The DREAM WORLD Series
DAYDREAM REALITY
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George and LB walked along together down the street. Not much had
been said since they left the pad, but they really did need to
talk. About everything. About the change, about what they planned
to do next, heck, about what they wanted for dinner! Anything was
better than just walking along in silence.
"So..." LB tried to fill the void. He was only rewarded
with the sound quickly being sucked back into the silence vaccum.
"Come on. Talk to me. You've gotta be feeling something by
now. Shock does wear off, you know."
George nodded. "I just don't know what ta think right now.
At first I was too blown away ta feel much of anythin', ya know?
Then it was this rage over bein' ripped away from my real life.
Now?" He grunted. "It's rather excitin'. An adventure,
even. But---"
"You're afraid to admit that you might actually be having a
bit of fun with it, right?" LB's question was rewarded with
an imperceptible nod. "And then not be able to pull yourself
back."
"We should be thinkin' about how to get back, not 'Oh look!
I'm Davy Jones now!'" George kicked a stone down the street
in frustration and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Maybe we can find someone else who really knows what's
going on?"
"How da we do that?"
"Well, we are Monkees. Ask a few pretty girls. I
mean, with your baby face and my sparkling wit---"
"Oh, get over yahself!" They laughed.
At a turn in the road, George became aware of two young girls
walking towards them, both of which seemed to recognise him at
once. Oh boy. Here goes. Time to go into the act... He
was also aware of LB snickering as he walked along beside him. If
he had the time and those four inches that had mysteriously
vanished from his height, he would have slapped the blonde
musician senseless right there on the sidewalk. Lucky for LB,
there wasn't time for that right now since---
"Hi Davy!" The one on the left with long brown hair
grinned and waved her hand.
"'Ey there." George wasn't sure what to say next. Did
Davy know this girl? Was she just trying to get his attention?
"Don't tell me you've forgotten already! I'm Veronica! We
met at your last gig?" She looked slightly annoyed.
"Ah. Sorry. I remembah now." George lied, and glanced
at LB for help. When none came he kept going. "Just been a
long day s'all."
"Oh I know what you mean!!" The girl beside Veronica
suddenly exploded into speach, scaring the heck out of LB and
making him jump a little. "I woke up this morning and I
seriously had the world's WORST headache! Like someone had run me
over with a truck or something. And I had this weird
feeling----"
Veronica's eyes went wide with alarm. How embarrasing to have her
friend get a sudden case of running at the mouth! And right
infront of two of The Monkees! "Sorry about my friend. She
talks too much."
George hadn't heard Veronica's attempt at covering for her friend
and most certainly hadn't noticed her embarrasement. Something
the other girl had said caught his attention. A 'weird' feeling?
This was worth pursuing. LB caught George's eye and turned on the
awkward charm.
"H-hi! I'm Peter." He stuttered and made a show of
acting like he was so taken with her that he could barely talk.
He was rewarded with a quick giggle from her and decided to keep
pressing his advantage.
"I'm Melanie." She stifled her giggle.
Pulling Veronica aside, George could almost hear the gears in his
mind grinding on overdrive. Think Davy. "I think
Petah likes your friend." He began lamely. "She get
headaches a lot?"
"Not really. Matter of fact, I can't remember the last time
she got one... I mean, before now that is." Veronica shifted
her weight. "But let's not talk about her right now. I want
to talk about you. David Thomas Jones. Lead singer of The
Monkees. There's so much I don't know about you."
"Well, there's not much to tell." REALLY. I studied
this guy, but I didn't expect a pop quiz on his life. Where is
she going with this anyway? George called up as much
information as he could remember. He was going to need it.
"Modest. There's another reason I like you so much."
She was really trying hard to get on his good side now.
LB felt an opportunity pop up. "Modest? Davy?" He
chuckled. Melanie, by now, was right at his elbow and she looked
utterly star struck. "You sure we're talking about the same
guy here?"
"Petah, why don't you and ya new friend go somewhere...
else." He glared. Throwing his hands up in the air, LB
walked off hand in hand with Melanie, giggling the whole way.
George turned back to his date, beet red.
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Waterlogged, Aaron slogged up out of the surf and deposited
himself on his towel laying in the sand. A nice long swim had
proved just what he needed to clear his thoughts. Now he could
focus on the problem that lay ahead. They had fallen asleep on
the set in Toronto and had mysteriously woken up here. But even
this wasn't quite the world that the real Monkees lived in. This
was like a world where the Monkees were actually struggling
musicians, not just playing a band on TV. He vaguely recalled the
plot of a Star Trek episode where Data had explained how every
time someone performed a task with the potential for multiple
outcomes, each outcome did, in fact, occur... but in an alternate
universe.
"Micky?"
Which was a pretty funny thought. Could that include any
situation? Like if he chose the cheeseburger at McDonald's
instead of the McChicken, would THAT create alternate realities?
Just how significant would it be if he selected the beef over the
poultry? What was it's place in the grand scheme of things?
"Micky?!"
In other scenarios it made more sense however. Like if America
had stayed out of World War One just a little while longer any
number of historical events could have been seriously affected,
or have never happened at all.
"MICKY!!!"
Aaron jumped about a mile in the air. Somone had been calling
him. Still not used to answering to that name. He
reprimanded himself and looked up to see who had beconed him.
"That is you, isn't it, man?" A young guy, probably in
his early twenties was walking towards him. Somehow the name
instantly popped into his head. Eric. And why exactly
was that? Just because Aaron looked like Micky now, did he really
share all of his memories?
"Uh... yep." He jumped to his feet. He's a sciences
major who dabbles in music on the side. Weird combination.
The wealth of data just kept coming to him. Observation alone
told him a lot about the man's character as it was. He wore a
rather conservative outfit, form-fitting, but not outrageously
tight jeans with a blue pullover sweatshirt. His hair was a
honey-blonde color, cut relatively short in comparison to
everyone else he'd observed wandering the beach today. To top off
the look, the young man also had a pair of glasses perched on the
end of his nose. Definately a student of some kind but still
groovy in his own, unique way.
"Well, why didn't you answer me? I must have been calling
your name for five minutes." Eric smiled and slapped him on
the back. Aaron coughed, having had the wind slightly knocked out
of him. Might look like a book worm, but man does he work
out. Aaron added ruefully to the physical profile.
"Must've had my mind somewhere else." And boy that was no
lie.
"The other guys around? You remember what you
promised!" Eric stared expectantly and waited. And waited.
"You do remember, don't you?"
"Who, me? Pffft! Of course!" Aaron tacked on a very
forced laugh in an attempt at emphasis.
"You've always been a terrible liar." The young man
chuckled and let out an exasperated sigh. "You promised
you'd let me try my lecture out on you. Quantum Time Displacement
Theorems." Aaron's hesitation apparently didn't strike Eric
as out of the ordinary, so he quickly pressed on. "Oh, I
know. You gave me the whole 'I'm not really into that
sort of thing' speach before. Don't worry. I won't be offended if
you nod off. I'm guessing most of my class will too, given their
amazing track record with lectures." A smile spread across
his face. "Kinda like a dress rehearsal for the actual
thing. Just don't snore too loudly, k?"
Running a hand through the curly locks he was still getting
adjusted to dealing with, Aaron nodded. What else could he say?
Maybe if he was lucky he would fall asleep and wake up
back on the couch on the movie set.
"So, where are the other guys at?" Eric stooped and
picked up the overstuffed backpack he had been carrying with him.
Snapping to attention, Aaron replied. "Uhm, Mike's up at the
house... Davy and Peter went out for a walk, I guess. They'll be
back eventually. We have a gig tomorrow night, so they'll have to
show up sooner or later."
Before Aaron had even finished with 'out for a walk', Eric was
off and bounding up the beach house stairs. Oh boy. Better go
bail out Jeff before that guy starts on HIM with the mound of
unanswerable questions. Taking the steps two at a time,
Aaron had managed to catch up with Eric just before he walked
inside and would have probably scared the living daylights out of
Jeff.
"Lemme go in first. Mike's probably.... sleeping or
something." Boy, Aaron wasn't used to this quick thinking
stuff. At least, he wasn't accustomed to having to do it several
times a day.
Eric gestured that he understood, even if his head was
slightly cocked to the side in confusion. Not waiting to explain
himself, Aaron hurled himself inside and caught sight of Jeff.
"We have company." He said simply.
Jeff groaned. This 24/7 acting was getting awefully tiresome.
"Who?"
The young science major stuck his head in at that moment.
"Hey Mike! What's up, man?"
"Tha ceilin'?" Jeff replied, bewildered. It was getting
really disconcerting to have all these people recognizing him and
to not have a clue who they were. Recognising Mike. He
corrected himself ruefully. Boy I miss the way things used to
be. I'll never take plain old Jeff Geddis for granted again,
that's for certain..
Eric grinned. "I can see you're in a good mood today."
He plopped his large backpack down on the floor with a thud and
unzipped it. "I've come to take you up on that offer to
listen to my lecture for class."
Jeff's jaw dropped to the floor. Aaron was in so much trouble.
The last thing he had wanted to do was listen to some kid's
boring old school project, and Aaron should have known that!
"I'm really not up ta that right now." He tried his
best to remain polite about the whole situation, but he felt his
whole mood was sitting on a bomb with a very short fuse that had
just been lit. "Too busy. I don't really 'ave time for your
lecture stuff."
"Uh. Alright... I'll come back later." Eric said,
slightly taken aback. He numbly backed off and headed for the
door which he had just entered through moments before.
"M-maybe it'd be better if all four of you guys were here
anyway." He slung his backpack on his shoulder again and
walked out. It hadn't been a strict chastation like Mike usually
gave, but he knew the warning signs and beat knew that beating a
hastey retreat was probably the best idea at this point. For
Hell hath no fury like a cranky Texan.
Aaron turned his shocked face to Jeff. "Oh gee. Didn't know
we were going with the blunt and rude approach tonight. Must have
missed the memo." Jeff's only response was an exasperated
sigh followed by trudging over to the spiral staircase and
heading straight up to bed. Maybe some rest would clear
everyone's thoughts. Aaron flopped back down on the couch,
wishing with all his might that just by visualizing the backstage
area infront of him, it would miraculously be there and this
nightmare would finally end.
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Despite his external cool, Eric was a bit taken aback to say the
least. Micky hadn't given him any indication that he would be
welcomed in with anything but open arms. Mike nevertheless was
coming off as quite hostile and... something else. He had picked
up that something else on Micky too when he had first seen his
old pal laying faceup in the sand, come to think of it. An
uneasiness and almost forced feeling had been present in even the
most casual of conversation. As if it had taken great thought to
respond. Something was out of sync around here and he was going
to find out what.
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LB walked into the pad relatively early considering the girl who
had spent the afternoon firmly attached to his forearm had
assumed they were on a date and looked pretty desolate when he
broke things off early. However, his main motive had been to pump
her for information about her headaches and that he had. It was a
long shot, but her sudden feeling of disorientation might have
been connected to their appearance here this morning.
"Hey guys." He walked in to find Aaron conked out on
the couch and Jeff nowhere in sight. "Guys?"
Aaron started with a snort and sat up. Eyes closed, he turned in
the sound of LB's voice. "Man I was having the weirdest
dream." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stood up.
Upon seeing his friend's appearance, he deflated once again.
"Not a dream."
"Sorry." LB shrugged and tossed his jacket into the
corner. "Jeff around?"
Aaron pointed up the spiral staircase. "Sleeping. Or
brooding. Or possibly a combination of the two."
"Guessing George found a pretty blonde to spend some quality
time with?" The curly haired actor made his way over to the
kitchen and pulled a bottle of milk out of the fridge. LB smirked
and nodded. George might not be the real David Jones, but he
still had a lot of the guy's instincts. Including the tendancy at
chasing skirts all around the state. He was a fine one to talk
though. He'd become a lot more reserved and awkward since being
slapped down in the middle of Peter Tork's life too.
"I met this girl today." LB decided the best way to
start was at the beginning. "She was really nice and all
and---"
"You're blushing." Aaron was grinning from ear to ear
and proudly displaying a milk moustache.
"What? No I'm not. I'm fine around girls." LB felt the
rising heat on his cheeks and knew he was going to get nailed for
trying to deny it.
"Well, Luke Bradford Fisher might have been fine around
girls, but remember who's life you're leading right now."
Aaron said nonchalantly and wiped the milk with his sleeve. A
silence decended upon the room and Aaron instantly wished he
could have taken back what he just said. Way to go, Idaho.
Awkward moment number 1,379.
"Why do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?" Aaron tried to look innocently at him.
"Pointing out what's happened as if I didn't already know
it! Carrying on like we'll never be ourselves again. Damnit,
Aaron, I am Luke Bradford Fisher!"
"Was." Jeff had come out of the bedroom and was looking
down at his roommates with a sad, almost melancholy gaze. He had
been doing some heavy thinking on the subject. Maybe it was about
time they stopped fighting and resigned themselves to the fact
that they were most probably stuck here. The sooner we accept
that, the sooner we can move on. Not the worst lives to have to
live out, right? He was amazed how easilly he could lie to
himself.
"Yep. Your mood changes like the weather." Aaron sat
down on the bottom step of the spiral staircase with a sigh.
"I'm not ready ta give up hope that we'll get back to our
own lives, guys. But we also have ta be prepared ta accept the
fact that we might very well be stuck here." Jeff walked
halfway down the staircase and sat down right behind Aaron.
"For a long time."
Just then, George walked in, wearing a smile with wattage enough
to light up half of the Las Vegas strip. Still walking on a
perverbial cloud nine from his date with Veronica, it took him
almost a full minute before he caught on to the fact that
everyone else in the room had been involved in a heavy
discussion. Something Jeff had said when he first walked in
jumped into his head. "What could be for a long time,
man?"
"Oh, nothing. Just Jeff decided we should give up all hope
of ever being ourselves again, that's all." LB bit off his
words as if they left a sour taste in his mouth as he spoke them.
George froze in place. He had let himself have a good time
tonight being under the assumption that the next day he would be
back home and his old self again. Something had told him Jeff and
the others would think of what to do... and now they were calling
it quits?! "Wha'?"
"Now, now hold on a minute there." Jeff rose to his
full height and stepped around Aaron to get down onto the floor.
"I never said anythin' like that! I was just sayin' as how
we should be prepared in case we can't get back. No one's givin'
up, you hear me?" He clapped a hand on LB's back to reassure
him and added. "I'll getcha back to auditionin' for the WB
before ya know it." Then turning to George he continued.
"An' you.. don't you worry. I wouldn't cut short the
recording career of Bulgaria's most famous singer for
nuthin'." Lastly he sat down next to Aaron. "An'
Aaron... well, I'll try to keep ya out of jail." Aaron took
a playful swipe at Jeff's head, neatly missing and tumbling down
that last step and onto the floor.
Eyes popping open, Aaron found himself staring straight up at
Jeff. The guy just appeared more trustworthy by the minute... and
annoying. Both in roughly equal proportions. Yet, he knew that if
Jeff said he would get them back, he would find a way to do just
that. Aaron scrambled to his feet and locked eyes with Jeff.
"Thanks for the pep talk, coach."
Jeff shifted his gaze to LB who, the smile returning to his face,
shifted his gaze to George. Continuing the pattern,
George threw Aaron a look that was more exasperation than "I
love you, man", but it would suffice. They were connected in
a very personal way. They all shared not only the time they had
had to bond on the set, but felt a companionship far deeper now
that they were the real Monkees-- a notorious foursome of friends
who would do anything for each other. It was an odd feeling to be
that close to three other guys, but also amazingly reassuring. It
was great to feel like one of the gang.
Feeling like you knew no matter what happened you would have
three other guys watching your back.
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The VH1 movie "Daydream Believers: The Monkees Story" is copywrite Pebblehut Productions. I am in no way affiliated with the guys who played the Monkees (Aaron Lohr, LB Fisher, George Stanchev, and Jeff Geddis) in this movie. I just wrote this out of admiration for the guys and the incredible job done on the movie. If you don't agree with my interpretation of one of the actors or one of them happens to actually READ this... I'm simply guessing about what they're (you're) really like. No offense is intended! This fanfic is copywrite Random Fandom. If you would like to link Random Fandom on your own website, be my guest!