Peter covered my eyes as he led me into the back room. When he removed his hands, I saw Mike, Micky, and Davy sitting on the floor admidst a pile of pillows on the bright blue carpet. I looked around. There was a small bed with orange sheets and dark blue pillows....yes more pillows...in one corner, a nightstand and a chair in the next and beside that was a door out to the balcony which was curtained by long bead curtains.
"So, whaddaya think?" asked Micky.
"Cool," I replied.
"Really?" asked Peter.
"Yeah!" I replied. "It's really cool!"
"Wow, I'm glad you like it," said Micky.
"The pillows were Micky's idea," said Davy.
I smiled.
"Plenty of pillows!" said Peter.
Micky smiled and threw a pillow at Peter.
"And the beads were Peter's," continued Davy.
Peter smiled and so did I.
"Here," said Peter. He took off one of his many beaded necklaces and put it around my neck. "To remember me by. You may have forgotten all else, but I hope when you remember you will remember us too."
"I will Peter. I'll never forget ya'll. Thank you Peter. That's very nice of you," I replied, smiling hard as ever.
Peter smiled back. "And the chairs and bed Mike and I thought would be nice to add," Davy added, laughing.
"Speaking of beds....Mary, are you tired?" asked Micky.
"Yeah, a bit," I replied.
"Well, then you jest rest up in here, and we'll wake you up at 6 when we leave for the gig," said Mike. "By the way, I thought you knew Peter played banjo. Wasn't he playin' it when we came in?"
"Oh, yeh, guess I forgot," I replied, grinning with embarrassment. "It's okay," said Peter. "Everyone forgets things once in awhile."
"Thanks, Pete," I replied.
"C'mon fellas," said Mike. "We need to let her rest up jest a bit."
He started to leave.
"Mike?" I said.
"Yes, Mary?" asked Mike, turning his head back.
"Thanks for takin' me in," I said.
"No problem, Mary," they all said at once.
"Night Mary," said Mike, walking out.
"Night Mike," I answered.
"Okay, night, Mary" said Micky, smiling.
"Night Micky," I replied, as Micky walked out behind Mike.
"Goodnight Mary," said Peter. "Hope you sleep well. We'll wake you in time for the gig."
"Goodnight Peter," I replied.
Peter smiled and walked out.
"Goodnight Mary. Rest well. I shall see you in a matter of hours. Sweet dreams," said Davy as he walked out.
"Goodnight Davy," I replied.
Well, I got ready for bed, crawled in, and went to sleep. I dreamed of what the concert would be like, when in fact I had no idea at all of what was to come......