Suspension of Disbelief
A willingness to suspend one's critical faculties and believe something surreal.
Chapter 1:
Davy awoke to a ruckus going on outside his bedroom in the beach house he shared with his three roommates/bandmates/best friends. Why does Micky have to be himself so early in the morning? He wasn't angry though. Davy enjoyed the personalities and quirks of his friends. Even if sometimes their antics got them into trouble, he wouldn't trade them for any other guys in the world. He had lived with them since he had moved from England three years ago. He needed some stability in his life after that move, even if it involved some outrageous circumstances.
Davy decided to get up and start getting ready to take on the day. He had no idea his plans for the day or even what was going on outside of his bedroom door, but he knew that the possibilities were endless. He got dressed and took a deep breath before entering out into the sure utter chaos that awaited him.
Upon opening the door Davy noticed Micky and Peter standing in the middle of what looked like a makeshift boxing ring. They had two mattresses side by side flat on the floor with four line queues (from God knows where) around as the ropes. Both Micky and Peter were dressed in in improvised wrestling costumes which consisted of unitards (acquired from helping the Russian ballerina Natasha) with beach towels pinned on serving as capes. Micky was speaking into a fake microphone, "Welcome to the match of the century! In this corner in the red we have The Torturous Tork and in the other corner wearing black is The Diabolical Dolenz. Gentlemen start your engines!"
"Start your engines?" questioned Peter.
"Oh yeah wrong match," answered Micky.
"What are you two doing?" Davy interrupted hands on hips, "I'm guessing Mike isn't here otherwise he would have put a stop to this nonsense. I assume also that this was Micky's idea. Peter you shouldn't encourage Micky's shenanigans. We've talked about this."
"What shenanigans? We are preparing for different career opportunities for times when gigs are scarce," Micky countered.
"Plus we get to enjoy the pageantry," Peter added.
Davy rolled his eyes. "I'm not even going to dignify this conversation with another response. Where is Mike anyway?"
"Mike went down to the music store to look around and I think he was going to run other errands too," said Peter.
"How long ago did he leave- Never mind. I'm guessing enough time for you two to set up this atrocity," Davy gestured at the wrestling ring. "I'm going to see if I can meet him there. I wanted to check some things out myself."
"You sure you don't want to stick around?" asked Peter.
"Yeah Dave get in on this action! And wearing the blue we have The Jittery Jones!" Micky announced.
"The Jittery Jones?" Davy asked quizzically with a cocked eyebrow. "That will strike fear into thousands."
"Okay the name needs work," Micky responded. "The Manchester Menace?"
"No thanks. I had enough experience in the ring when I boxed for Mr. Shylock…"
"Sholto," corrected Peter.
"Right, Sholto," Davy finished.
"Suit yourself," Micky said with a shrug.
"See you all later, assuming Mike doesn't come home and kill you first."
"I think Mike is going to be impressed with our initiative," argued Micky grabbing Peter from behind into a headlock.
"Sure. Bye."
Davy arrived at the music store and saw Mike talking to the store owner about what was new in the store. Mike noticed Davy as soon as arrived, "Hey, Davy."
"Hey Mike, I thought I would meet you here and see what other plans you had for the day."
"I was planning to look around here while I was getting some guitar strings and looking around for gigs downtown in the entertainment district. Why did you want to tag along?"
"Well I thought I might, but I also wanted to warn you about what's going on back at the pad," Davy prompted with a smile.
"Do I even want to know?"
"Well Micky had one of his 'brilliant ideas' again, and I'm not sure if this particular scheme will cause any property damage..."
Mr. Babbitt would surely kick them out of the beach house for any significant damage since he wasn't their biggest fan in the first place. Mike darted towards the door. "Forget the plans. I have to go take care of some Monkee business."
"Don't worry Mike, I'll head downtown to check out those gigs," Davy called after him with a laugh.