The week drug on until Friday finally rolled around. The boys were restless. They wished that Rudy had told them Thursday about the job instead of that Monday. But he had not done this. He had told them almost a week prior and had forced them to persavere through anticipation.

Thursday was excpecially hard. The minutes seemed to take on the roll of hours. Micky tried to keep himself buisy with cooking and when he had no more food left to cook he practiced his drumming. He didn't need the practice, but he felt it couldn't hurt.

Mike and Davy were weaving through the house on unicycles and Peter was taking a nap. Micky was at a loss: How could his friend take a nap in the midst of such excitment?

He didn't trouble himself with wondering. He called his friends to lunch at 1:30. Everyone sat around the table (excluding Peter) as Micky set out plates of spagetti in front of them. He made like he was a a chef in a five star resterant

"Thank you." Davy said.

"Your welcome, Sir David." Micky mocked him with a convincing London dielect.

Mike laughed to himself. Peter stepped slowly down the spiral staircase and into the kitchen rubbing his eyes with one hand.

He sat at the fourth seat at the table. Micky brought his food to him, and sat down to eat his own food.

"Guys I just had the wierdest dream." Peter whispered.

"Oh? What was that?" Mike asked.

"I think the gig tonight will be taken by the Beatl-"

Micky stood up and pointed at his friend. "No! Don't say it! You'll jinx us all!"

The other boys held their hands over their ears. They refused to hear such words! Peter nodded his concent. His eyes displayed fear and sadness.

"I don't want our job to be taken." Peter pouted.

"It's alright man. That was a dream. We have that job tonight and We'll be the grooviest thing that building's ever heard.

"I dont know Micky, it could happen. We are not God." Davy whined.

"He's right Micky." Mike agreed.

Micky sat back down with a sigh and reasoned with his band mates. "Look guys, we were garunteed that job. It's ours. And if the Beatles did steal it, there will be others. We are getting more and more popular. One day we may even be taking gigs from the Beatles."

"He's right, too." Mike said once more.

"I'm right, Micky's right. We can't borth be right." Davy said logically.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Okay then Micky's right!"

Peter smiled. "Thanks Micky."

"No sweat man!" He laughed.

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At 3:30 the boys packed all of their instruments up and put them into the car. They excitedly pilled into the car and began the drive to the Kaidenian Inn. It took them all of five minutes to get there.

Being early they unloaded their instruments and then explored the lobby and prepared to preform. At about four twenty they came to the front desk and addressed the stone faced man that stood behind it.

"Hello. We're the Monkees." Davy explained excitedly.

The man starred at the band in disbelieve.

"Do you have a reservation?" He asked monotonously.

"Um, no. I don't think you understand. You see we're here to preform music." Mike explained.

The man behind the desk skimmed over the boys still in disbelief.

"Music? We never hire bands. And if we did they would be an orcastra, not some rag tag wanna-be long haired wierdoes!" The man said spitfully.

"Now, look man. I can call our manager. He told us specifically that we had a job here." Mike said. He along with his band mates all looked mad, because they were.

"I can call my boss as well," The man said. "I can also call security." He threatened as he picked up the phone in front of him.

Ohhhhhh!!!!!! (man it was so hard to diss on the Beatles. What's funny is that the members of the Monkees actually adored the Beatles. But in the TV show the Beatles were their rivals.)