From: Lenora McCoy Newsgroups: alt.ql.creative Subject: Multiple Monkee Personalities Part 4 Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 02:29:03 -0600 Message-ID: <34D6D54F.570F6AB3@sprintmail.com> MULTIPLE MONKEE PERSONALITIES PART 4 The sight of the instruments had the desired effect on Micky. He returned to normal. "Aw, groovy! A jam session!" "Yup. Do you want to play drums or guitar?" "Guitar, if you don't mind. My drumming skills are still nonexistent." "Good. My guitar skills aren't quite up to speed either. I prefer the drums anyway." Micky helped her unpack and set up the drum set. He lifted an eyebrow at the sight of the Monkees logo she'd paid $100 to have silk-screened onto the bass drum head, but said little. Agnes sat down behind the drums, made sure everything was set up right, and, checking her grip, ran through a couple of warm up exercises on the snare drum. She then quickly tuned all the drums, seeing as they'd been packed a while and the heads had loosened a bit. Meanwhile, Micky ran a couple scales on the guitar and tuned it. "This thing is so out of tune. Has it been packed a while?" he asked. "Yeah. I play left-handed guitar -- that's why I brought two guitars with me, so I've never actually played that one. It was given to me by a friend who gave up and instead of burning it, I convinced him to give it to me. I thought it would be good if I ever held jam sessions with friends, and to work on learning to play right-handed." "But, why, if you're left handed?" "I'm ambidextrous. I just have a left-handed tendency with both guitar and drums, but a right handed tendency on keyboards." "I see. So, whaddaya wanna play?" "You're the guest. You choose." "Cool! You know 'Huff Puff'?" "Oh, that was one of the singles you released before the Monkees. Um, lemme think . . . I can try. I don't know it too well." "That's okay. I don't play it very well myself." * * * Agnes left the Waiting Room the next morning exhausted but floating on Cloud Nine. She wasn't much of an "oldies" fan, so she knew very few songs released before 1966. Micky, of course, had yet to record any of the Monkees songs she knew and loved, except for an early version of the theme. So, they ended up just jamming. Agnes had Ziggy record all of their jams and store them. She and Micky made a pact that, a few days after he returned to 66, she'd contact him in her own time to actually record and release some of the stuff they came up with. Agnes said nothing to Micky but she knew that the Monkees were at that moment working on another album, like Justus but without Nez. She'd heard rumors about Micky having trouble writing music for the new album. Those jam sessions might just be his ticket to a hit single. * * * The next morning Sam got up early -- he was adjusted to his schedule now, and made it to the beach five minutes early. The entire crew seemed surprised to see Sam arrive bright and early. He supposed Micky wasn't much of a morning person. He headed for the makeup trailer and got his hair and makeup done, then went to his own trailer to put on his costume. It was the same brown pants, striped shirt, and tan jacket he'd worn for the last few scenes the day before. By the time he finished changing, all the other actors had arrived and joined him on the 'set.' Rafelson called the four Monkees over for a private conference. Sam noticed Davy was wearing a jockey's silks and realized for the first time that Davy was built like a jockey -- short and compact. "Okay, boys. We're going to do the dialogue scenes for before and after the romp first -- get those out of the way, then I'll let you loose on the romp. So, let's do the first scene first -- Micky's pep talk, okay? Places!" Sam had spent hours the night before running his lines with Al, because he had to say them so fast. Al had also taken time to coach Sam in the fine art of cigar-holding. Sam took the hat from the props man and put it on, then put on the sunglasses that were in his pocket. "Action!" * * * The director gave them a five minute break before filming the scene where the money changes hands. Sam took off his tan jacket, hat, and sunglasses and placed them carefully on the director's chair marked "Micky." When Rafelson called places, he guided Sam to a spot atop a large boulder, had Peter sit next to the rock, and after a little fiddling decided Mike should stand with one foot upon the rock, near where Peter was sitting. "Here you go. That should hold him for a while," Davy said as he handed the money he'd won to the farmer. * * * Rafelson rounded up the Monkees, except for Davy, and the little kid. "Okay. We're going to do the romp now. I'm sure you saw in the script a few specific shots -- I'd like to try those first, as they're all before the race actually starts. Then while our two jockeys ride up and then down the beach, I want all of you to cheer and jump around like crazy. Got it?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Peter -- you've got the horn first." * * * Sam was getting even more nervous now. "Where is Al?" he thought. As if on cue, the Imaging Chamber door opened and Al stepped out. He had on the gymshoes again, but with tan pants and a polo shirt. "Hi Sam. Ziggy finally pinpointed the time of the accident -- only a few minutes from now." Sam glared at him. "Hey, it wasn't my fault! Blame that precious computer of yours." That elicited a squeal of protest from the handlink. "Places!" Sam stood next to Peter. Peter was to blow the horn in Sam's ear, then Sam was to wave a flag while Peter blew the horn again and fell backwards on the sand. "Don't worry Micky. I won't actually blow the horn in your ear," Peter said quietly. Sam smiled. * * * Agnes and Micky were having a breakfast feast together. Micky had persuaded her to try cereal with orange juice -- and she'd actually liked it! "Too bad PQL is top secret," she thought, "the listers would love this!" Micky seemed to pick up on her thoughts. "I bet you wish you could tell all your friends you got to jam with me, and have OJ and cereal together." Agnes laughed, "Yeah. Unfortunately, what goes on here is top secret. I will tell them that I like OJ on my cereal -- they'll believe that because I don't think I'm the first lister to try that. Just the only one persuaded by you personally." She giggled, then suddenly remembered Lyric's cloning business, which she'd helped with, and her OJ came out with a squirt. Micky's eyes widened, "What? What's wrong?" "Oh, just remembering a little . . . in-joke of sorts among some fans." She then tried to explain the cloning as best she could. Micky understood pretty well. "So . . . how many pretend copies of me do you have?" "Oh, boy. Lemme think," she started to count off on her fingers while mumbling to herself, "Morphing Micky, 66, 67, Monkees Paw, 80s, Heart & Soul video, 90s, Pictionary, Monkee Man," she looked at her count, "That would be nine, to date," she announced. "Geez! I'm glad those aren't real -- you couldn't really take nine of me running around here, could you?" Agnes thought a moment, then what could only be described as a spread across her face. "Yes, I could." Micky looked startled, "Oh, yeah?" He got up, walked around the table, and pounced on Agnes, tickling her. She squealed with delight. "Oh, who needs clones when I got to have the real McCoy, er, Micky, for these few days," she thought, then proceeded to tickle back. -- Lenora McCoy, die-hard Dolenzkateer, Obsessed Leaper, Al-coholic, and Dean-drooler AlbertCalavicci@hotmail.com ZiggyQL@sprintmail.com AdmiralLenora@rocketmail.com http://www.geocities.com/Area51/4401/ Author of "Quantum Kirk" and other stories (list and/or requests by e-mail)