I sighed. I was so tired! I couldn't seem to relax at all. I put in my favourite Who CD, "The Who Sell Out". I sang along, "Arrr-men-ia City IN THE SKY!" Suddenly, I was whisked away by the music.

Colours, music, and wind surrounded me. I saw The Who playing (I think) with the exploding drummer, Keith Moon, the blonde bombshell, Roger Daltrey, the steady bassist, John Entwistle, and windmilled-armed guitarist, Pete Townshend. The sky was glass, the sea was brown. Everyone was upside-down! I couldn't be here, could I?

Wow. The colours, the life, the music, the everything. Was that The Who? It couldn't be! The beautiful Keith Moon had sadly died almost twenty-eight years ago, and John, Pete, and Roger were all in their fifties now. Where was I? Whoever the Who-lookalikes were, they sounded great, and were playing "Relax". Man, was I the only one here? Well, I guess that meant the more Moonie for me! (If that gorgeous drummer was him.) They stopped playing. I was still standing there. I walked up to them. It seemed like they were a thousand miles away, and that each step I took was only a centimetre. When I finally reached them, I could see how much they did look like The Who; they had perfectly captured Moonie's big, chocolate "I'm innocent" eyes, Roger's striking, blue eyes and golden hair almost-piled on top of his head, Pete's nose (I've seen imitations -- that was THE REAL nose, I've seen enough pictures to know), and John's cool, calm serenity. I had been too lucky to come here and see them in their prime, like on "The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour".

"Um, excuse me if I'm being rude, but what are your names?" I asked them, knowing full well who they were (who-who, who-who), but not wanting to believe it. The short blonde one talked. "Well, this 'ere is Pait, this is Jun, back there is Keef, and I'm Rogah. We're the 'Oo." I know that this sounds very stupid of me, but I did it anyway. When Moonie came down to shake my hand, I fainted. Right in his arms.

"'Ey, Keef! Looks like you've got a bird!" John was saying, laughing, when I regained conciousness. I looked up into Moonie's big brown eyes, and realized that he was still holding me. I righted myself, and Keith asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Maybe," I sighed. He was still holding my hand! I said, "Maybe, if you play some songs, I'd feel better."

"Be glad to, Miss...?" Pete asked me.

"Oh!" I replied. "How stupid of me! Well, I'm Emily Anne Nesmith," and shook hands with them all again, but this time, Keith kissed my hand.

"Wot would you like us to play?" he asked me.

"Anything at all," I could barely speak. He went up and whispered something to John, who whispered something to Pete, who whispered something to Roger. They started to play. I felt like I was going to melt: Moonie had wanted them to play "Our Love Was"!

I don't care what anyone else says. I think Pete has a very pretty voice, and was better suited to sing "Our Love Was" than anyone, anyway. When the song was over, they asked me if I wanted to get something to eat with them. I had been so blown away that I was with them, I had forgotten how hungry I really was. "Sure!" I quickly agreed.

Once at the little restaurant that I can't recall the name of, Rog, John, and Pete slid into a booth at one end, and Keith and I found a little table for two a bit aways away from them. We sat down, staring into each other's eyes. I could drown in those big brown pools. "Well, wha'cha wanna get to eat?" he asked me.

"Something that we can split," I replied.

He seemed to like the idea, and grinned, "Okay!"

We ordered this big salad-thingy, which I never would've eaten if it weren't for my father bugging me to eat salad all my life, and the fact that I was eating it with Keith Moon. I ordered a coffee milkshake, and he ordered the same. I laughed. He was going to make sure that we had exactly the same dinner. We talked and ate, and probably had a lot more fun than the other three, but I was never sure. "So, after dinner, are you doin' anythin'?" Moonie asked me.

I laughed. "Of course not! Did you have anything in mind?"

"Well, I dunno..." he trailed off.

"Fun?"

"Only if you want to, M."

Only if I wanted to? Man, he WAS perfect! I smiled, "I'd love to, 'cause I kinda have this crush on you..."

Keith looked like he was gonna explode. "Oh, goody! So it's mutual!"

I nearly fainted again. The love of my life, and he loved me too? "C'mon, let's go back to the 'otel. Jun can find a spare place in Rogah 'n' Pait's room, tonight, maybe longer." I loved the way he talked: so British!

We split the bill, like we split everything else, and met up with "Rogah," "Pait," and "Jun." Turned out Rog had gotten a "bird" too - "Just like always," Keith later told me. They told me that they could afford one more room only, so Pete and John were going to sleep in there.

That night, Keith showed me his room, the "deluxe tour", as he put it. "And lastly," he said, "this is the bed. Great for sleeping in, lying on, sitting on, and having fun. Which would you care for?" I was about to burst out laughing from the casualness he was giving it.

I hopped onto the bed, motioning for him to join me. He did, and I said, "Perhaps a bit of fun might be nice."

When I woke up the next morning, I felt an arm around my waist. I was going to scream, but then realized where I was, and who ('oo) was next to me. I rolled over, and kissed Keith's forehead. The light touch woke him up, and he smiled up at me. We hugged and kissed, and then realized that we sadly had to get up. I reluctantly got up and took a shower.

I came out, and said in shock, "I just realized that I don't have any clothes to wear!"

He calmly said, "You can wear some of mine, if they'll fit. Here, let's look." We rummaged through the messy drawers, and I thought, "This is how my drawers at home are!" We found this great orange shirt, and a pair of brown pants, which fit surprisingly well. "You look fabulous," he told me. I looked into the mirror. If only I had clothes like this at home! "We'll go shopping for you today, so you can get some other clothes."

"Okay!" I agreed, and he went to take a shower.

"C'mon, c'mon, we've gotta get to that gig!" Pete urged everybody. He turned to me. "You can come wif us, if you'd like." If I'd LIKE?! What was he, crazy?

I meekly said, "Okay," and hopped into their tour bus that Moonie told me they had finally been able to afford. I sat in the back of the bus, with (wif) him.

I thought of two songs throughout all of this, they kept repeating in my head. Maybe it was because I was so hyped up, I don't know, but it was something. "Relax" and "Girl's Eyes". I guess "Girl's Eyes" was in my head because Moonie sang it, and "Relax" because I - well, maybe it was Moonie - needed to learn how to do.

We finally arrived at the gig, which was at a seedy little club that I feel was so bad it should remain nameless. (Actually, the sign was down, and the only way I knew what it was is because I overheard Rog and Pete fighting about it. The sign might still be down, so you might not find it, were you to go looking for it.) The first song that they played was the rocking "I Can See For Miles", which I thought probably was a good choice to open with. They then turned, and played the great mini-opera, "Rael." (Pete's into writing these.) Then they played "Armenia City In The Sky", which I loved, and had first seen them doing. It felt great to watch these guys from the wings, because I could see their every move. I mouthed along, and Moonie sometimes cast me these little glances while playing his drums, great as always. He was a cool guy. I loved him dearly, and yet, I had known him for a day.

They finished their set, got paid, and headed back to the bus (was it magic?). "'Ey, 'un, 'ow'd you like it?" Keith asked me.

"I thought you sounded GREAT!" I eagerly replied. He gave me a nice kiss, which lasted until we heard Pete grumbling about the acoustics, and other musical terms that I didn't understand. (Knowing a little flute is SO much different than being in a rock band.)

Roger said, "Oh Pait, would you shut up?!"

Pete was offended. "Oh, you wanna mess wif me? Bring it on, pretty-boy!"

"At least I can GET the girls!" Rog retorted.

Soon they were taking swings at each other. John, Moonie, and I watched with some interest, until Roger knocked Pete out cold. Keith and I resumed kissing, and our driver (named Ivor) started up the bus. I loved how the bus gave me and him privacy. The bus ride passed quickly, and we were soon back at the hotel.

"You know, this is me favourite album we've done so far," Moonie casually commented.

"Mine too," I agreed.

Pete walked into our room. "That's a nasty bruise you've got there, Pait," Keith told him.

"Gee, thanks Keef. I'd no idea. Man, what a GIT he is! This bleeding thing 'urts like 'eck!"

I walked up to "The Nose", as Keith called him. "It's bleeding? Let me see," the motherly side of me coming to forefront.

"No, uh, 'bleeding' is another word for 'annoying'," Pete told me.

"Oh!" I said. I needed some more British slang, desperately. Pete left. "Moonie, will you teach me your slang? I need it to keep up with you guys. Like, for example, what's a 'git'?"

"Oh," said Keith, "basically a nicer way of saying 'asshole.'" He taught me pretty much everything of slang that they knew, and how to REALLY tick Roger off! (Hee hee!) I couldn't wait to try it out when Rog got me mad.

"Well, wha'cha know, it's time to go to bed!" Keith told me.

"But it's only ten o'clock!" I protested.

"Well, we can lie in bed and talk," he told me.

I decided to try some slang out. "Aren't you the randy one?!"

He laughed. I loved the way he looked when he smiled: so relaxed and happy! The song "Relax" just popped into my head.

Another "fun" night passed. God, I loved him. He was the sweetest lover I'd ever met, and a great one, at that. The song "Someone's Coming" popped into my head, just as John walked in the door. I snuggled under the covers a little bit more, not wanting anyone but Moonie to see me.

"Why're you here?" Moonie asked suspiciously.

"Well, just warning you that both Pait and Rog are in foul moods, and I wanted to make sure you knew that. Sorry, M."

I nodded and mumbled something incoherent.

"Is that all?" Keith asked. John nodded, and Keith told him to "Shoo!"

I gave into myself for another round with Moonie. Usually I'm not so randy, but I felt something strong attracting me to him, like a cry for help. I just felt lucky to be with him, loving him; my dream. He was even better in real life. This whole thing felt like a fairy tale; it was so sweet. As we were, "Our Love Was" came into my head, followed by "Girl's Eyes". He kissed me again and again. I loved him.

Then Roger burst into our room. I threw my arms up in frustration, and buried myself under the covers again.

"BLOODY GET UP!" he screamed at Keith, not seeming to notice me.

Moonie replied, "Do you MIND?" and pointed out that I was there with him.

Roger looked kinda embarassed, mumbled, "Sorry, M," and quietly left the room.

"I suppose I'd better take a shower," I told Keith after Rog left. I went to do so.

After I got out, Keith went in, and I looked for an outfit. "Perfect!" I thought as I found a short-sleeved white blouse and an awesome blue miniskirt. Moonie came out of the shower, complimented me on my outfit, and gave me a quick kiss.

"Thanks, hun!" I ordered room service to bring us some bagels and cream cheese. Another day in the tour bus, stage, bus again, and watching the guys sign autographs. Man, you should've SEEN the fans that wanted their autographs! They were jumping all around the place, but especially around Roger. They looked a pack of wolves! Snarling, growling to be first in line. What struck me as funny though, was that Rog seemed to be used to it. Moonie later told me that that was how it always was. Keith, himself, probably got to sign five or six autographs, me clinging to him the whole time. One girl must've obviously had a huge crush on him, because she kept eyeing me evilly, and I heard her whisper to her friend, "Look at how ugly she is!" That remark hurt me, and I almost started to cry. Luckily, we went inside the bus before any more damage could be done.

When we got into the bus, it started rocking! I thought, "What the?" and looked out a window. Oh, God, they're pushing the bus! Girls (and boys) were clasped onto the sides, pulling and pushing.

"IVOR! STEP ON IT!" yelled Pete. The driver did, and I felt awful, seeing all those people dropping off like dead flies. Moonie held me tight, and made me feel very secure. I loved how safe he made me seem to be, like he was.

Again, the night came quickly. This would only be my third night with Moonie? It seemed like so much longer, and I could tell that he felt that way too.

"You know, we'll be driving all day tomorrow, and I want you to come wif us!" he told me lovingly.

"Okay!" I happily agreed. How could I resist? "I need a suitcase, though," I told him.

"You can use the extra I always bring along. It's so I can use it if I buy lots of stuff, or bring home broken drum parts! Quite handy, actually!" he exclaimed.

I laughed. I loved him. I got into my nightgown, and crawled into our bed. He jumped in, kissed me, and we just held each other.

"Next time, I'm gettin' the room wif a double-bed," he told me before we both drifted off into sleep.

I woke up the next morning, a still-sleeping Keith by my side. I caressed his cheek, kissing him gently on his arm and around his face. He was so cute! Slowly, he woke up, and when he did, he gave the best kiss I have ever had in my whole entire life.

I think that's one of the signs to knowing you're truly in love. Even his morning breath doesn't bother you.

We just laid there, thinking about our big drive today. Our arms wrapped around one another. The feel of his cheek against my forehead, my lips against his. So sweet.

Then, John knocked on our door. Keith said, "Come in!"

I was suprised that someone knew how to knock in this band. Then I realized that it WAS John we were talking about.

"The drive starts in an 'our, so get ready," he told us. "Good seein' ya. Bye."

I felt very tired, so Keith went in the shower first, while I laid there, thinking. How long would this go on for? Where was I, exactly? These two questions had kept popping up into my head.

Keith came out of the shower and laid down next to me. "Wot's the matter, love? You look sad."

"Nothing, hun, just thinking."

" 'Bout what?" he asked.

"Oh, just wondering how my family is, and if we'll be together for a long while."

Keith seemed to pause for a minute, then gave me a reassuring hug and kiss. "You're different than others, M. I feel somethin' for you. Not just physical, but emotional, too. I usually hate to admit these things, but I think I love you. 'Onestly."

I started to cry.

"Oh, no!" he looked truly upset. "I said the wrong thing! It's too soon! Oh, damn it!"

I told him, imbetween sobs, "No - I-I l-love you, too!"

He hugged and kissed me again, but I still couldn't calm down. I went to take a shower, as they usually help me to collect myself.

I got out of the shower and got dressed.

"C'mon, let's go to the BUS!" Keith yelled joyfully. I giggled, and we walked, hand in hand, down to the mode of transportation.

Roger looked at me and Moonie snottily.

"We're going to have to get another room? Great."

"I can help pay," I offered.

" 'Ow?"

"I'll... oh, I don't know! I just will." Now he was starting to tick me off. I decided to let it slide for now.

Pete said, "C'mon, le's go!" and told Ivor to start up the "bous".

The ride seemed exceedingly long. Rog was glaring at me, then at Moonie, then at me again.

"Git," I muttered, giving the same icy stare back to Rog.

"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME?!" he screamed, obviously losing his temper. He looked like he was going to hit me!

"You heard me, git!" I cried back, getting into the spirit of this.

He shouted some insults at me, most too vulgar to repeat, and that REALLY pissed me off. I knocked him flat with one punch to the jaw. Pete's, John's, Keith's, and my mouths dropped open. I felt triumphant as I acknowledged the applause.

That night, Roger had to sing with a bandage over his chin. I don't think I need to tell you that that upped everyone's respect for me, even Roger's.

Rog brought "home" a new girl that night, a strawberry-blonde named Katie. Katie?! "KATIE? What're you doin' 'ere?" I screamed in a semi-British accent I couldn't help but develop.

"Well," she started, "I went to your apartment because we hadn't heard from you in a couple days. I went in, and saw that your stuff was on, again. And then, somehow, I ended up here!" Turning to "Rogie", she said, "Oh my gawd! How'd you get that nasty cut and bruise?"

He replied, " 'Er," pointing to me.

Katie gave me the death look. I motioned that I'd do it to her, too, if I had to.

Anyway, my sister spent the night with Rog, doing "stuff", but that was the last I've heard of her! I guess she just didn't believe in the atmosphere. Either that, or she wasn't good enough for Rog and he killed her and hid the body. I never did find out which.