I wrote all songs that are not by the Monkees on here. They are copyrighted, as I am thinking of making them into my own songs. A few of my songs aren’t formatting right, so sorry if they seem a little long.

"Come on," Mandy complained to her best friend, "I’ve heard this c.d. a million times already! Can’t we listen to something else?" Alysha glanced up from her spot on the bed.

"It’s not my fault you have no taste in music," Alysha protested, "Besides, this is my favorite song." The tune ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday’ by the Monkees blasted out from the player.

"That’s what you’ve said about every song," Mandy stated, "Is there any song on here that you don’t like?"

Alysha thought for a moment, "Nope, they’re all good. And I don’t think I hear anyone else complaining about the music."

"That’s because they went downstairs ten minutes ago to get cokes," Mandy told her friend, "and I’m not surprised that they haven’t come back yet." Just then, the door opened. Stephanie and Sara walked in the room. Stephanie groaned.

"Is that c.d. still playing," she asked, "Seriously Alysha, put something new in. How about the Backstreet Boys or N’Sync?" Alysha started in disgust at the names.

"Because they can’t sing," Alysha argued, "Don’t you know that they lip sync every song? Now, the Monkees, they were a real band."

"It was a television show," Sara came in, "They couldn’t really play. I know I haven’t seen it yet, but that much I know."

"How do you know that," Alysha asked, "You’ve never even seen the show. What do you have against them?"

"They can’t play," Sara said, "and they were from the sixties. Get a grip girl; this is 2003! Nobody listens to that music anymore. It’s boring."

Although the girls were best friends, nobody could have guessed it. Alysha, of course, was the ultimate Monkees fan, and got teased constantly for it. She hadn’t even tried to show her friends any pictures of the group yet. Alysha was the shortest of her group though. She stood at five foot two and at eighteen, had short brown hair and blue eyes.

Mandy was quite different too. With brown hair and eyes, she stood a good five inches taller than her best friend, even though she was a year younger. Stephanie was the same age as Alysha, but at five foot eleven had reddish-blonde hair and blue eyes. Sara was five foot eight with brown hair and eyes too. She was the same age as Mandy. The whole group jokingly called Alysha a ‘hippie’ of the new millennium. They all were from Saginaw, Texas.

Mandy finally stood up and pushed the stop button on the player, "Hey," Alysha protested when she heard the music stop, "You guys are so unfair. The Monkees aren’t that bad."

"Yeah, and you were born in the sixties," Mandy said sarcastically, "It’s time for something new. I brought The Backstreet Boy’s newest c.d. over. It’s even better than the last one." Stephanie and Sara excitedly sat up. Mandy took Alysha’s c.d. out and tossed it the direction of the bed. Alysha grabbed it before it could hit the ground.

"Careful," she said, "I paid good money for this c.d." She picked up the c.d. case and carefully placed it inside, "Why you guys like these new bands, I’ll never know."

"Listen," Stephanie insisted, "If you do, you’ll see why we like the normal music." Alysha just scowled at her.

"Forget that," Sara told Stephanie, "You just can’t get through to her about this stuff. She probably thinks the Monkees are still in their twenties." Stephanie and Mandy laughed.

"Man," Alysha said quietly to herself, "If only we could met the guys. Then maybe they’d understand that they aren’t as bad as they think."

"I know what you mean," Mandy agreed with Sara, "All I ever here is Davy this or Micky that. I don’t even remember the other’s names."

"Peter and Mike," Alysha informed her friend, "Those are the other two members of the band. Peter and Mike."

"What do these guys look like anyway," Mandy asked, "I’ve heard so much about them, but I’ve never seen a picture. They’re probably weird looking or something like that." Alysha grabbed a c.d. from one of her shelves and looked at it for a minute, as if wondering if she should trust her friends.

"Only if you guys sing the theme song," Alysha insisted, "Do that for me and you can see what they look like. You should know that least that one."

"Fine," Mandy agreed and they began the song.

"Here we come, walking down the street…" As they continued, the colors all around them started swirling around, dissolving in a tie-dye design. When the colors settled again, they were standing in the middle of a beach. Alysha was the first to notice and glanced around, mouth hanging open in astonishment. Stephanie was the first to notice.

"Were we that good," she asked, laughing at her friend’s features. Immediately her smile faded.

"Do you know where we are," Alysha asked them, whispering.

"Sure, we’re…" Mandy replied, but stopped when she also saw where they were, "What in the world?" Sara noticed now too. Alysha suddenly noticed the key that was in her hand. She looked at it and read the address.

Alysha read it and looked up in astonishment, "Oh my gosh!"

"What," everyone asked her at the same time.

"We’re going to live next door to the Monkees," Alysha said excitedly, "This key goes to the house next door. This is so cool!"

"How did we get here," Sara asked, speaking the question in everyone’s minds.

"I don’t care," Alysha said, "All I know is that it is a dream come true. Let’s check out our house. It’s right on the beach." She started jumping up and down, partially because of excitement and partially because of astonishment. She ran up the beach until she located a house with their number on it. Alysha ran to the door and put the key into the lock. Opening the door, she started screaming in delight.

"Look at this place," she said. The others walked in behind her. The place was decked out in bright colors and comfortable furniture ranging from beanbag chairs to large couches. There was makeshift stage set up in one corner. The kitchen was a dazzling white and large bay windows gave way to a beautiful view of the beach. Four rooms, two upstairs and two downstairs had signs on the doors, declaring who had which room. Alysha raced inside hers on the second floor as did the others into their own.

A large white daybed was against one of the walls and a window-seat of tie-dyed colors occupied the space under the one medium-sized window. Beaded curtains covered every doorway, including the closet and main door. One corner had about ten beanbag chairs, all in bright colors. The rest of the furniture looked likewise. A closet full of clothes is what caught Alysha’s attention last. She ran over and pulled some out…all were in her size, which was small and usually hard for her to find and were all in her favorite colors and designs, which were extremely hippie.

Then she caught sight of something on the windowseat. She walked over and recognized the guitar sitting there. It was a brilliant red and white and a note was attached. She read it quickly, "You made the choice, you’ll be here for the rest of your life if you choose to. Take some time to practice this instrument and start a band of your own. The others have instruments, which I hope are to their liking. After you read this note please destroy it immediately. The others don’t know. Good luck." Alysha tore the note immediately after reading it and threw it into a nearby trashcan. Just then, her three friends came running in.

"Your room is so cool," Sara said, glancing around, "A lot nicer than mine actually, although mine is more my style."

"There are drums in my room," Mandy said, "They are exactly like the set I’ve always wanted."

"I have a keyboard," Sara announced, "I love it."

"I have a guitar," Stephanie said, "It’s purple and white."

"And I have a guitar too," Alysha said, pointing it out, "Whoever did this set it up for us. We can start a band like we’ve always wanted." The others yelled excitedly.

"Let’s meet in my room," Mandy said, "There’s no way I’m lugging that drum set up here. Alysha’s written tons of songs that we can try out."

"Let’s start with Second Chance," Alysha suggested, "It shouldn’t be too hard." The others excitedly went to bring their instruments down and soon they meet in Mandy’s room, "Everyone knows the lyrics to this one," Alysha said and started strumming the guitar. To her astonishment it started playing the exact tune she had come up with in her head. Soon she started singing.

That’s as far as the girls got. They glanced at each other in astonishment. The sound had been perfect. Someone suddenly knocked on their door. Alysha put down her instrument and ran to the door. She opened it quickly and stared in shock at who was behind it. She suddenly closed it again.

"Uh, girls," Alysha called out, "Could you come here for a second? Her friends walked out into the hall.

"What’s going on," Stephanie asked, "Who was at the door?" Alysha didn’t answer for a second, and they looked at her in concern.

"It’s them! I mean one of them!," Alysha yelled out. Her friends looked at her strangely.

"It’s one of them," Alysha said, this time softer, "You know, the Monkees?" Her friends only looked at her with more concern.

"Hello," a voice called out. Alysha suddenly realized that she had left their guest on the front porch. She rushed over to answer it, "Just a second," she called out.

Alysha opened the door and everyone glanced at the new arrival. A guy about their age was on the other side. Only Alysha recognized him as Peter Tork of the Monkees. He stood about five foot ten with light brown hair and brown eyes. He looked around a while before glancing down and noticing Alysha.

"Hi," he said brightly, "I’m Peter Tork. We noticed the moving van yesterday and you coming in this morning. We’re your new neighbors." Alysha eagerly shook hands with him. The other girls did also. They quickly introduced themselves, "We heard your music from next door."

"So you have roommates," Mandy asked. Peter nodded.

"If you’d like, you can come over and meet them now," Peter suggested.

"We’d love to," Alysha volunteered them and followed him out the door. Mandy, Stephanie and Sara glared at her for making the decision for them.

"I should warn you though," Peter said, "Davy is a little girl crazy and Micky’s kind of strange. I wouldn’t worry about Mike. He’s pretty calm. But when Davy heard the news of four girls moving in, well you can only imagine."

They stepped inside his place and glanced around. It was just like Alysha remembered it from the show, the spiral staircase raising to the second floor. The first thing she noticed though was the one guy sitting on the couch in the living room. Mike had on his traditional wool hat. "Guys I’d like you to meet our new neighbors." He introduced them by name. Mike was the first to stand up.

"Mike Nesmith," he greeted them. He was over six foot tall with almost black hair and brown eyes. Micky came next, sliding down the banister. Alysha was the only one not surprised by his entrance. The other three girls jumped as he landed.

"Micky Dolenz," he said. He was slightly shorter than Mike with brown eyes and crazy dark brown hair. Davy was nowhere in sight.

"Where’s Davy," Peter asked, glancing around. Suddenly Davy emerged from a downstairs room.

"Hello luvs," he said, walking over, "I’m Davy Jones." He greeted each of them and shook their hands. He was only an inch taller than Alysha with brown hair and eyes. He had a strong English accent. He stopped when he came to Alysha. There was silence for a moment. Suddenly, birds could be heard chirping and stars shown in his eyes. The girls turned to Alysha, would had the same identical look on her face.

"How does he do that," Mandy asked Sara. Her friend shrugged.

"Here we go again," Peter complained.

"Davy," Micky asked, "Davy!" At the same time, the girls were trying to get a response from Alysha. At the sound of their friends’ voices, the chirping stopped and they snapped out of it.

"What," they both asked at the same time.

"Alysha," Stephanie said, "We have to go. Sorry guys, but we still have some unpacking to do. Maybe we can talk tomorrow morning?" The guys agreed. The girls started to walk off, but soon stopped when they noticed that Alysha wasn’t with them. They walked back inside and pulled her out, stars and all.

"Alysha and Davy," Stephanie, Mandy and Sara sang, "sitting in a tree…"

"Cut it out," Alysha complained, "We haven’t sang that song since elementary school." The girls ignored her and finished the song.

"Face it, you like him," Mandy teased her friend, "Those stars looked real enough to me." Sara and Stephanie agreed.

"Sure I like him," Alysha readily admitted, "If you guys paid any attention when I talked about the Monkees, you would have known that he’s my favorite. But Mandy, was it just me or were you making gaga eyes at Micky the whole time?" Mandy blushed and turned away, "It’s just like I thought."

"Hey," Mandy protested, "You never mentioned that they were cute before. Why didn’t you tell us?"

"And ruin all the fun," Alysha asked, "Nah. Besides, you all had it coming to you. And all this time, you thought the Monkees were a stupid band." They had all met in Mandy’s room once more. One, to get some practice in and two, to bring their instruments back upstairs or wherever they belonged. Alysha had been working on a new piece and they wanted to find a good tune to it. It was called ‘Dreaming’, an appropriate title because of the circumstances.

They started playing now, and let the music flow through the house. They had barely played a note when a loud pounding sounded on their door. Alysha rushed over and opened it. She recognized the man on the other side.

"You must be Mr. Babbit," she said, "I’m Alysha. Can I help you?" He suddenly glanced down at her.

"You can turn that noise down for starters," he stated, slightly surprised that she knew his name, "You’re about as bad as the boys next door."

"They have a band," Alysha asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, they have a band," Mr. Babbit said, "Call themselves the Monkees. I’d stay away from them if I were you."

"But we just met them this afternoon," Alysha explained, "They seem like nice guys."

"Sure they do," he said, "Watch out for Davy though. There are always girls over at their place." He turned around and walked away. Alysha laughed, already having fallen a victim of Davy’s charm. She closed the door behind him and returned to Mandy’s room.

"Who was that," Stephanie asked.

"Our landlord," Alysha answered, "His name’s Mr. Babbit. He wanted us to keep it down."

"Impossible," Sara said, laughing, "But he’s right. It is getting late. We should go to bed now and we can look around town in the morning."

"With Davy as our guide," Alysha asked, not really paying attention. Everyone laughed, but agreed, grabbing their instruments and taking them to their rooms. Soon they all fell asleep.