"Yes, I saw her face! Now I'm a believer. Not a trace of doubt in my mind. Said I'm a believer! Yeah, yeah….."

The guys finished up the song as me and the girls gave them a standing ovation.

So far, they had played "Not Your Stepping Stone", "Pleasant Valley Sunday", "No Time", and "I'm a Believer". Peter was just starting to play the first notes of "Daydream Believer" now.

Davy started singing as I glanced over at Mike. He was looking down at his guitar. I watched his fingers glide across the strings as the chorus started. He's beautiful in everything he does, I thought.

I glanced over at Kara and Veronica, who were singing softly along with Davy. I smirked as I remembered this was Kara's favorite song and Veronica's favorite song next to "No Time".

Then, Davy motioned for Kara and Veronica to join him in singing. Veronica shook her head "no" in embarrassment, but Kara gladly went up and joined Davy.

I'd never noticed how pretty her voice was until now, when she was up there with Davy. Inside, I was a little jealous. I'd always wanted the ability to sing well, because I wasn't able to sing if my life depended on it. I just froze up, and even when I did sing I sounded horrible.

The song came to an end as Davy took Kara's hand and the two of them bowed. Anya, Veronica and I applauded wildly as Kara came back to join us.

"You were awesome!" Veronica said.

"Ditto!" Anya and I said in unison. We looked at each other and laughed a little.

"All right, I don't know about y'all, but I'm bushed," Mike said as he put his guitar up and came over to me.

"'Night, shotgun," he said, kissing me quickly on the cheek.

"G'night," I said, kissing him on the lips before he blushed and went up the steps.

The other Monkees went to bed, but not before helping us girls get situated in the front room. Anya had claimed the couch while me, Veronica, and Kara slept on the floor.

I stared at the ceiling for a second, and then drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eyes and looked around me.

Yes! I was still at the Monkees' pad in the 1960s!

I heard snoring coming from the couch as I sat up and looked at Anya. She was close to rolling off and falling on the floor, but luckily no one was sleeping on the floor near there.

I got up quietly and decided to take a walk on the beach to wake me up.

The sun warmed my face as I stepped onto the patio.

I walked down to the beach and let the smell of the ocean relax me.

I had been walking for about 5 minutes when something jumped out of the bushed and into my path.

"What the crap!" I yelled as I jumped backwards.

It was a boy who looked about my age (19) and had black hair and brown eyes.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, coming closer to me. I noticed he had an accent; Romanian, perhaps ?

I stepped backwards. "Leave me alone!"

"Aw, c'mon, Bella, that's no way to act towards your fiancé." He smirked as I froze, my eyes wide.

"Who are you and what makes you think you're my fiancé?" I asked angrily.

The boy looked to his left, and two tall, muscular men dressed like Secret Service agents came out of the bushes, grabbing my arms.

"Hey! Let go of me!" I yelled, trying to get out of their grip.

"Aduceţi-o la barca (Bring her to the boat)," the boy said. The guards dragged me with them as they walked further and further away from the pad.

So, that creep is Romanian, I thought as I kicked.

Finally, I screamed, "MIKE! MIKE!" at the top of my lungs.

I had been kicking footprints in the sand, and then I thought maybe if no one heard me it would be best to try and leave a trail of something.

Since I couldn't use my hands, I used my feet and was able to get one of my flip-flops off and sort of near the bushes so that maybe if Mike went out looking for me he could know where to go.

I kicked off the other flip flop when we were about to board a huge boat that was anchored a little off shore.

"Ah, Isabella, where are your shoes?" the black haired boy asked as I was seated in a small boat that would row us out to the larger ship.

"I didn't wear any when I went out," I lied.

"Well, you must have shoes! I shall see if Catalina will spare you some," he said as the guards began rowing the boat out into deeper water.

That was when I realized how bad of a situation I was in. I looked back at the shore, and to my far left I could faintly see what I thought was the beach that led up to the Monkees' pad.

"Lord, please get me out of this!" I prayed under my breath.

My arm was grabbed by one of the guards, and I was pulled/pushed up a ladder and onto the deck of the ship.