It started on a hot summer day. Me, Micky Dolenz, Michael Nesmith, and Peter Tork were eating pizza together. That was when my favorite song of theirs, Saturday's Child, came on the radio. I started singing. About halfway through the song, I noticed the monkees staring at me.
"What!" I said,"What did I do???"
"You have the best voice ever," said Davy.
"Well, thanks!" I said, clearly flattered. After all, it's not everyday Davy Jones gives you a compliment like that.
"Hey, you should tour with us!" exclaimed Mike.
"Yeah!" said Micky,"It's not everyday we get a totally pretty and groovy girl like you touring with us Sarah."
"Thanks Micky,and it's not everyday that I get to tour with hunks like you guys," I said truthfully. "We're hunks?" said Peter,utterly confused.
"Never mind, when do we start touring?" I asked.

The next day, we had all packed our bags, and were ready to hit the road. Mike was driving like a maniac, speeding, twisting and turning.
"Mike, maybe I should drive!" I said.
"But you're underage," said Davy.
"So, Mike drives like he's underage." I pointed out.
"She's got a point," said Peter.
"Aw, shut up," said Mike.
Then, there was a hitch-hiker. Mike pulled over to pick him up. When the hitch-hiker came in, he said," I'm a hijaacker! Drive to Hawaii, NOW!"
I was really scared, so I leaned on Micky for support.
"Sarah, I've been meaning to tell you something..........."