Broken Hearts

My father had owned a hotel in Conetticut, just lain in the Appalachian Mountains. He had housed many performers before, just not nation-wide acts. At least, not untill the Monkees came into town...
It all started when I got a call to book 6 rooms. I thought it odd, but didn't ask. The guy booked them under the name,'Scheider.'I knew that I had heard of it before, I just couldn't put my finger on it.. "Davy Jones is sleeping two doores away from me, and all I can ask him is, 'Would you like the Times or the New Yorker'!" I cried. I couldn't believe it. I decided to go outside to the play ground, because it usually calmed me down. When I got there, I couldn't believe my eyes! There was Davy Jones, on the swings! I caught the door frame just in time. I took a deep breath, and went out the door. I sat next to him on the swings, and said, "Hello, I'm Julie, the manager's daughter." He replied, "Why, hello Julie, the manager's daughter. I'm Davy Jones, as you might have guessed." I smiled. We had a conversation, that started out as where we were born, to somehow, our weirdest dream.
When we got inside, he asked me if I wanted to meet everyone. "Yes! I would love to!" I cried. So, I got to meet the rest of the Monkees! I staye dto whatch them practice,and cheered them on. "I think that Davy likes me," i thought,"He's been very kind." After the practice, Davy gave me a present,"I want you to have this," he said. It was a back-stage pass! "Oh, Davy, this is the best present I've ever gotten. Thank you very much!" I replied, and gave him a peck on the cheeck. I had gotten the best seat. Front row, center. During davy's solo act, he looked at me, off and on. It was heaven. After the show, I went with Davy to his dressing room. We made-out on the couch. He started to rub my thigh, and then pulled away. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I don't want to take advantage of you, Julie." I smiled, and gave him one more kiss. "I'm going to miss you, Davy." I said. "So am I."he replied. I got up early to say good bye. I got to the door, and did't have the strenth to knock. I turned around to go back to my room, when his door opened. "Davy, I just wanted to say good bye." We ran to each other,and kissed passionately.
Then, he had to leave. I ran to my room to cry. The next day, I got a letter from Davy. I t said:Dear Julie, I Wanted to give this to you earlier, but I couldn't. I just wanted to say, I love you. Your the most beautiful, and smart girl that I had ever seen. I hope to see you againe, very soon. We finish touring on August 15th. yours truly, davy
I just wanted to die. I had to make plans to get to California in two weeks....

Part 2 "Hello? Is anyone here? Darn, I must of just missed him," I said when I got to Davy's apartment. Oh well. I'll try back later. I thought. "Shopping always wastes time. I think I'll make a trip to the mall."
By the time I got to the hotel, it was 7:00 P.M. "Well, he sould be home by now. I'll give him a call." I got the answering machine, but half way through the message, the phone picked up. "Julie? What are you doing here?" Davy exclaimed. " I came to see you!" I replied,"Don't you want me here?!" I cried. There was a pause, and then he answered, "It's been so long. Why didn't you write or call?" "I wanted to surprise you! Davy, your starting to scare me. Do you want me here or not?" I was starting to fear that he had another love, or something. "Julie, I want you here, but this is just not the time." he said. "David, have you found somone else? Don't lie!" I cried. "No, I havn't! What would make you think somthing like that?" he yelled. "well, the way your acting, you sound like your hiding something, or your stoned. What's wrong?" I cried frantically into the phone. "Darling, I'm sorry. I was just surprised that you had come on such short notice. Do ! you want to come over?" "Sure. I'm getting lonely in this hotel. I'll be over in a few minutes." I changed my clothes, and went to his apartment.
It was a long awaited reunion, but not unwanted. It felt so good to be in his arms again. We made love until we fell asleep in each other's arms. When I awoke, Davy was whatching me sleep. it was so romantic. When he got up to take a shower, I said to myself, "This is nice."
We had gone out to breadfast and to the beach before he had to be on the set. It was nice to see everyone again. At first, they didn't recognize me, because everyone was stoned. (I didn't blame them, I was too. :p) But after the shoot, they recognized me well enough. "Peter's drinking problem had gotten worse, and he was drooling all over me, so me and Davy went into his dressing room. We had really got it going, until they needed him on the set. I came out a minute after him, and couldn't believe my eyes...

Part 3

We had gone out to breakfast, and made out on the beach before we had to be at the set. It felt good to see everyone again, even when stoned. Davy and me had gone into his dressing room,and really got it going, until they needed him on the set. Talk about spoiling the mood. When I came out a minute later, I saw the one thing I had dredded since the call last night.
"David Thomas Jones, what in hell do you think your doing?!" I yelled. He was sucking face with a broad, and he wasn't even on the set! I ran out of the studio in tears. I hailed a taxi, and went back to the hotel, broken hearted. "I hate men. They're so selfish," I said to my friend on the phone. "Well, are you sure of what you saw?" she asked. "I'm sure. I think that I'm going to go somewhere, ya know, to sort things out. I'll talk to ya later," I said. We said our good-byes, and hung up.
When I got to the beach, I sat down on the pier, and started to cry. I looked up when I heard a car behind me. Micky sat down beside me. "Ya know, Davy really loves you. He's all bummed about what happened. He's a real bore at the studio," he said. "Micky, If he really loves me, why did he have an affair?" I sobbed. "How's about you come to the recordig studio with me?" He said. I looked up, and, for the first time in a day and a half, smiled. "I'll go, but this was your idea."
When we got to the recording studio, I had become a little timid,but was still deturmined. When I got to the room, I was holding Micky's hand for moral support. He gave my hand a squeeze, and entered the room. "Um, Davy, I found someone for you," he said as I came into the room. I looked up, and saw everyone staring at me. "Micky, I knew this wasn't going to work!" I whispered. "Julie, hi. How are you?" Davy asked. "I'm fine. How are you?" I replied. "I'm fine, too," he replied. 'He doesn't even miss me' I thought. A lone tear ran down my face.
I turned around, and ran into the hall. I sat down, and started to cry. Davy came out a moment later. "Davy, I'm sorry. I was acting like a baby at the set. I don't know what I was thinking," I sobbed. "Don't cry. It all wasn't your fault. I shouldn't of let her kiss me," he replied. I looked up, and kissed him. We went back into the tiny room, and they finished the session. I went over to Micky, and whispered in his ear, "Thank you. You're a good friend." He just smiled.

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