shows, Mike. :)

Mike: (Sighs) Someday. For the meantime, we've gotta get our music heard somehow.

Davy: When do I go on?

Mike: After the guy with the drums.

Davy: (Watches the "guy with the drums" - Micky with the short hair of the pilot - rehearse a wild version of "Wipeout") 'E's gonna be tough to beat. 'E's pretty good on those things.

*As Micky finishes the song, his last crash of the cymbals knocks them right over. He quickly scrambles to set them back up.* ;) :P

(Davy and Mike run out to help him.)

Davy: (Hands him a cymbal) You ok, man?

Mike: You gotta be more careful, boy.

Micky: *grins* Fine, thanks. Just got overexcited. :)

Davy: You're pretty good, man.

Mike: Yeah, you were really tearin' up the stage there.

Micky: *grins again, wider this time* Hey, thanks! I do my best. *shrugs* I HAVE to. The last coupla bands I was in weren't all that great. I could play circles arounds those guys! :P ;)

Mike: The last band I was in was a big folk group that broke up when the place we were playin' at burned down. :p

Davy: I ain't nevah been in a band before...but I've been on Broadway. ;) :D

Micky: *glances Davy over* Broadway, huh? *half grin* Lemme guess, anytime they needed a little boy they came to you. ;) *shrugs* Sorry, man.

Davy: (Makes a face) I was in "Olivah." Went on the tour, but it sorta petered out in LA. :p

Micky: Too bad. :P *sighs* I'm just trying to get noticed.

Mike: I ain't havin' much luck in that direction myself. (Frowns, far away) Or in any other direction. :p :(

Micky: I recognize that tone of voice. :P

(A couple of girls come up to the wings, giggling. They surround Davy, pulling him away. He talks animatedly to them just out of earshot. Mike shakes his head.)

Mike: There he goes again. :p

Micky: *blinks* What is THAT about? :-/

Mike: Women are drawn to that boy like teenagers are drawn to the Beatles. :p

Micky: Because he looks like one of 'em? *slight grin* He's too short. He's shorter than half of those girls he's talking to! ;)

Mike: Yeah, but he's got talent, charm, and more smarts than he thinks. He's a real Romeo-type. He knows how to sweep a girl off her feet.

Micky: I'm feeling ill already. :P ;) Well, I guess if it works for him...

Mike: He's gone out with a different girl every week since I met him a couple of months ago at one of the amatuer shows here.

Micky: I myself am deeply jealous. :P ;)

Mike: (Shrugs) I ain't much for love.

Micky: *shrugs* I haven't exactly had that much luck in that department.

Mike: (Softly) Yeah, me either.

Micky: I usually end up wondering if the chick is actually interested in ME, or if they just wanna say they've been out with "Corky." *makes a face, then realizes what he said, and groans* Me and my big mouth. :P

Mike: (Squints) Thought I recognized you.

Micky: Thanks. :P

Micky: The hair threw you, right?

Mike: A little.

Micky: Yeah. :P

Mike: I never thought the hair looked quite right, anyway.

Micky: I didn't, either, but everyone else thought it looked cute. *runs a hand through his hair* What I'd REALLY like to do is grow it long, then let it be curly again. ;)

Mike: I'm gonna grow mine out again, too. (Sighs) I had it long, but I thought I'd get more jobs with it shorter. Now I'm startin' to wonder if it matters so much. :p

Micky: I don't think it matters as much as some think it does. I dunno. I'd love to have an afro, even just a small one. This haircut just ain't my bag. :P

Mike: (Indicates his very short sideburns) I'm gonna grow these out. Maybe even grow a beard.

Micky: Of course, I only had THIS done because my sisters decided they wanted to play Hairdresser and used ME as their victim. :P

Mike: Crazy kids.

Micky: I'm lucky I had this much left! :P

Davy: (Grinning as he returns) I've now got dates lined up for the next three weeks. ;) :D :X

Mike: Again?

Micky: Welcome back, Casanova. :P

Davy: Mike, you'd bettah get on and do your spiel. I think they're ready to staht.

Mike: (Nods) Right. (Walks onstage; Davy and Micky watches him as he intruduces the crowd to the acts they're about to see and makes deadpan jokes about long-haired weirdos, LA, the rock scene, and teenagers in general.)

Davy: (Watches Mike) He's gettin' bettah at this announcin' stuff. He was real stiff the first time 'e did it.

Micky: His announcing is okay, but the jokes have GOT to go! He doesn't do them right. Joke telling doesn't seem to fit his nature. Now, me on the other hand... ;)

Davy: Wot are you, a comedian?

Micky: *grins* Of course! I do a GREAT Cagney impression, too! :D ;)

Davy: I'm mostly a dancah and actah, but I can do comedy and sing, too. Maybe we ought to get an act togethah. ;)

Micky: As long as there's no dancing in the act. I might accidentally step on you. *grins* ;)

Davy: You can dance wit' those clod'oppahs? ;)

Micky: I've got a hang up with my feet, but I have some decent moves! Even though I do occasionally trip myself up. :P

Davy: Not surprisin', wit' those toothpicks you're walkin' around on. ;)

Micky: *eyes narrow* Watch it with the legs, pal. :P

Davy: YOU watch it wit' the short jokes! :p

Micky: I didn't MEAN any of it! :P

(Mike comes back just in time to prevent full-scale war.)

Mike: (Sighs) What's goin' on?

Davy: This idiot's makin' jokes about me size!

Micky: *glaring* I said I didn't mean it! You picked on my legs! :P

Mike: Ok, ok, that's enough. Micky, get out there and do your thing, before they start takin' bites outta the stage.

Micky: Fine with me! *spins around, almost off balance, but manages to fling himself, slightly less than gracefully out onto the stage* X-(

Davy: (Mutters as Micky gets to his drums and the curtain opens) Arse. :p

Mike: You shouldn't have pissed him off, Dave.

Davy: 'E stahted it. :p

*We once again hear Micky play "Wipeout," though this time it's even wilder than the rehearsal.* X-(

(Cut back to the wings. Both boys are obviously impressed.)

Mike: (Whistles) Damn, he's good.

Davy: Wot is 'e, a bloomin' nut or somethin'?

Mike: It's called "workin' out your aggression," Dave. Wouldn't hurt for you to do that, too.

Davy: I’ll go to the stables tomorrow and work off me aggression. For now, I've got a show to do.

*As Micky finishes, he loses one of his sticks under the drumkit. He leans down and fishes around for it.*

(A young blond man in a simple white shirt and pants comes onstage, holding out the drumstick.)

Young Man: You dropped this.

Micky: *grins* Thanks, man. Didn't think it went that far.

*Micky takes the stick.*

Young Man: (Sees the crowd and blushes as red as flame) Oh, oh man, I'm not supposed to be on until later. (He waves quickly at the crowd and beats a hasty retreat as the curtain closes. Mike comes back on, and Micky runs backstage, where Davy stands, looking at himself in a pocket mirror.)

Davy: (Looks up from the mirror) 'Ey, man, you're not 'alf bad.

Micky: Thanks. You actually noticed from behind your mirror? :P

Davy: I just pulled it out. (Straightens his tie) I needed a touch-up. I've got to look my best for this numbah. There might be more girls out theah. ;)

Micky: Oh, please! Don't you already have dates for the next couple weeks? Need more names and numbers for your not-so-little black book? :P

Davy: (Smirks) Jealous? ;)

*Micky snorts, eyes narrowing.* :P

Mike: (Quickly makes his way back to the wings) Ok Davy, you're on.

(Davy goes out, singing "Spread a Little Happiness," a British pop standard, and doing a little tap dance while winking to the eligeble ladies in the audience. ;) )

Mike: (Sighs) Man, Dave... :p

Micky: That's it. I AM gonna be sick. :P

Mike: He does this all the time. I can't take the boy anywhere. :p

Micky: *sighs* Well, I guess if he can't help it, but does he have to FLAUNT it? :P

Mike: Him? Yes. :p

Micky: Great. :P

Mike: He's a good guy under all the ego, though. Really loyal once you get to know him.

Micky: I'm not so sure I'd want to make such an effort.

Mike: I didn't either when I first met him, but there's a reason all the girls fall for him. He's got a hot temper, but he can be real sweet and generous.

Micky: *runs a hand over his face; sighs* I'll take your word for it.

Davy: (Bowing as the curtain comes down) Thank you, thank you, (points to a girl and winks) and thank YOU. You're a great audience. Don't evah change. ;)

*Micky makes gagging noises.* :P ;)

Mike: (Nods at a long cane leaning against one wall) Mick, help me get that. He'll never get off the stage if we don't remove him ourselves. :p

Micky: Gladly! :P

Davy: (Nods) You're a really wonderful crowd, really you are. Bettah than that crowd me show played for in Kansas City. They... (But Davy never finishes, as he's yanked off the stage by a long cane; the crowd roars with laughter and claps)

Davy: (Falls onto the stage as he's dragged back) Mike, wot was that for? I was just gettin' stahted! :p

Mike: Yeah. That's the problem.

Micky: I could've SWORN your act was over, pal. :P

Mike: I'm gonna go introduce the next guy. You guys don't kill each other, ok?

Davy: Fine, Mike.

Micky: We'll see.

(Mike goes back onstage to introduce the next act. Micky and Davy watches him.)

Davy: I wondah who the next act IS?

Micky: *shrugs* Dunno.

(That's when the boys hear the sounds of someone playing backstage. They make their way past the various bands and dancers and singers to the young man who helped Micky with his drumsticks earlier. He plays an unfamiliar but interesting tune on the banjo, his fingers flying easily over the strings. Davy and Micky applaud him when he's finished.)

Davy: 'Ey, man, you're good! Where did you learn to play like that?

Micky: Yeah, man, that was fantastic!

Young Man: I guess I just sort of picked it up. I've always been good at music.

Davy: I wish I could pick up a song like that. The only instruments I can play are the tambourine and the maracas.

Micky: I can play some rhythm guitar, not very well, but what you were just playing...gosharooney! ;)

Davy: "Gosharoony?"

Micky: *quirks an eyebrow* What?

Young Man: Music is the only thing I can really do. Everything else...(shrugs) I'm sorta slow about.

Mike: (Comes backstage) Hey, where's Peter Tork? He's on next! :p

Young Man: Oh, that's me! I'm on! (He runs onstage, stumbling over Mike and equipment in his haste)

Mike: Klutz. :p

Micky: *frowns* He just got excited, is all.

Davy: Maybe 'e ain't Fred Astah, Mike, but you should 'ear 'im go at the banjo! 'E's amazin'!

Micky: Yeah, man, you'll be blown away! Just listen!

(They walk to the wings and listen to Peter play his song again. He then goes to the piano and plays "Bach's Two Part Invention in F." Mike nods.)

Mike: Boy's got talent.

Micky: A LOT of talent! :-O

Davy: Classical stuff ain't easy to play. Me sistahs took pianah lessons, and it took them yeahs to get through the simple classical stuff! :o

Micky: I tried classical guitar once. *shakes his head* It was tough, man!

Davy: I prefered 'orse back ridin' lessons to pianah lessons. ;)

(Peter starts telling jokes, sometimes seeming rather confused when they don't land, claiming he doesn't understand.)

Mike: Ain't too bright, though.

Davy: If 'e can play all that music, 'e's bright enough for me! :o

Micky: *frowns again* So he isn't good at telling jokes. *to Mike* Neither are you! He is a WIZ at music, man!

Mike: Yeah. Not bad at all.

Peter: (Runs back on) Hi. How did it sound?

Mike: Nice. You're really good on that banjo.

Peter: Thanks. It was a present from my grandfather. :)

Micky: It was amazing, man!

Davy: Where did you learn to play the pianah like that?

Peter: I took lessons. My sister wasn't interested, but my brother and I kept at them all through high school. :)

Micky: It certainly paid off!

Mike: Gotta go introduce again. (Goes back onstage. Peter frowns)

Peter: Did I do something wrong? Why is he so grumpy?

Davy: It ain't you, mate. 'E's always like that.

Micky: I was gonna guess that.

Peter: Why? He's not a bad announcer, even if he's not good at telling jokes.

Davy: Eh, 'e ain't 'ad the 'appiest life, from what little I could get outta 'im.

Micky: Oh *makes a face*, so he's gotta take it out on the innocents? :P

Davy: 'E takes it out on everybody, mate. (Sighs) I know 'e seems like a rottah, but 'e's been real good to me, givin' me a place to sleep and showin' me how to play guitar.

Micky: If you say so.

Peter: He has this really sad aura around him, like someone's hurt him badly.

Micky: *blinks* Come again? :-/

Davy: (Quiet) You don't know the 'alf of it, Petah.

Peter: Can't you tell? He's really hurting inside.

Davy: 'E's 'ad a rough time since 'e came to LA.

Micky: "Aura?" *makes a face* :-/

Peter: (Shrugs) I can tell how people are feeling.

Micky: *nods* Oh.

Mike: (Comes back out) I'm on in a second. I've just gotta get my guitar. (Frowns at Peter) Why you lookin' at me like that? What, did I die and not know it or somethin'?

*Micky rolls his eyes.* :P

(Peter only gives him a big, wordless hug. Mike's eyes widen and he staggers, finally pulling back.)

Mike: What was that for?

Peter: (Steps back, stammering) I...I'm sorry...you just looked like you needed a hug. You were so sad. Someone must have really done something terrible to you.

Mike: Ain't nuthin' wrong with me. (Pushes past Peter) 'Scuse me. I gotta get onstage.

(The trio watch him as Mike goes onstage with the black guitar and starts singing and playing "Papa Gene's Blues." Peter looks at the others sadly, almost in tears.)

Peter: What happened? I didn't mean to make him mad! :o :(

Davy: 'E ain't crazy 'bout hugs, mate.

Micky: I get the feeling he doesn't like to "open up."

Davy: 'E ain't crazy about talkin' to people at all. We met at one of the amatueur nights 'ere. I'd just gotten off my last day of the "Olivah" tour and was runnin' out of money for the theatrical 'otel I was stayin' at, so 'e offered me the couch at 'is appartment.

Peter: What's wrong with him that's making him so unhappy?

Davy: (Looks out at Mike as he plays the song) Don't tell him that I told you this, but 'e's getting a divorce from 'is wife, Phyllis.

Peter: (Eyes widen) Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... :o :(

Micky: Aw man... :(

Davy: 'E don't really like to talk about it. Seems it was a hasty marriage and it ended when he she wanted 'im to give up music and he preferred pursuin’ his career.

Peter: I'd never give up music! It's my life! I practically BREATHE it! :o

Micky: Well, music IS important, but so is family.

Davy: He won't talk about 'is family at all, or 'is life in Texas before 'e and Phyllis moved 'ere.

Micky: *shakes his head* I couldn't imagine not talking about my family. *shrugs* Maybe I just don't understand the situation. :(

Davy: Me eithah, mate. I've told 'im all about me fathah and me sistahs, but he won't say nothin' about himself, only his music.

Peter: (Softly) I'll talk about my family, but I'll talk about music, too.

Davy: (As Mike winds up the song) 'E's a good guitarist, though, and not a bad singah. 'E just don't do the type of music they want in LA, which I think may be part of the problem.

Peter: I know THAT feeling. I'm NOT a good singer, and they don't seem to appreciate the kind of music I like here, either. :p :(

Micky: *scoffs* What does LA know, anyway? :P

Davy: They ain't crazy about MY kind of music eithah. (Shrugs) This crowd would probably call me a squah. I'm into old stuff, old music hall ditties, Anthony Newley, you know?

Micky: *nods* I like a lot of the older stuff. Forties big band, but I also like fifties tunes and the current stuff.

Peter: You aren't square! You're sort of rounded!

Davy: Um, that's nice to know, mate. /:)

*Micky tries not to laugh.* ;)

Mike: (As he gets back onstage and the next band goes on) Hey, Davy, wanna grab a bite to eat after the show? We won't be able to afford the Flamingo Club, but we could probably scrape somethin' up.

Davy: Sounds good, Mike. (Turns to Peter and Micky) 'Ey, you guys wanna come with us?

Peter: I haven't eaten out since I was in Grenwich Villiage. :D

Mike: Dave, I don't think...

Micky: *grins* I'd love to! It'll be nice to eat out and not have three sisters throwing food and kicking my shins under the table! ;)

Peter: We would have gotten in trouble for throwing food at the table! :o

Davy: 'Ey, Mike, they're strugglin' musicians like us! They need to eat, just like we do! (Looks at Micky and grins) Your sistahs did that to you, too? ;)

Micky: Day and night. :P ;)

Mike: (Groans) Another one with sisters! 8-|

Micky: What's that supposed to mean? :P

Mike: I've heard enough sister stories from THAT one. (Indicates Davy)

Micky: You ain't heard NOTHIN' yet. :P ;)

Davy: (Grins at Micky) 'Ow many sistahs, mate?

Micky: Three, all younger.

Davy: Three, all oldah. ;)

Peter: Just one, younger.

Mike: None, but I got a couple of girl cousins.

Micky: Did ya get any hand-me-downs, Dave? ;)

Davy: (Rolls his eyes) No. They didn't 'ave nothin' that fit me. :p

Micky: Uh huh. Okay. ;)

Mike: (Puts his arms around Micky and Davy) Hey, fellas, why don't we take this into the main room? I don't think they'll appreciate it if you kill each other here and make the stage sticky. ;) :p

Peter: (Sighs and watches Mike as he leads the squabbling younger boys to the main room) That poor man... (Finally follows)