The Monkees finally hit the big time. They score a recording contract and a national tour, and become a sensation. Even as they sell millions of records and play to packed concert halls, however, they struggle for artistic and creative freedom, co...
Concert day felt palpably different for the girls. The guys' moods had shifted dramatically. They had their game faces on, and they were all business. They were like professional athletes, performing pre-game rituals. Even though they had the girls there as their guests, they made no concessions for their comforts or preferences, and quite rightly too, the girls agreed.
Breakfast meant an enormous room service spread for Micky and Gabby, accompanied by the morning papers and some lazing around. There was a late morning press call to start their official activities and they would be busy the rest of the day, right up until concert time, so Micky wanted to make the most of the little time they had together. Because of the previous evening's off-the-charts fireworks, morning sex was off the table, though normally it would definitely be an option, he reassured her.
After the press call, the guys would rehearse and do a thorough sound check. The plan was for the girls to spend the day exploring the city and to meet the guys back at the hotel for an early dinner at 5:00 p.m. Then they'd all leave for the Boston Garden in a set of limos at 6:30 p.m. for the concert, which began at 8:00 p.m. That left time for a second quick sound check to assure that there were no equipment glitches.
This time, the girls decided to stick together. They wandered down Newbury Street, where Wendy and Dawn now became tour guides to the most interesting shops, since they had visited there the day before. They took a side street over to Copley Square and decided to explore the Boston Public Library. The library was home to a magnificent mural on the ceiling painted by John Singer Sargent, Jan informed them, and they marveled at it as they strained their necks climbing the staircase on the way up to the main reading room.
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The reading room had dozens of dark wooden tables with individual glass green-shaded reading lamps. It was a temple to the pursuit of knowledge and it made Gabby's mouth water slightly as she gazed at all the books that lined the shelves that extended up to a vaulted ceiling.
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