A distant night bird mocks the sun

by Monkeemama1985

I finally managed to come up with a back ground story for Stephanie that I like after tweaking it and writing so many versions. Anyhow, it's going to start out from Stephanie's point of view of her and mike's early lives then change into a regular story w

20. Chapter 20

Chapter 20 and now it is forever gone

Nearly a month after they lost their job at the night club, the guys went back to their normal routine of going from gig after gig and sometimes having nothing to do at all.

Spending their time rummaging through the newspaper want ads to hopefully find something steady or avoiding the bangs upon the door from their landlord Mr. Babbitt, life was pretty much normal, or should we say monkees normal to say the least.

After spending a few weeks of coming up empty handed with finding no job whatsoever,the guys found an opportunity to play at their favorite Italian restaurant as a favor to the owner Pop who needed them for just that night.

With that one small gig it gave them something to occupy their time and help them to catch up on their rent before they have to hear more threats from their landlord.

Thanking Pop for everything, it was once again a very slow process

of trying to find more work. Deciding it might be better for them to find real jobs to keep up with the rent payments , Mike came home one afternoon and threw down a huge stack of newspapers and told every one to start circling whatever job looked interesting.

Making more of a mess than they wanted to make as each monkee looked through their designated newspaper, hoping to find something.

"Has anyone had any luck finding anything?"asked Davy

"No. but none of y'all give up since one of us is bound to find something."said Mike

"This is hopeless. "Micky sighed as he threw down his news paper

"You shouldn't give up so easily Micky."said Peter

"Have you found anything yet Pete?"asked Micky

"Not yet but, I'm still going to look until I do. "said Peter

"Every body get back to work."Mike said grabbing another piece of newspaper

Continuing their search, directly into the night the four monkees ended up falling asleep spread out throughout the house among the piles of newspapers that had been both circled and shredded to pieces with jobs written the scraps which were voted for and against by each monkee at least three or more times.

Realizing that they needed to learn how to agree on what was best for the group, it would probably take a miracle of some kind for them to actually catch a break and have a good full time paying gig fall into their laps.