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For how hot California could be, nights were nearly freezing. Anna felt as if she had never left New York City. Unprepared for such weather, the young woman shivered in her bed. She continued to think of her brother and how grateful she was to have found him. His friends had been extremely gracious- and then she remembered the near slip-up, that caused some suspicions amongst the three other boys.

Anna hadn't told anything too major. She'd only given the names of her colleagues, heck, it was only two of them. Surely that wasn't a crime. Right? She soon fell asleep, waking up in the early morning. It was slightly dark, meaning it was about five- when she usually woke up. Suddenly, she noticed Peter fixing his bass. He looked up and smiled.

"I guess mom was right about us Torks," he joked," always known for getting up

extremely early.".

"You know she's right," Anna chuckled, sitting up and stretching," What brings you up this early?".

"I have to prepare," he went on," the band has an audition sometime this afternoon.".

"We do?"

The siblings turned their attention to Davy, who stood at the bottom step. He looked a little like a troll, hair sticking all over the place and a grumpy expression on his face. Mike and Micky were watching from the top of the stairs. Feeling a bit of tension between the boys, Anna went upstairs to get ready for the day. Immediately, the boys gathered in the kitchen. Mike held a gavel tightly in his hand. The meeting began..

"Thanks to Peter," Mike grumbled," We have to find work. Now, I don't mind having work. The thing is hunting for it.".

"We'll find employment," Mick assured, holding a huge safari net.

The four agreed the best solution was to search the town for a gig. Mike slammed the gavel on the table, ending the meeting. From the force, the table had broken.

"Perhaps we outta hunt for a table as well," Davy groaned.

"It should be somewhere around here,"Peter mumbled to herself.

The five had been driving around Los Angeles. Despite several businesses in California, they couldn't find a single place that was hiring. Employment seemed to be nowhere in site. The Tork boy looked as if he was about to cry. Anna wordlessly noticed, her heart aching. She could tell they didn't have a job, judging by each boy's expression. Her eyes caught a sign, a smile running upon her face.

"Is that the place?" she questioned, pointing on a building on the corner.

A building on the corner stood proud above the people. It looked old and not well taken care of. The paint was chipped and the roof was cracked. The marque on the top read "The Den". Underneath was written 'Auditions for the new members of The Den- today!". Relief washed over Peter. Luck was upon the band as they made their way into the building. There had been at least five other bands, lining up and waiting to perform.

Anna felt uneasy. The men and women in the building had a vaguely familiar look to the girl. She couldn't remember where she had seen those faces and heard those voices. Whoever they belonged to, they had a bad past with Miss Tork. Her brother took note of his pondering little sister, not knowing the reason behind it.

"You must be The Monkees," a voice spoke.

The five turned back, four of them holding their instruments close to them. A short man (just a few inches taller than Davy) was right behind them. Neatly kept, thinning brown hair was upon his head, tiny brown eyes behind thick glasses. He was dressed in a suit, almost too big for him. In his ear, was a hearing aid as big as his glasses. At first, the group seemed shocked that some had recognized them. However, few found it weird that they were expected.

"That's right," Mike told him.

"It looks like you young men are up next," the man proclaimed, allowing them onto the stage.

Anna watched the band, keeping a close eye on Peter and Micky. They played loudly, helping the woman forget all about the odd feeling. She focused on the music. The lyrics filled her mind with wonderful thoughts. Her feet were tapping, her head bobbing to the beat. As for the boys, they rocked out like it would be their last gig. Although they couldn't see the people, the screams could be heard. With a bow, the four boys gathered their things and went backstage, with an excited Anna awaiting them.

"Groovy song, you guys!" she exclaimed happily," That's your best song, I have to admit.".

"Me and Micky knew you would," Peter admitted strongly.

"Fantastic job!" the backstage man complimented,pushing back what little hair he had," Forgive me- i've yet to introduce myself. I'm Jonathan D. Wellington.".

The boys talked with the man about their band. He seemed thoroughly pleased with their performance. Jon seemed eager to hear more. As he was convincing the four to sign with him, the Tork girl decided to help out. She gathered everyone's instruments together. With an odd feeling resting upon her shoulders, Anna froze. She looked to the back door, and immediately dropped the drum sticks.

He stood there, just a figure in front of the back door. He couldn't be seen, except for the gleam that rested in his eyes. He was there, the young woman was sure of it. She went to make a move, when the door was kicked open. Light flooded in, causing the girl to fall back. When looking against the light, Anna found nothing there.

"Are you alright?" Peter asked, helping his sister up.

"We have to go now," she told them, a serious tone coming to her voice.

"What's wrong, Anna?" Micky questioned calmly.

"Could just be the heat," Mr. Wellington suggested" You kids should get going now. Don't worry, i'll see you at that little Italian restaurant. (He turned to Anna and smiled) I hope to see you there, as well.".

Uncomfortably, the woman picked up her brother's bass case and followed Micky outside. He turned to her brother, a worried look coming to his face. Peter raised an eyebrow, also confused by the actions of his sister. They asked if she was okay.

"I swear I know that man," Anna admitted," He's-.".

"Dangerous?" her brother questioned.

"Is he from Broadway?" Davy asked.

"Can I use my net on him?" Micky wondered, showing off his net.

A worried smile came to her face. It had been one day and the boys were already making her feel more than welcome. A thankful look swept across her face as they sat in the car. She looked back at the building. She couldn't tell them who he was- it would require a lot of self control to keep her mouth shut. She hoped she could do so by the end of her visit.

"It might've been my imagination," Anna went on," we should get going.".

Without another word, the five drove off. From the doorway, Mr. Wellington watched. He had an evil smile plastered to his face. He lifted a finger to his hearing aid and pressed down gently.

"She's in California," he went on," Tomorrow, we start.".

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