Propinquity – The Cattle Call

Intro:

Unbeknownst to the other, Mike and Mona applied for jobs on the same production. They quickly realize that they must keep their relationship secret to ensure the professional integrity of their budding careers.

The casting process for "The Monkees" is in full swing, and the studio buzzes with nervous energy. Mona Jensen, clipboard in hand, efficiently checks in the endless stream of hopefuls. Her eyes widen as she recognizes a familiar face in the crowd.

"Michael?" she whispers, barely concealing her surprise.

Mike Nesmith, aka Michael Blessing, gives her a subtle nod and a half-smile. "Mona," he murmurs, careful not to draw attention.

Mona's mind races. She hadn't expected her husband to show up here, of all places. Quickly regaining her composure, she hands him the intake form. "Fill this out, please," she says, all business.

Mike scribbles "Michael Blessing" on the form, maintaining their agreed-upon charade. As Mona collects it, Bob Rafelson calls out from his office. "Jensen! I need you in here."

Mona hurries towards Bob's office, Mike's form still in her hand. As she enters, Bob holds out his hand expectantly.

"Give me that form you've got there," he says.

Mona hands it over without thinking, then realizes it is Mike's. Before she can say anything, Bob glances at it and calls out, "Michael Blessing! You're up!"

Mona's heart races as she watches Mike stand up and make his way towards the audition room. She quickly excuses herself, mumbling something about running an errand, and darts out of the office before she and Mike can cross paths.

As she busies herself with various tasks around the studio, Mona's mind whirls. How had they both ended up here? What were the odds? She is torn between her professional duties and her desire to support her husband. But she knows they had agreed to keep their relationship under wraps, at least for now.

Hours pass in a blur of paperwork, phone calls, and harried production assistants scurrying about. Mona catches glimpses of Mike throughout the day, his tall frame and green wool hat standing out among the sea of hopefuls. She aches to talk to him, to ask how it is going, but she keeps her distance.

As the day winds down, Mona finds herself sorting through headshots in Bob's office when he bursts in, looking excited.

"Jensen, I think we've found our guitarist," Bob declares, tossing a file onto his desk. Mona's heart leaps as she recognizes Mike's photo clipped to the top.

"That's wonderful," she manages, trying to keep her voice neutral. "He seems... talented."

"Talented is an understatement," Bob chuckles, dropping into his chair. "This Blessing guy's got something special. Guitar skills, comic timing, and that dry wit - he's perfect for what we're going for."

Mona nods, her pride in Mike warring with her desire to maintain professionalism. "I'm glad you found someone suitable," she says carefully.

Bob eyes her curiously. "You know, Jensen, there's something familiar about him. Can't quite put my finger on it."

Mona's heart races, but she keeps her face impassive. "Oh? Well, I'm sure you've seen countless faces today. I bet they start to blur together after a while."

Bob shrugs, then grins. "Well, whoever he is, he's got the job. Make sure his paperwork's in order, will you?"

"Of course."

As Mona leaves Bob's office, her mind races with the implications of Mike's success. She is thrilled for him, of course, but now they'll be working together every day. How long can they keep up this charade?

She finds a quiet corner and pulls herself together. Jensen, calm yourself down. This is no time to get excited…

Mona can't help but smile at their little game. She heads back to her desk, determined to focus on her work. But as she settles in, she notices Susie approaching, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"So…," Susie drawls, perching on the edge of Mona's desk,"A little birdie told me that a certain tall, dark, and… handsome… guitarist just got cast on the show. Any thoughts on that, Mrs. Jensen?"

Mona's eyes dart around, making sure no one is within earshot. "Shh! Susie, please. We're trying to keep things professional here."

Susie grins, lowering her voice. "Oh, come on. You can't tell me you're not excited. Your hubby's going to be a TV star!"

"He's not my hubby here," Mona hisses, though she can't quite hide her smile. "He's Michael Blessing, talented musician and actor. And I'm just Mona Jensen, hardworking production assistant."

"Right, right," Susie nods. Susie leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, how long do you think you two can keep this up? I mean, you'll be working together every day now."

Mona sighs, rubbing her temples. "I don't know, Susie. We'll figure it out as we go along. The important thing is that Mike got this opportunity on his own merits. I don't want anyone thinking I had anything to do with it."

"Fair enough," Susie concedes. "But you know, this could be fun. Like a secret spy mission or something."

Despite her anxiety, Mona can't help but chuckle. "You watch too many movies, Susie."

Just then, they hear Bob's booming voice from across the studio. "Jensen! I need you to show our new guitarist around the set."

Mona's eyes widen and her body freezes. She stares at Susie with a deer-in-the-headlights look. Mona takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Duty calls," she said to Susie with a tight smile. She stands up, smoothing her skirt, and walks towards Bob and Mike with as much professional composure as she can muster.

"Mr. Blessing, this is Mona Jensen, one of our best production assistants," Bob says as Mona approaches. "She'll give you a tour of the set and help you get acquainted with our setup."

Mike extends his hand, his face a mask of polite interest. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Jensen."

"Likewise, Mr. Blessing," Mona replies, shaking his hand firmly. She ignores the familiar warmth of his touch and the playful glint in his eyes. "If you'll follow me, we'll start with the main stage area."

As they walk away from Bob, Mona and Mike maintain a professional distance, hyper-aware of the curious glances from crew members scattered around the set. Mona launches into her well-rehearsed tour guide spiel, gesturing to various areas of the studio.

"And over here we have the green room where you'll be spending time between takes," she explains, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Mike nods, his face a mask of polite interest. "Looks cozy," he remarks, his eyes twinkling with barely suppressed amusement.

As they round a corner into a quieter hallway, Mike glances around quickly before leaning in close. "So, Mrs. Blessing," he whispers, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "how long do you think we can keep this up?"

Mona fights back a grin, keeping her voice low. "As long as we have to, Mr. Jensen. Now behave yourself before someone sees."

Mike straightens up, resuming his role as the attentive new cast member. "Of course, Miss Jensen. Please, continue the tour."

They make their way through the winding hallways of the studio, Mona pointing out important locations and Mike nodding along. As they approach the costume department, Mona notices a familiar face.

"Ah, perfect timing," she says, gesturing to a woman sorting through racks of colorful clothing. "Mr. Blessing, this is Phyllis, our head of costuming. Phyllis, this is Michael Blessing, our new guitarist."

Phyllis looks up, her eyes widening slightly as she recognizes Mike. She recovers quickly, extending her hand. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Blessing."

Mike shakes Phyllis's hand, giving her a friendly nod. "Pleasure to meet you, Phyllis. I look forward to seeing what groovy threads you've got in store for us."

Phyllis smiles, her eyes darting between Mike and Mona. "Oh, I've got some far-out ideas brewing. We'll have you looking like proper pop stars in no time."

As Phyllis turns to pull out a few sketches, Mona notices her sneaking glances at Mike. She feels a twinge of something - is it jealousy? - but quickly pushes it aside. This is work, after all.

"Phyllis has an incredible eye for fashion," Mona explains, keeping her tone professional. "She'll make sure you boys look sharp on camera."

Mike raises an eyebrow at Mona, a hint of bemusement in his eyes. "I'm sure she will," he says smoothly. "Though I hope I can keep my hat. It's kind of my signature look."

Phyllis perks up at this, her eyes lighting with interest. "Oh, the green wool hat? Yes, I think we can definitely work with that. It gives you a unique look."

Mona watches as Phyllis fusses over Mike, holding up different shirts and jackets against him. She can't help but notice how Phyllis's hands linger just a bit too long as she measures his shoulders.

"Well," Mona interjects, perhaps a bit too briskly, "we should continue the tour. Lots more to see, Mr. Blessing."

As they exit the costume department, Mike leans in close to Mona. "Was that a hint of the green-eyed monster I detected back there, Mrs. Blessing?" he whispers, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Mona shoots him a warning glance. "Don't be ridiculous," she mutters. "And keep your voice down."

They continue down the hallway, maintaining a professional distance. As they round a corner, they nearly collide with Susie, who's carrying an armload of makeup supplies.

"Oh! Mr. Blessing, I see you've met our Mona," Susie says, her eyes mischievous. "I'm Susie, head of hair and makeup. I'll be making sure you look your best on camera."

Mike shakes her hand, a bemused expression on his face. "Pleasure to meet you, Susie."

Susie's eyes dart between Mike and Mona, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "So, how are you finding our little production so far, Mr. Blessing?" she asks, her tone just a touch too innocent.

Mike clears his throat, glancing briefly at Mona before answering. "It's been quite the experience already. Everyone seems very... friendly."

"Oh, we're just one big happy family here," Susie says, her grin widening. "Isn't that right, Mona?"

Mona forces a smile, silently willing Susie to behave. "That's right. Now, if you'll excuse us, we need to finish the tour. Mr. Blessing has a lot more to see."

As they turn to leave, Susie calls out, "Don't forget to show him the supply closets, Mona. You never know when those might come in handy!"

Mona feels her cheeks flush as she hurries Mike away, pointedly ignoring his raised eyebrows.

As they walk away, Mike leans in close to Mona. "She knows, doesn't she?" he whispers.

Mona sighs, keeping her voice low. "Yes, Susie knows. She's my best friend - it was hard to keep it from her."

Mike nods, a hint of worry creasing his brow. "Do you think she can keep our secret?"

"She can," Mona assures him. "Susie may love to tease, but she knows how important this is." I wonder if I'm going to eat those words…

They round another corner, finding themselves in a quieter part of the studio. Mike glances around before gently pulling Mona into a small alcove.

"Mona," he says softly, his eyes serious. "Are you sure about this? It's not too late to come clean."

Mona reaches up, straightening his collar. "Mike, you earned this role on your own merit. I won't let anyone think otherwise."

He catches her hand, holding it for a moment. Mike's eyes soften as he looks at Mona, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know, and I appreciate that. But this charade... it's going to be harder than we thought."

Mona nods, her fingers intertwining with his for just a moment before she reluctantly pulls away. "We'll make it work," she says firmly. "We have to."

Just then, they hear footsteps approaching. They quickly step apart, Mona smoothing her skirt as Mike adjusts his hat.

They continue the tour, maintaining their professional façades as they pass various crew members. Mona points out the prop department and the writers' room, all while cognizant of Mike's presence beside her.

As they approach the end of the tour, Bob Rafelson's voice booms from behind them. "Jensen! Blessing! Just the two people I wanted to see."

Mona and Mike turn, both working to keep their expressions neutral as Bob strides towards them, a stack of papers in his hand.

"How's the tour going?" Bob asks, his eyes darting between them.

"Very informative," Mike replies smoothly. "Miss Jensen has been most helpful and informative."

Bob nods approvingly. "Good, good. Listen, Blessing, we need to get you set up with wardrobe and makeup tests. Jensen, can you take him over to Phyllis and Susie?"

Mona's stomach does a little flip at the thought of Mike with Phyllis again, but she keeps her face neutral. "Of course, Bob. Right away."

As they walk towards the costume department, Mike leans in slightly. "You okay?" he murmurs, concern evident in his voice.

Mona gives a tight nod. "Fine. Just... remember to keep things professional with Phyllis, okay?"

Mike's eyebrows raise slightly, but he nods. "Of course. You know you're the only girl for me, Mrs. Blessing." He lovingly winks at her.

They arrive back at the costume department, where Phyllis is waiting with an array of colorful shirts and jackets. Her face lights up when she sees Mike. "Ah, Mr. Blessing! Perfect timing. I've pulled some options for you to try on."

As Phyllis ushers Mike behind a changing screen, Mona hovers awkwardly near the door, unsure whether to stay or go. She watches as Phyllis hands Mike various shirts and jackets, her hands lingering just a bit too long as she adjusts collars and smooths lapels.

"Oh, this look is perfect on you," Phyllis coos, stepping back to admire Mike in a yellow button down and black velvet vest. "It really brings out your eyes."

Mike catches Mona's gaze in the mirror, a flash of satisfaction crossing his face. "It's great, Phyllis. But I think I'd like Miss Jensen's opinion too. She seems to have a good eye for these things."

Mona blinks in surprise, but quickly composes herself. "Oh, well, I'm not really qualified to-"

"Nonsense. You pick out my clothes at home…"

Mona freezes, her eyes widening in panic at Mike's slip. Phyllis looks between them, confusion evident on her face.

"I mean," Mike quickly recovers, "You pick out clothes for the extras all the time, right? I've seen you helping out around set."

Mona nods vigorously, relief washing over her. "Yes, of course. I do help with wardrobe from time to time."

Phyllis seems to accept this explanation, though she eyes Mona with a hint of suspicion. "Well then, what do you think of this ensemble, Miss Jensen?"

Mona steps closer, examining Mike with a critical eye. She fights to maintain a professional demeanor as she takes in how the vest accentuates his lean frame. "It's... very nice," she manages. "But perhaps something in green would complement his hat better?"

Phyllis considers this for a moment, then nods. "You know, you might be onto something there, Jensen." She rummages through a nearby rack, pulling out a forest green button-down. "Here, Mr. Blessing, try this on instead."

As Mike changes behind the screen, Mona catches Susie entering the costume department, her arms full of makeup supplies. Susie raises an eyebrow at Mona, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"How's the wardrobe fitting going?" Susie asks nonchalantly, setting down her supplies.

"Just fine," Mona replies, perhaps a bit too quickly. "We're just trying to find the right color palette for Mr. Blessing."

Mike emerges from behind the screen, now wearing the green shirt. Mona's breath catches in her throat - the color brings out the warmth in his eyes.

"Now that's more like it," Phyllis says approvingly, circling Mike with a critical eye. "The green really works with your coloring, Mr. Blessing."

Mona nods in agreement, trying to keep her expression neutral despite the warmth blooming in her chest. "It certainly complements the hat nicely," she manages.

Susie steps forward, makeup brush in hand. "Well, now that we've got the outfit sorted, let's see about your face, Mr. Blessing. We'll need to do some camera tests to make sure the makeup holds up under the lights."

As Susie guides Mike to a nearby makeup chair, Mona finds herself hovering awkwardly, unsure of her role now that the wardrobe fitting is done.

"Jensen," Phyllis calls, snapping Mona out of her thoughts. "Since you seem to have a good eye for this, why don't you help me sort through some other outfit options for Mr. Blessing while Susie works her magic?"

Grateful for the distraction, Mona nods and moves to join Phyllis at a rack of colorful shirts and jackets. As they sift through racks of costumes, Mona can't help but sneak glances at Mike. Susie chatters away as she applies foundation and powder, but Mike's eyes keep finding Mona's in the mirror. He gives her a subtle nod, his eyes agleam with amusement.

"So, Mr. Blessing," Susie says, her tone just a touch too innocent, "tell me about yourself. Are you married? Got a special someone waiting for you at home?"

Mona nearly drops the shirt she's holding, her heart racing. She shoots a warning glance at Susie, who pretends not to notice.

Mike clears his throat, his eyes meeting Mona's briefly in the mirror before he responds. "Ah, well, I like to keep my personal life private, if you don't mind. I'm here to focus on the music and the show."

Susie nods, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Of course, of course. Very professional of you. But you know, we're all like family here on set. No secrets among family, right?"

Phyllis, who has been listening intently, pipes up. "Oh, come now Susie, let the man have some privacy. Besides, I'm sure all the ladies will be swooning over him once the show airs. Best to keep an air of mystery, don't you think?"

Mona shoots Phyllis a grateful look, though she shudders at the thought of women swooning over Mike. She busies herself with the clothing rack, trying to push the feeling aside.

"You're right, of course," Susie concedes with a sigh, though her eyes still dance with mischief. "Still, it's fun to speculate. What do you think, Mona? Doesn't Mr. Blessing here seem like the type to have a secret romance?"

Mona nearly chokes on air, fumbling with a hanger. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "I'm sure Mr. Blessing's personal life is his own business," she says, striving for a neutral tone. "We should focus on getting him camera-ready for the show."

Mike catches her eye in the mirror, a moment of gratitude passing between them. "Miss Jensen's right," he says smoothly, "I'd much rather talk about the music. That's why I'm here, after all."

Susie sighs dramatically, but her eyes dance with humor. "Oh, alright. You two are no fun. But mark my words, Mr. Blessing, the ladies are going to go wild for you once this show hits the airwaves."

Phyllis nods in agreement, holding up another shirt to Mike's chest. "Absolutely. With these looks and that talent, you'll be beating them off with a stick…"

As Phyllis's voice trails off, Bob Rafelson's voice booms from the doorway. "How's it coming along in here? We need to get Blessing camera-ready for the first round of test shots."

Mona breathes an audible sigh of relief. Safe for now…

Mike stands up from the makeup chair, adjusting his green wool hat. "I think we're just about done here, Mr. Rafelson," he says calmly. "Miss Lyndell has worked her magic."

Susie smiles, putting the finishing touches on Mike's makeup. "He's all set, Bob. Camera-ready and guaranteed to make the girls swoon."

Mona feels a pang in her chest at Susie's words but keeps her face neutral. Bob nods approvingly as he surveys Mike from head to toe. "Looking good, Blessing. The green really works for you."

"Excellent work, ladies," Bob says. "Jensen, why don't you escort Mr. Blessing to soundstage three? We need to see how he looks under the lights."

Mona nods, grateful for the excuse to leave the charged atmosphere of the costume department. "Of course, Bob. This way, Mr. Blessing."

As they exit the costume department, Mike falls into step beside Mona. They walk in silence for a moment, both conscious of the crew members bustling around them.

"That was a close call back there," Mike murmurs, his voice low enough that only Mona can hear.

Mona nods, keeping her voice just as low. "Too close. We need to be more careful."

They round a corner, finding themselves momentarily alone in a quiet hallway. Mike glances around before leaning in closer.

"You know, Mrs. Blessing," he whispers, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I think Phyllis might have a bit of a crush on me."

Mona rolls her eyes, but can't quite suppress a smile. "Oh, you think so, do you? I hadn't noticed," she replies dryly.

Mike grins, his eyes twinkling. "Should I be flattered that you're jealous?"

"I am not jealous," Mona hisses, though her cheeks flush slightly. "I'm just... concerned about maintaining our professional boundaries."

"Right, of course," Mike nods, his expression softening. "You know you have nothing to worry about, don't you?"

Mona sighs, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I know. It's just... this is all so complicated. I want you to succeed, Mike. I really do. But watching other women fawn over you..."

Mike glances around quickly before taking Mona's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hey," he says softly, "you're the only woman for me, Mrs. Blessing. Always have been, always will be."

For a moment, they stand there, fingers intertwined, eyes locked. Then the sound of approaching footsteps breaks the spell. They quickly step apart, resuming their professional demeanor just as a group of crew members walks down the hallway.

As they near soundstage three, Mona's mind races. This charade is proving more difficult than she'd anticipated. The constant need for vigilance, the stolen glances, the suppressed urges to reach out and touch Mike – it's all taking its toll.

"Here we are, Mr. Blessing," Mona says as they reach the soundstage door, her voice perhaps a touch too formal. "They'll get you set up for the camera tests inside."

Mike nods, his hand on the door handle. He pauses, glancing back at Mona with a hint of concern in his eyes. "Will you be staying for the camera tests, Miss Jensen?"

Mona hesitates, torn between her desire to watch Mike shine and her fear of giving away their secret. "I'm not sure if that's necessary. I have quite a bit of paperwork to catch up on..."

Just then, Bob's voice booms from inside the soundstage. "Jensen! Get in here. I need you to take notes during the screen test."

Mona's eyes widen slightly, but she quickly composes herself. "Well, it seems I will be staying after all, Mr. Blessing."

As Mike and Mona enter the soundstage, they're immediately enveloped in a whirlwind of activity. Crew members bustle about, adjusting lights and positioning cameras. The air hums with anticipation and the metallic scent of equipment.

Bob waves them over to where he's standing near the main camera setup. "Blessing, I want you to stand on that mark there," he instructs, pointing to a piece of tape on the floor. "Jensen, you can sit here and take notes."

Mona settles into a chair just off-camera, notebook in hand. She watches as Mike takes his position, guitar slung across his chest. Under the bright lights, his green shirt seems to glow, making his eyes sparkle. Mona swallows hard, forcing herself to focus on her task.

"Alright, Blessing," Bob calls out. "We're going to run through a few scenes. First, I want you to play bit of that song you auditioned with. Then we'll try some dialogue. Just relax and be yourself. We want to see how you come across on camera."

Mike nods, adjusting his guitar strap. Mona can see a flicker of nervousness cross his face, but it's quickly replaced by his usual cool demeanor. She resists the urge to give him an encouraging smile, instead focusing intently on her notebook.

"Action!" Bob shouts, and suddenly Mike transforms.

His fingers dance across the guitar strings as he launches into a catchy riff. Then he looks directly into the camera, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Hey there! I'm Michael Nesmith," he drawls in his Texas twang. "But you can call me Mike. I hear you're looking for a few good men to start a band?"

Mona's heart skips a beat as she watches Mike perform. His natural charisma shines through, making it seem as though he's been doing this his whole life. She scribbles notes furiously, trying to focus on the technical aspects of his performance rather than how handsome he looks under the lights.

"Cut!" Bob calls out. "That was great, Blessing. Now let's try a dialogue scene. Jensen, come here for a second."

Mona's eyes widen as she approaches Bob. "Yes, sir?"

"I need you to read some lines with Blessing. Just to see how he plays off someone else," Bob explains, handing her a script.

Mona's pulse quickens as she takes the pages. She glances at Mike, who gives her a subtle wink.

"Places, everyone!" Bob shouts. "And... Action!"

Mona takes a deep breath and steps into frame with Mike. She delivers her lines as professionally as she can, trying to ignore the familiar warmth of his presence beside her.

"So, you're the new guy in the band?" Mona reads from the script, infusing her voice with casual curiosity.

Mike grins, effortlessly slipping into character. "That's right, little lady. Name's Mike. I play a mean guitar and I've got a way with words. What's your story?"

Mona fights back a smile at his exaggerated accent. "Oh, I'm just passing through. But I hear this band of yours is going to be something special."

"You don't know the half of it," Mike drawls, leaning in conspiratorially. "We're gonna take this town by storm."

As Mike and Mona continue their scene together, the chemistry between them is palpable. Even though they're playing characters, there's an ease and familiarity to their interactions that comes across on camera. Mona finds herself getting lost in Mike's eyes as they deliver their lines, momentarily forgetting where they are.

"Cut!" Bob's voice snaps them both back to reality. "That was great, you two. Really natural. Jensen, I didn't know you had acting chops."

Mona blushes, stepping away from Mike. "Oh, I don't really. I was just reading the lines."

"Well, you've got a knack for it," Bob says approvingly. "Blessing, that was excellent. I think we've got everything we need for now. Go ahead and get changed, and we'll see you tomorrow for rehearsals with the rest of the band."

As Mike heads off to change, Mona busies herself gathering her notes, trying to calm her racing heart. She can still feel the phantom warmth of Mike's presence beside her, the echoes of their on-camera chemistry lingering in the air.

"Jensen," Bob's voice cuts through her thoughts. "A word?"

Mona's stomach drops as she follows Bob to a quieter corner of the soundstage. Has he noticed something? Did she and Mike give themselves away?

"Sir?" she asks, struggling to keep her voice steady.

Bob regards her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "That was some pretty convincing acting back there with Blessing. You two have good chemistry."

Mona feels her cheeks flush. "Oh, well, thank you. I was just trying to help Mr. Blessing feel comfortable on camera."

Bob nods slowly, still watching her closely. "You know, Jensen, I've been meaning to ask you something. Your resume mentioned some experience with music production, composing, and session work. Any chance you'd be interested in helping out with some of the recording sessions?"

Mona's eyes widen in surprise. This is an unexpected turn in the conversation. "I... yes, I do have some experience with that," she answers carefully. "Are you offering me a position in the recording studio?"

Bob nods, a hint of a smile on his face. "I think your skills could be valuable there. Plus, it would give you a chance to work more closely with the band, see how they're coming together musically."

Mona's mind races. On one hand, this is an incredible opportunity - a chance to flex her musical muscles and potentially advance her career. On the other hand, it will mean even more time in close proximity to Mike, increasing the risk of their secret being discovered.

"I... I'm honored, Bob," she says, trying to keep her voice steady. "But are you sure I'm qualified? I wouldn't want to overstep my current role."

Bob waves his hand dismissively. "Nonsense. I've seen your work ethic, Jensen. And if you've got the skills, I want to utilize them. We could use someone with a good ear in the studio."

Mona nods, her mind racing. "Well, thank you for the opportunity, Bob. I'd be happy to help however I can."

"Excellent," Bob says with a smile. "We'll start you off assisting Stu Phillips with some of the background music and segues. You've worked with him before, haven't you?"

"Yes… I have. We worked together on the music for the Donna Reed Show."

"Great! If that goes well, we'll see about getting you more involved with the boys' recording sessions."

Mona nods, trying to contain her mix of excitement and anxiety. "Thank you, Bob. I really appreciate the opportunity."

As Bob walks away, Mona lets out a shaky breath. This new role will be challenging enough on its own, but add in the complication of working closely with her secret husband? She isn't sure how they are going to pull this off.

Just then, Mike emerges from the changing room, back in his regular clothes. He catches Mona's eye and raises an eyebrow in question. She gives a subtle nod towards the exit, indicating they should talk outside.

Once they are in the relative privacy of the hallway, Mike leans in close, keeping his voice low. "Everything okay? You look a bit shaken."

Mona glances around to make sure they are alone before responding. "Bob just offered me a position helping out in the recording studio," she whispers. "Working on background music and segues at first, but potentially more involvement with the band's sessions later."

Mike's eyes widen, a mix of excitement and concern crossing his face. "Mona, that's wonderful! But..."

"But it means we'll be working even more closely together," Mona finishes his thought. "I know. It's risky."

Mike runs a hand through his hair, pushing his hat back slightly. "What did you tell him?"

"I accepted," Mona says, biting her lip. "It's too good an opportunity to pass up. Besides, I can't just turn it down without raising suspicions."

Mike nods slowly, his brow furrowed in thought. "You're right, it would look strange if you turned it down. And it is an amazing opportunity for you." He pauses, a small smile playing on his lips. "Plus, I can't deny I'm excited about the chance to make music with you again."

Mona couldn't help but return his smile, though anxiety still churned in her stomach. "It'll be just like old times in the garage, won't it? Except now we'll be in a professional studio, surrounded by people who can't know we're married."

Mike chuckles softly, glancing around before taking Mona's hand and giving it a quick squeeze. "We'll figure it out, darlin'. We always do."

Mona nods, drawing strength from Mike's touch. "You're right. We just need to be extra careful. No slip-ups."

Mike gives her hand one last squeeze before letting go. "We've got this, Mrs. Blessing. Just think of it as our biggest performance yet."

Mona can't help but smile at that. "You always did have a flair for the dramatic, Mr. Jensen."

Just then, they hear footsteps approaching. They quickly step apart, resuming their professional demeanor as Phyllis walks closer.

"Oh, Mr. Blessing! I'm glad I caught you," Phyllis says, a bit breathlessly. "I had a few more ideas for your wardrobe that I wanted to run by you."

Mike nods politely. "Of course, Phyllis. I'd be happy to take a look."

Phyllis beams. Before Mona has a chance to entertain the green-eyed monster, Susie saunters over, her arms full of makeup supplies. She raises an eyebrow at the sight of them. "Well, well. What are you two whispering about in dark corners?"

Mona feels her heart rate quicken at Susie's teasing question. She opens her mouth to respond, but Mike deftly cuts in before she can stumble over an explanation.

"Miss Jensen was just giving me some helpful tips about navigating the studio," Mike says casually. "As the new guy, I'm still learning my way around."

Susie's eyes sparkle with barely contained amusement. "Oh, I'm sure Mona has been very... helpful," she says, her tone laced with innuendo.

Mona shoots her friend a warning glance. "Just doing my job," she says primly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish up."

As Mona turns to leave, Phyllis speaks up. "Oh, before you go, Jensen - I was hoping to get your opinion on those outfit options for Mr. Blessing."

Mona hesitates, torn between her desire to escape the potentially awkward situation and her professional duty. "I'm not sure how much help I can be, Phyllis. Fashion isn't really my area of expertise."

"Nonsense," Phyllis insists. "You have a great eye. You've already helped me out a bunch today. Besides, it's always good to have a woman's perspective, right Mr. Blessing?"

Mike nods, his expression carefully neutral. "Of course. The more input, the better."

Mona sighs internally, realizing she's trapped. "Alright, I suppose I can spare a few minutes."

As they make their way back to the costume department, Susie falls into step beside Mona, leaning in to whisper, "So, how's married life treating you?"

Mona nearly trips over her own feet, but she quickly regains her composure, shooting Susie a sharp look. "Shh!" she hisses. "Someone could hear you!"

Susie rolls her eyes but lowers her voice further. "Relax, no one's paying attention to us. But seriously, how are you holding up with all this sneaking around?"

Mona sighs, her shoulders sagging slightly. "It's... challenging," she admits quietly. "And it just got more complicated. Bob offered me a position helping out in the recording studio."

Susie's eyes widen. "Wow, that's fantastic! But... oh. Oh, I see the problem."

Mona nods grimly. "Exactly. More time working closely with Mike, more chances for someone to catch on."

As they enter the costume department, Phyllis is already pulling out various shirts and jackets for Mike to try on. Mona hangs back, watching as Phyllis holds up different options against Mike's chest, her hands lingering just a bit too long for Mona's comfort.

"What do you think of this one, Mr. Blessing?" Phyllis asks, holding up a paisley shirt in shades of green and blue. "It's very mod, very now. I think it would really bring out your eyes."

Mike glances at Mona with a bemused expression. "It's nice, but I'm not sure it's quite my style. What do you think, Miss Jensen? You seem to have a good eye for these things."

Mona steps forward, forcing herself to look at the shirt objectively rather than focusing on how close Phyllis is standing to Mike. "The pattern is a bit busy for the cameras," she says carefully.

"You think so? Let's try it anyway," Phyllis insists. "Mr. Blessing, would you try it on for us? You might be surprised at how nice it looks on you." Phyllis pushes the clothes into Mike's hands.

As Mike disappears behind the changing screen, Susie sidles up to Mona. "So, how does it feel watching another woman dress your husband?" she whispers teasingly.

Mona clenches her jaw, fighting to keep her expression neutral. "Susie, please," she snears under her breath. "This is hard enough without your commentary."

Susie raises her hands in mock surrender, though her eyes still dance with mischief. "Alright, alright. I'll behave."

Just then, Mike emerges from behind the screen, adjusting the collar of the paisley shirt. Mona's breath catches in her throat - as much as she hates to admit it, Phyllis is right. The shirt does bring out the brown in Mike's eyes, but it also highlights the lean muscles of his chest in a way that makes her pulse quicken.

"Well?" Mike asks, spreading his arms. "What's the verdict?"

Phyllis claps her hands together in delight. "Oh, it's perfect! You look absolutely groovy, Mr. Blessing. Don't you agree, Miss Jensen?"

Mona swallows hard, forcing herself to maintain a professional demeanor. "It's... certainly eye-catching," she manages. "But I still think it might be too busy for the cameras. Perhaps something a bit more subdued?"

Phyllis frowns slightly. "I suppose you have a point."

Mike catches Mona's eye, a hint of amusement in his expression. "You know, I think Miss Jensen might be right. As much as I appreciate your eye for fashion, Phyllis, we should probably stick to something simpler for the show."

Phyllis sighs, but nods in agreement. "I suppose you're right. Well, let's try something else then. How about this?" She holds up a plain black button-down shirt.

As Mike disappears behind the changing screen again, Susie leans in close to Mona. "Nice save there," she whispers. "But you might want to tone down the jealous wife act a bit. Your eyes were practically shooting daggers at poor Phyllis."

Mona feels her cheeks flush. "I was not…" she starts to protest, but Susie cuts her off with a knowing look.

"Honey, I've known you since we were five years old. I can read you like a book," Susie whispers. "But don't worry, I don't think anyone else noticed. Just... try to relax a little, okay? No one's trying to steal your man."

Mona takes a deep breath, nodding slightly. "You're right," she murmurs. "I need to keep it together."

Just then, Mike emerges from behind the screen again, this time wearing the simple black button-down. The shirt fits him perfectly, accentuating his lean frame without being flashy.

"Now that's more like it," Mona says, unable to keep a hint of approval from her voice. "Classic and camera-friendly." Mike catches Mona's eye, a hint of a smile playing at the corners.

Phyllis nods reluctantly. "I suppose it does look subdued, yet stylish. Come to think of it, it seems to match his personality better than the bolder outfits."

Mike turns to examine himself in the mirror, adjusting the collar of the black shirt. "You know, I think you ladies are right. This feels more like me, though I do appreciate your creative vision, Phyllis."

Phyllis nods, circling Mike with a critical eye. "Yes, I can see it now. We'll build your wardrobe around this classic look. Maybe add some pops of color with accessories or the occasional patterned shirt, but keep the base simple and elegant."

Susie leans in close to Mona. "See? Crisis averted. Your man's not running off with the costume designer anytime soon."

Mona rolls her eyes, but can't quite suppress a smile. "Oh, hush," she whispers back.

As Phyllis begins jotting down notes and measurements, Susie steps forward with her makeup kit. "Alright, Mr. Blessing, now that we've got your look sorted, let's see about your face. We need to make sure your makeup will hold up under the lights."

Mike settles into the makeup chair, catching Mona's eye in the mirror. There's a hint of amusement in his gaze, as if he's enjoying watching the commotion swirling around him.

Bob's voice suddenly booms from the doorway, making everyone jump. "How's it coming in here? We need to get Blessing camera-ready for the next round of test shots."

"We're just about done, Bob," Phyllis calls out, making a few final adjustments to Mike's shirt. "Just need Susie to finish up his makeup."

Bob nods, his eyes scanning the room. "Jensen, I need you to take notes during the screen test. Meet us on soundstage three in five minutes."

As Bob leaves, Mona feels a mix of relief and anxiety. Relief at having an excuse to step away from the tinder box of the costume department, but anxiety about what the screen test might reveal.

"Well, Mr. Blessing," Susie says, applying a light layer of powder to Mike's face, "looks like you're about to make your small screen debut. Nervous?"

Mike grins, his eyes meeting Mona's in the mirror. "Nah, I reckon I can handle it. Just hope I don't trip over my own feet or flub my lines too terribly."

As they make their way to soundstage three, Mike falls into step beside Mona, keeping his voice low. "You okay? You seemed a bit tense back there."

Mona glances around to make sure no one is within earshot before responding. "I'm fine. It's just... harder than I expected, watching other women fawn over you."

Mike's expression softens. "You know you have nothing to worry about, right? You're the only woman for me, Mrs. Blessing."

Mona nods, forcing a small smile. "I know. It's just going to take some getting used to, I suppose."

They arrive at the soundstage, where Bob is already barking orders to the crew. "Blessing, I want you on that mark there," he says, pointing to a piece of tape on the floor. "Jensen, you can sit here and take notes."

As Mike takes his position on the mark, Mona settles into a chair just off-camera, notebook in hand. She watches as the crew adjusts the lights, the air humming with anticipation.

"Alright, Blessing," Bob calls out. "We're going to run through a few different scenarios. First, I want to see you make funny faces into the camera. I want to see your humorous side. Just relax and be yourself."

Mike nods, adjusting his green hat. Mona can see a glimmer of trepidation cross his face, but it's quickly replaced by his usual cool demeanor. She again resists the urge to give him an encouraging smile, instead focusing intently on her notebook.

"Action!" Bob shouts, and like in the previous screen test, suddenly Mike transforms.

Mona watches in amazement as Mike performs for the camera. His usual reserved demeanor vanishes, replaced by an exuberant goofiness she's rarely seen from him before. He crosses his eyes, puffs out his cheeks, and contorts his face into increasingly ridiculous expressions, each one more comical than the last.

Bob doubles over with laughter, tears streaming down his face as he struggles to maintain his composure. "Cut!" he finally manages to gasp out between chuckles. "Blessing, that was... that was something else!"

Mike grins, a hint of his usual shyness returning now that the camera had stopped rolling. "Was that okay? I wasn't sure if I was going too far..."

"Too far?" Bob exclaims, wiping his eyes. "It was perfect! You've got a natural talent for physical comedy, my boy. We're definitely going to use that in the show."

Mona watches the exchange, torn between Mike's performance and anxiety about his growing star power. She knows Mike is talented, but seeing him shine like this, in his element, is something else entirely. She scribbles furiously in her notebook, trying to capture every detail of his performance rather than focus on her conflicting emotions.

"Alright, let's try something else," Bob says, composing himself. "Blessing, I want you to improvise a short monologue. Pretend you're trying to convince someone to join your band. Go!"

Mike nods, taking a deep breath.

"Hello! My name's Mike Nesmith, but you can call me Mike or Nez or Nesmith. Just don't call me late for dinner." Mike grins awkwardly, then returns to a semi-serious demeanor.

"So, I have this band. It's called The Monkees, like the animal but with two "Es" at the end instead of a "Y." Anyway, I'm the guitarist and lead singer, but we're looking for a bass player, a drummer, and maybe a keyboardist. We're a bit unconventional, but it's an adventure. Fame, fun, and a family of misfits. What do you say?"

Satisfied, Bob yells, "Cut! Jensen, make sure you have notes on this performance. That was great stuff."

"Really?" asks Mike, unconvinced.

"Yeah. You're a natural, kid. Let's wrap for today and continue this on Monday morning at 10am. I still have some other work to do with the other three members. Welcome to The Monkees!"

"Thank you, Mr. Rafelson. I'll be here at 10am sharp on Monday morning."

"Great! And call me Bob."

"Okay, Bob."

"Jensen! I need to see you in my office, pronto!"

"Of course, Bob." Mona finishes her notes and shoots Mike a hopeless look. He shoots an understanding look back to her. This exchange is not lost on Bob.

"Wait, Jensen, please escort Mr. Blessing to the front of the building and then come to my office."

"Yes, Bob." Mona and Mike exit the soundstage without a word between them.

Once in the hallway, Mike breaks the ice. "Whoa. What do you think Bob wants to see you about? Did we give ourselves away during those tests?"

"I don't know," answers Mona, nervously. "I hope we were able to keep everything under wraps. Let's just keep walking and act like nothing's happened. We're just two colleagues walking down the hallway together."

Mike and Mona finally make it to the front entrance. They silently bid farewell to each other and Mona turns around and heads towards Bob's office, anxiously awaiting her meeting with him.

Mona scurries into Bob's office and sits down in a chair in front of his desk – the very chair that her husband sat in during his initial interview four hours prior. Bob walks in, sits down at his desk, and proceeds to light his fifteenth cigarette of the day.

"So Jensen, what do you think of Mr. Blessing? Be honest."

Mona hesitates to answer. She wasn't prepared for such a pointblank inquiry. Do I tell the truth or do I lie and continue the charade?

"Well…? What do you think? What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Bob asks, slightly annoyed.

"Well… No…," Mona stammers.

"Well, what's wrong? Why can't you answer a simple question?"

Mona's throat starts to get scratchy, as if she's about to cry. She takes a deep breath and then blurts out, "I think he's great and it's not just because he's my husband!" Mona chokes back tears.

"He's your what?"

"He's my husband," Mona cries out.

"Okay. Jensen, you don't need to cry about it. I'm not mad."

"You're not?" she sniffs.

"No, just disappointed."

"Disappointed? Why?" she whimpers.

"Because had you just told me that your husband was multi-talented and interested in auditioning, you could have saved me a hell of a lot of time and trouble."

Mona regains her composure, "I didn't know he was interested until he showed up. I had no idea that he had answered the ad for this show. Neither my ad nor his ad gave a lot of information, you know."

"Touché."

"Hindsight's 20/20, Bob."

"Okay, okay. I just don't understand why you kept it a secret."

"Once I saw Mike in line, I didn't want anyone to think that I played favorites or pulled strings to score him an audition. I wanted him to earn his place based on his own merits, not special favors."

"Fair enough. So, what do you want to do going forward? Your 'secret' doesn't have to leave this office, although the truth may come out whether or not you want it to."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean. If you're that worried, then you know that your interactions with 'Mr. Blessing' will give away your relationship. You both have undeniable chemistry."

"Can we just not explicitly mention it?"

"If that's what you want, then it's fine with me, capiche?"

"Thanks, Bob. I'm glad I got that off my chest. See you tomorrow!"

"See ya, kid."

Notes

- Mike and Mona both answer ads in Variety

- Mike - For a role on the show

- Mona - For a production assistant job

- They both get the positions they applied for

- HR doesn't notice right away that Mona and Mike are married to each other

- Mona's professional name (Mona Jensen) and Mike's pseudonym (Michael Blessing) initially obscured their relationship

- They both quickly prove that they can do their jobs well and don't let their marriage get in the way of their professional relationship(s) or the performance of their jobs

- Mike and Mona then secure jobs for Susie and the rest of the band (Survivors):

- Phyllis: Costumes

- Susie: Hair and Makeup

- Bill Chadwick: Micky's body double/guitar tech

- John London: Mike's body double/guitar tech

- John Ware: Drum/percussion tech

- Mona occasionally writes segway music for Stu Phillips and also plays for recording sessions

- Wins a Grammy in 1967 for Best Original Score in a TV Series

- Rejected as an extra because she was "too curvy"

- "Is it because the show's idea of 'beauty' is fully developed women passing themselves off as pre-pubescent girls, Bob?" "You know the rules, Jensen. No Tits."

- Contrary to popular belief, Mona did NOT influence Bob's decision to pick Mike

- She had no idea that the ad Mike answered was for the same show as the one she answered until Mike shows up at the Cattle Call

- However, she inadvertently puts him at the head of the line of people she was checking in that day

- Bob calls Mona into his office for some errand and she still has Mike's intake form in her hand

- Bob asks her for the form and calls Mike in.

- Mona scurries away to run her errand before she and Mike can cross paths

- Mike puts down his last name as "Blessing"

- Part of he and Mona's attempt to hide their relationship

- Mike wouldn't think of trying to get Mona to use her position or clout to try to give him an advantage

- Later in the process, once Bob figures out that Mona and Mike are a married couple, he tells Mona:

BR: Jensen, you could have saved me a hell of a lot of time and trouble if you had just told me that your husband was multi-talented and interested in auditioning."

MJ: I didn't know he was interested until he showed up. I had no idea that he had answered the ad for THIS show. Neither my ad nor his ad gave a lot of information, you know.

BR: Touché.

MJ: Hindsight's 20/20, Bob.