"Davy is my favorite." This is some one talking.
Michelle my bell This is some one singing
Disclaimer: No, I still do not own the Monkees, oh well.
Edward
Edward got in the car and slammed the door.
"Hey now, was practice really that bad?" Edward's father asked.
"They think I don't know any thing about music. I told them you were in a band and they laughed in me face." Edward said crossing his arms.
"Well that was a long time ago. I remember we got in a fight and it ended our career." Edward's father said starting the car.
"Yeah but you lived with them. I'd go crazy living with those guys." Eddie said.
"Sometimes going crazy makes you a better person." His father said remembering what it was like to live with his best friends.
"Yeah that's great dad, let's move back to England." Edward said looking out the window.
"Let me just suggest one thing. Talk it out. You'll regret it if you don't, I did." Edward's father said with a sigh.
I realize that that was short but I figured it would be better this way.