Micky Dolenz strode into the record shop, slight curls bouncing with his step, with a quest to find a replacement drum for the one that had been broken while having a play fight with his bandmate, Davy Jones.

While passing one of the record sections to the area where the owner of the store had a few drums set up, he noticed a girl with long hair in tight golden curls. But that wasn't all. He noticed that the girl was glancing over the first, and only record that his band could afford to get made.

He tried to appear calm and cool. Maybe his luck would pull out for him and he could convince her to buy it.

"Hey, I noticed you picked up my record." Micky said with a tone he considered 'cool', leaning against the record bin and nearly knocking it over when he stumbled a little bit.

"Your record?" The girl asked, looking up from the record to the curly haired man, with an eyebrow raised.

Micky cleared his throat. "Well, my band's record. …I straightened my hair for that picture." He combed a hand through his hair, then getting it caught in a tangle.

"I see."

"So, uh… have you—have you listened to our stuff before?" Micky asked with a hopeful grin.

She gave a shrug. "Nah, but I'm checking you guys out so a friend of mine will stop bugging me about it."

Micky's grin widened. "Saaaay, how about you come to our concert later today? We're playing at the club just down the street. Only 5 bucks admission, but if you tell 'em Davy sent ya they'll let you in free."

"Davy? That's you're name?" The girl asked.

"Nah, The names Micky. They wouldn't believe you if you said Micky sent you. Davy gets the most girls."

The girl thought it over silently for a moment. "Sure. Haven't got anything planned tonight. The Vincent Van Go-Go?"

"Yeah, that's the place. If you show up, try… 6 o'clock, maybe? 7?"

"Alright. I'll see you then." She said, then putting the record in the bin and walked toward the exit, Micky watching her walk away. He pried his eyes off her hips then stared at the back of her head.. "Hey, wait! What's your name?"

She turned back to look at him. "My name's Maureen."

"I'll see you later, Maureen." Micky said, smiling to himself like an idiot then went back on his quest for a replacement for his broken drum.

The boys were up on the bandstand at the Vincent Van Go-Go, getting ready at around 5:40.

Micky looked especially jumpy as he would work on getting his drums attached, then look over at the door, then back at his drums, then back at the door, for about 10 minutes, until his drums were all pieced together.

Then when that was done, he sat down and half-practiced with the boys, only staring at the door and not paying attention to the unorganized ruckus he was making.

"Micky." The bassist, Peter Tork, called over to his drummer friend. Quietly, though, and Micky didn't hear him.

"Mick." The guitarist, Mike Nesmith called over. A bit louder than Peter, but he still didn't hear.

"Micky." Davy called. Louder than Mike, but in vain. Micky was still engrossed in his drumming.

"MICKY!" The three boys shouted, finally bringing him back down to earth with a jump.

"Don't do that." Micky said, putting a hand to his heart, trying to get over the startle.

"Well Mick, it's not like y'all gave us an option. What's up, man? You're spacin' out somethin' serious." Mike asked.

Micky blushed a little bit, embarrassed. "I'm... kinda waiting for somebody."

"Oooh, why're you blushing, mate? Someone special? A girl?" Davy asked with a smirk.

Micky felt himself blushing and tried to stop, but ended up blushing more at Davy's smirk. "Yes, a girl, Davy, believe it or not I have a way with the ladies too." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"And who's the lucky lady? It's not that Brenda chick again, is it?" Mike asked.

Micky gave a snorting laugh. "Ha ha, funny man. No, I'm done with her. This girl's name is Maureen. I uh... met her at the record shop earlier when I was getting a replacement drum for the one Davy shoved me into." He said, glaring over at Davy, who shrugged.

"You're welcome, then."

"Aaaaanyway, I saw her checking out the record that we put out. It didn't seem like she was gonna buy it though, so I invited her to the concert so she could check us out. She's beautiful, guys, just beautiful. Curliest hair I've ever seen, and those eyes..." Micky trailed off, dreamily staring back to the doorway.

"Whoa, whoa! Mick, that's sweet an' all, but we need ya to pay attention. We gotta rehearse. The crowds should be coming in in another..." Mike looked at his watch, which he put on upside-down again while getting ready for the day. "'Bout 10 minutes, we need to run over a few songs."

"Alright, alright. Which are we doing first again? I kinda forgot." Micky said with a sheepish grin.

Davy rolled his eyes. "You would."