Through the Looking Glass (fanfic)
Okay, since this one got lost in the bug (
) we'll have another go at it:
Through The Looking Glass
Mike hung up the phone with a bang, growled, then turned back to the salami sandwich he'd been eating.
"Who was that, Mike?" Davy quizzed.
"The manager of the Vincent Van Goh Goh. He said our gig was cancelled in favour of a new band he auditioned today."
"What?" Micky was indignant. "How dare a new band come in and take our spot at the Vincent! We oughtta go there tonight and let them know we won't go down without a fight!"
"Just so long as it's not too violent," Peter cautioned. "I hate violence."
"Well, not a fistfight sort of fight," Micky explained. "We just gotta let those guys know that they can't just come in and push us around! This is our territory!"
Just then a knock sounded at the door. Davy went over and opened the peephole.
"It's Babbitt!" he whispered before opening the door and hiding behind it. He didn't want to get yelled at for not having the rent. Micky managed to dash into the downstairs bathroom, and Mike went out the back door. Peter was left to face the landlord himself.
"Well, well, well," Babbitt said, walking in. "Here by yourself, eh? Well, I was hoping to talk to all four of you boys, but you'll just have to tell the others."
"Tell them what?" Peter asked.
"Oh, I'm just letting you know that I just got the place next door rented out. Very nice people. Maybe you boys could stop by sometime and make them feel welcome, you know."
"Oh, sure," Peter said, "we can do that." He crossed his fingers, hoping their landlord wouldn't mention the overdue rent, as Babbitt began walking toward the door. Suddenly, he turned back around to Peter.
"By the way, you boys don't happen to have the rent that was due two weeks ago, do you?"
"N-no, Mr. Babbitt, sir," Peter stammered. "We were gonna play a gig tonight, but it got cancelled."
"Well, you'd better have it by next week, or I AM KICKING YOU OUT!" With that he slammed the door, and the other Monkees came out of hiding.
"So, what did old hard-nose want?" Mike asked, jumping off the bandstand.
"He said some people moved in next door, and that we should go meet them," Peter explained. "I was just about to head over."
"No, man, we can't," Micky declared, "We don't want to be late seeing this great new Malibu band. Let's get ready and go."
~*~
Twenty minutes later the four Monkees walked into the Vincent. The place was jammed to bursting full of people. They elbowed their way to the front of the crowd just as the band strode onstage. All four jaws hit the floor as they realized an undeniable fact. They'd been replaced... by a group of girls!
One of the girls, a guitar strung over her back, moved over to a microphone, cleared her throat, brushed her wavy black bangs out of her eyes, and introduced the group.
"Hi," she began, "We're the Leemurs. Leemurs with two 'ee's. My name is Michelle Nesbit, I play the guitar. Over on bass," she pointed to a girl with sandy-blonde hair who plucked at the strings of her instrument, "you see Petra Torch, on percussion," a short girl with dark hair shook her maracas for emphasis, "is Daisy Jonas, and back there," she motioned to a curly-haired brunette, "is our drummer, Nikki Dolette. Once again, we are the Leemurs!" Applause broke out, and they began the first chords of a song, Daisy singing the vocals"
"I wish for liberation,
Resembling the navy fowl soaring beside me,
Similar to the waves out upon the cerulean ocean.
If your affection must bind me,
Do not attempt me,
Declare farewell."
As the song continued, Davy leaned over and whispered to Mike, "Y'know, there's something about this tune that sounds very familiar, I just can't put my finger on it."
"I don't like it." Micky seethed, "We're every bit as good as they are, what have they got that we haven't got?"
"They're girls, we're guys, there's a difference." Mike pointed out.
"Yeah, maybe the manager just wanted a feminine approach," Peter mused. "They'll probably wear off in a couple days, you'll see. We'll be back."
"Yeah, they can't have more than two or three songs," Davy added, "Since when did you ever hear of girls writing their own songs? It'll never last."
~*~
After the last tone faded away, the Monkees headed backstage to confront the Leemurs. As the girls saw them coming, they smiled.
Mike marched right up to Michelle and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Mike Nesmith."
"Why, hello, Mike Nesmith," the guitarist said, extending her hand, "Michelle Nesbit."
Mike shook her hand, then stepped back, "Now, we didn't come back here on friendly terms," the four girls looked shocked at this. "We're the Monkees, and we're here to tell you that, uh, that..."
Micky jumped in, pointing his finger at the Leemur's drummer, "That this is our discotheque and you have no right to just barge in here and take our job and, and..."
Davy looked at the percussionist and picked up the reprimand, "And we think you should just go back to where you came from, and let us play here."
Realizing he didn't get a turn, Peter glared at Petra, "So there!"
"Well, boys," Michelle remained calm, "The manager asked us to play after our audition this afternoon, and play we shall. He's booked us for the next month." She picked up her guitar case and turned toward the door. "So, if you have nothing more to say, we'll be on our way." She waltzed out of the room, followed by Petra and Daisy carrying their instruments and Nikki wheeling her drums on a dolly. The Monkees watched them leave, and, through the glass on the door, watched them load their instruments into a purple station wagon convertible with the words 'The Leemurs' emblazoned on the side.
Fuming, the Monkees went out the front door and hopped into their own Monkeemobile. Mike started the engine and they roared away. A few minutes later, Peter happened to look over his shoulder, then turned back quickly.
"What's the matter?" Davy asked.
"Nothing, it's just that those Leemur girls are right behind us."
As they turned onto Beechwood, Peter noticed that the purple Leemurmobile was still in back of them. "Davy," he said, "what should we do? They're still following us!"
"Cool it, man," Davy said, "They probably just have to take this road to get to their house. See," he said as they pulled into the driveway of 1334 and the purple station wagon continued, "Nothing to worry about." As he finished saying this, the violet car drove into the driveway of 1336, right next door. "I retract that," he pronounced, rolling his eyes.
"You don't suppose..." Peter asked, climbing out of his car.
"They couldn't be!" Davy exclaimed, as the Leemurs exited their own automobile and strolled across the lawn to 1334.
"Well, well, well," Michelle stated, "Look who we moved in next to. Hello neighbors."
) we'll have another go at it:Through The Looking Glass
Mike hung up the phone with a bang, growled, then turned back to the salami sandwich he'd been eating.
"Who was that, Mike?" Davy quizzed.
"The manager of the Vincent Van Goh Goh. He said our gig was cancelled in favour of a new band he auditioned today."
"What?" Micky was indignant. "How dare a new band come in and take our spot at the Vincent! We oughtta go there tonight and let them know we won't go down without a fight!"
"Just so long as it's not too violent," Peter cautioned. "I hate violence."
"Well, not a fistfight sort of fight," Micky explained. "We just gotta let those guys know that they can't just come in and push us around! This is our territory!"
Just then a knock sounded at the door. Davy went over and opened the peephole.
"It's Babbitt!" he whispered before opening the door and hiding behind it. He didn't want to get yelled at for not having the rent. Micky managed to dash into the downstairs bathroom, and Mike went out the back door. Peter was left to face the landlord himself.
"Well, well, well," Babbitt said, walking in. "Here by yourself, eh? Well, I was hoping to talk to all four of you boys, but you'll just have to tell the others."
"Tell them what?" Peter asked.
"Oh, I'm just letting you know that I just got the place next door rented out. Very nice people. Maybe you boys could stop by sometime and make them feel welcome, you know."
"Oh, sure," Peter said, "we can do that." He crossed his fingers, hoping their landlord wouldn't mention the overdue rent, as Babbitt began walking toward the door. Suddenly, he turned back around to Peter.
"By the way, you boys don't happen to have the rent that was due two weeks ago, do you?"
"N-no, Mr. Babbitt, sir," Peter stammered. "We were gonna play a gig tonight, but it got cancelled."
"Well, you'd better have it by next week, or I AM KICKING YOU OUT!" With that he slammed the door, and the other Monkees came out of hiding.
"So, what did old hard-nose want?" Mike asked, jumping off the bandstand.
"He said some people moved in next door, and that we should go meet them," Peter explained. "I was just about to head over."
"No, man, we can't," Micky declared, "We don't want to be late seeing this great new Malibu band. Let's get ready and go."
~*~
Twenty minutes later the four Monkees walked into the Vincent. The place was jammed to bursting full of people. They elbowed their way to the front of the crowd just as the band strode onstage. All four jaws hit the floor as they realized an undeniable fact. They'd been replaced... by a group of girls!
One of the girls, a guitar strung over her back, moved over to a microphone, cleared her throat, brushed her wavy black bangs out of her eyes, and introduced the group.
"Hi," she began, "We're the Leemurs. Leemurs with two 'ee's. My name is Michelle Nesbit, I play the guitar. Over on bass," she pointed to a girl with sandy-blonde hair who plucked at the strings of her instrument, "you see Petra Torch, on percussion," a short girl with dark hair shook her maracas for emphasis, "is Daisy Jonas, and back there," she motioned to a curly-haired brunette, "is our drummer, Nikki Dolette. Once again, we are the Leemurs!" Applause broke out, and they began the first chords of a song, Daisy singing the vocals"
"I wish for liberation,
Resembling the navy fowl soaring beside me,
Similar to the waves out upon the cerulean ocean.
If your affection must bind me,
Do not attempt me,
Declare farewell."
As the song continued, Davy leaned over and whispered to Mike, "Y'know, there's something about this tune that sounds very familiar, I just can't put my finger on it."
"I don't like it." Micky seethed, "We're every bit as good as they are, what have they got that we haven't got?"
"They're girls, we're guys, there's a difference." Mike pointed out.
"Yeah, maybe the manager just wanted a feminine approach," Peter mused. "They'll probably wear off in a couple days, you'll see. We'll be back."
"Yeah, they can't have more than two or three songs," Davy added, "Since when did you ever hear of girls writing their own songs? It'll never last."
~*~
After the last tone faded away, the Monkees headed backstage to confront the Leemurs. As the girls saw them coming, they smiled.
Mike marched right up to Michelle and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Mike Nesmith."
"Why, hello, Mike Nesmith," the guitarist said, extending her hand, "Michelle Nesbit."
Mike shook her hand, then stepped back, "Now, we didn't come back here on friendly terms," the four girls looked shocked at this. "We're the Monkees, and we're here to tell you that, uh, that..."
Micky jumped in, pointing his finger at the Leemur's drummer, "That this is our discotheque and you have no right to just barge in here and take our job and, and..."
Davy looked at the percussionist and picked up the reprimand, "And we think you should just go back to where you came from, and let us play here."
Realizing he didn't get a turn, Peter glared at Petra, "So there!"
"Well, boys," Michelle remained calm, "The manager asked us to play after our audition this afternoon, and play we shall. He's booked us for the next month." She picked up her guitar case and turned toward the door. "So, if you have nothing more to say, we'll be on our way." She waltzed out of the room, followed by Petra and Daisy carrying their instruments and Nikki wheeling her drums on a dolly. The Monkees watched them leave, and, through the glass on the door, watched them load their instruments into a purple station wagon convertible with the words 'The Leemurs' emblazoned on the side.
Fuming, the Monkees went out the front door and hopped into their own Monkeemobile. Mike started the engine and they roared away. A few minutes later, Peter happened to look over his shoulder, then turned back quickly.
"What's the matter?" Davy asked.
"Nothing, it's just that those Leemur girls are right behind us."
As they turned onto Beechwood, Peter noticed that the purple Leemurmobile was still in back of them. "Davy," he said, "what should we do? They're still following us!"
"Cool it, man," Davy said, "They probably just have to take this road to get to their house. See," he said as they pulled into the driveway of 1334 and the purple station wagon continued, "Nothing to worry about." As he finished saying this, the violet car drove into the driveway of 1336, right next door. "I retract that," he pronounced, rolling his eyes.
"You don't suppose..." Peter asked, climbing out of his car.
"They couldn't be!" Davy exclaimed, as the Leemurs exited their own automobile and strolled across the lawn to 1334.
"Well, well, well," Michelle stated, "Look who we moved in next to. Hello neighbors."
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