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....
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.