(AN: Here's another chapter for you.

Thank you so much to Murdock Calavicci, Bartholomew-Kazpian, TimeSpace64, and Mari star for your reviews on the last chapter. I'm glad you guys thought it was funny.

I don't own The Monkees or any of their songs.

I hope you enjoy this one.)

Pausing to look at her reflection in the window she smoothened the knee length blue dress and adjusted her glasses then took a deep breath and walked in. It was a newer club/restaurant place and it was packed. A band was playing on stage and people where dancing as she looked around for her date. She couldn't find him, so sat down at a table near the door and waited. A waitress came by and gave her a glass of water and asked if she was ready to order. She shook her head no and raising her voice a little to be heard she said that she was waiting for someone. The waitress nodded and hurried off to get another table. She sipped the water and waited watching the band. She smiled slightly and looked at her watch, he was a few minutes late, but that was alright. She thanked the waitress as she came by with a menu and sipped her water as she listened to the band playing. They were good, she glanced around again wondering if she may've just missed him come in or something but she didn't see him. Licking her lips she picked up the menu and pretended to read it and glanced at her watch again. He was now a half hour late and she got a horrible feeling that she had been stood up. Taking another drink of water to try to get the lump that had formed in her throat away she looked out at the dance floor again willing herself not to cry. The band had taken a brake and The Who was playing from the speakers. Taking a deep breath she turned back to her water and fiddled with her dress and hair.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart, traffic was horrible then I couldn't find a parking place." A voice said making her jump. She looked to the seat across from her and was startled to see the drummer from the band sitting down. She opened her mouth in shock. He smiled making his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"My name's Micky, just play along." He leaned over and whispered as he picked up the menu and looked at it.

"Did you decide on what to have?" He asked in a normal voice.

"I'm not really hungry." She mumbled and Micky nodded his understanding and ordered himself a sandwich with some fries. When it came he pushed it to her.

"I thought I told you I wasn't hungry?" She asked as she took the offered food and brought it to her lips.

"Your stomach say otherwise." Micky said smiling. She grinned back as she continued to eat.

"Want to talk about it?" He asked as she took another drink of her refilled water glass.

"Not really." She said but Micky looked at her and before she knew it she was spilling her soul out to him. How a football player in her class had asked her out to this club and how she thought that maybe this was going to be different but he never showed up.

"And now I'm thinking that I'm just destined to be alone." She sniffled and tried to brush the tears away with her hand but ended up smearing her mascara. Micky, for his part stayed quiet through the whole thing and when she was done and tried to wipe her eyes he handed her a napkin. She sniffled again and blew her nose.

"Thanks." She choked out "I needed that."

"Your welcome." Micky smiled "For the recorded….that guy is a jerk, you can do better than him." She smiled. She was going to say something to him but another guy came up behind her.

"Micky, there you are, our brake is over we need to preform again." Micky looked at him and nodded.

"Alright Pete, tell Mike I'll be there in a few seconds." The man, Pete, nodded and carefully made his way through the crowd and back to the stage.

"You going to be alright?" Micky asked looking at her. She nodded.

"Alright." He got up to leave but turned around again "I meant what I said, you can do better than a guy like that. You deserve better." Then he made his way up to the band stand whispered something to his bandmates and sat behind the drums.

"This song is for someone out in the crowd that needs a little cheering up." He said and counted them off

"Sometime in the morning

A simple thought occurs to you

and you hold her." He sang out looking out at the crowd and spotted her and grinned. She shyly smiled back and took a deep breath. The Micky was right, she could do better than the jerk, finishing up her sandwich she found a guy sitting by himself and asked if he wanted to dance with her, up on stage Micky grinned as he watched the girl spin around on the dance floor with the guy, yes, she was going to be fine.