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tommyboybbi ([info]tommyboybbi) wrote,
@ 2008-05-14 21:20:00
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Monkees - In need of a job
The Monkees
In need of work
Mike, Micky, Peter and Davy
PG
252 words
 
 
 
Mike sat at the table, flipping through a notebook. The notebook was a book of gigs that they had played in the last year. He was looking through it to get ideas where to call to get more bookings.
 
They were going on to their second week of not playing. Micky was making money working on cars down at the garage. Peter was taking up dog walking. So far it only cost them ten dollars to post a reward for a little dog that got loose from him the first day. Davy was laying low. Which concerned Mike, usually he was into something he knew that Mike wouldn't approve of.
 
Picking up the phone he dialed the first number. The Go-go down the street. Usually they could get a booking there if he begged well enough. While talking to Darrel, the manager, Davy came into the pad through the back door. Seeing that Mike was on the table, he snuck past him and got into his room that he shared with Peter.
 
Mike hung up the phone, didn't know if he should be glad. He got a booking but it was in two weeks. Looking some more he dialed another number.
 
Davy stripped down to his underpants and crawled under the covers of his bed. He had been out all night but he had earned a hundred dollars. He couldn't tell Mike what he was doing but at least he was contributing.  He would leave it for Mike after he slept awhile.
 
 


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