"Girl, look what you've done to me.

Me and my whole world.

Girl, you brought the sun to me,

With your smile, you did it girl."

"Marcia! Telephone!"

Her mother's voice broke into Marcia's thoughts and she sighed as she carefully lifted the needle from her new Davy Jones album, taking great care not to scratch it.

To do so would be to permanently damage his beautiful voice.

"Coming, Mom!" Marcia yelled as she rose to her feet and slid the record inside the record cover and then ran down the stairs.

This better be good! She thought to herself.

"Who is it?" She whispered when her mother handed her the phone.

Her mother just smiled.

"Moooommm!"

"I'll leave you to your conversation, okay?"

She looked at her mother and narrowed her eyes. Something was definitely going on.

It should be a crime to interrupt a Davy Jones song...

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Marcia Brady?"

Her heart raced and she recognized the voice immediately.

Yes, it definitely should be a crime to interrupt a Davy Jones song...

Unless you're TALKING Davy Jones!

Her heart was beating like crazy and she was sure he could hear it.

"Are you there?"

"Um... Yes. H-How are you? I-I mean..."

"I'm just fine. Thank you for asking. This is Marcia Brady I'm speaking with, right?"

"Oh no. I-I mean yes! This is Marcia Brady! I-I mean I'm Marcia Brady." She stammered, trying to keep from giggling.

"Good, I'm glad."

"Oh... I am too. I-I mean... I'm glad it's you on the phone instead of... um... what were we talking about?"

Her face reddened thinking of how ridiculous she must sound. She wasn't this nervous when she he was sitting next to her on the living room sofa!

"Well the reason I was calling is because-."

"Oh right! The prom! I'm so happy that you're going to sing at our prom tomorrow night!" she blurted out.

He sighed deeply. "Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"Me too! I can't wait to go! I got my dress and everything and all the kids are so excited and-."

"Actually there's a problem."

She held the phone to her ear and swallowed hard, sinking down onto the

sofa.

Oh no... This can't be happening...

"What is it?" She dared to ask.

There was a pause before he replied.

"I just wanted to know what time I should pick you up."

She let out the breath she was holding and had she not already been sitting down her legs would have surely given out from underneath her.

"Well, the prom is at seven o'clock."

"Seven you say? All right, why don't I pick you up at 6:30?"

"That sounds perfect!" Marcia said.

"I'm looking foreword to it." Davy replied. "See you tomorrow, Marcia."

"Goodbye, Davy."

In a daze, she hung up the phone, oblivious to her family who was watching from the balcony. When she turned to walk up the stairs, they broke out into song;

I'm telling you girl, something unknown to me,

Makes you what you .

And what you are is all I could ask for me.

And it's good to feel that way girl.

Thank you girl, for making the morning brighter.

Girl for making the night time nicer.

Girl for making a better world for me.

"Cut it out!" She yelled, laughing at their ridiculous antics. Davy would be so embarrassed if he saw them!

When they continued to sing, she couldn't help humming along. Then before she could stop herself, she ran upstairs and joined them in the chorus.

I'm telling you girl, something unknown to me.

Makes you what you are.

And what you are is all I could ask for me.

And it's good to feel that way girl.