"The Monkees are my favorite band." This is some one talking

Sing, sing a song! That is some one singing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Monkees. You cannot own a free sole…I am going to leave the deep thinking to Peter…

They're at it again!

"Well that wasn't our best attempt." Edward said as the last chord of the song faded away.

"I thought it was good." Ivan said adjusting the strap on his guitar.

"What would you know any way?" Alan asked from behind his drum set.

"Thank you" Edward said.

"I meant you, Eddie." Alan said.

"I know plenty me dad was in a band that made it big." Eddie said in a strong British accent.

Christian rolled his eyes "Here we go again."

"What band was your dad in he's just a stable boy." Alan said laughing.

"I thought Eddie's dad raced horses." Ivan said scratching his head.

"He does stupid and he wasn't a stable boy he was a jockey." Edward said putting his tambourine on a near by chair.

"And my paw was a farmer from Texas, look let's just call it a day." Christian said in a southern draw.

"Fine let's end it now and never talk to each other ever again." Alan said and started walking away.

"Al" Christian said with a sigh.

"You know that's not a bad idea." Edward said following Alan.

"Now Eddie you don't mean that." Christian said.

Ivan flinched when he heard two car doors slam "What does this mean?"

"I don't know but I'll see you tomorrow." Christian said tiredly and left.

Ivan waved good-bye to Christian and his dad then locked the garage door and went inside.

Thank you for reading now review please. This is my first Monkees fanfic so a good review would be nice.