SEASON 2

1967. The pad.

Another simple one for whatever, made it a while ago and figured I should post it. To the people who requested bots: I will make them, I just haven't been very motivated lately, I apologize.

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It wasn't often that Mike was bored, he wouldn't call it that. Restless, maybe. The Monkees didn't have any gigs lined up, and the band's efforts to find work fell fairly flat. No point in practicing, the guys were all out. No point in songwriting, either, he just wasn't in the mood. He'd already tuned all of the band's guitars, he'd even tuned Peter's banjo in his need to do something productive. Hopefully the guy wouldn't mind.

He really couldn't stand the quiet, the fact he wasn't doing anything. The Texan plucked absently at his guitar, playing a little tune he'd been working on, though he wasn't sure he liked it much right now.