Monkee Mania ✓

Daydream Believer (Mike)

“Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings

The six o'clock alarm would never ring

But it rings and I rise wipe the sleep out of my eyes

The shavin' razor's cold, and it stings

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean

To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me as a white knight on his steed

Now you know how happy I can be

Oh, and our good times start and end without dollar one to spend

But how much baby do we really need?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean

To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean

To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean

To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean

To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean

To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?” Davy sung this song, but my eyes were not on him. They weren't even on him when he began dancing like crazy.

My eyes were on Mike and Mike alone. He was the one I loved, he was the one I imagined when I heard this song, and every Monkees' song for that matter. He was the incredible one with the sweet Texan twang. He was the one I fell in love with the moment I laid eyes on him.

“So what did you think, Julia?” Mike asked me. My heart leaped when he spoke my name.

“I think Davy steals all the spotlight,” I said. I looked into his eyes, the eyes that seemed to stare right through my soul.

Mike laughed. “I do too,” he added, “Sometimes.”

I laughed with him. “You are too funny, Michael.”

“There is no such thing as 'too funny,' ma'am,” he said in a very poised and sophisticated manner.

“Stop it!” I laughed, “You're making my face hurt from laughing so much!” I tried to frown, but it really wasn't working, not when Mike was standing right in front of me.

“I could say I was sorry for that if you want.”

“Please do,” I said.

“You didn't let me finish. I could say I was sorry for that, but it wouldn't be true.”

“Michael Nesmith!” I scolded him.

“What?” he asked innocently. I sighed because I knew I couldn't fight with him when he was looking like that.

“Mike,” I said.

“Yes, milady?”

I couldn't tell if he was trying to charm me or not. It was working anyway. His southern accent made the sweet words he spoke even sweeter.

“I could just kiss you right now,” I told him.

“Then why don't you?” he asked.

“There are too many people around. We can never be alone, not with how famous you are now.”

He thought for a few moments, then said, “Let me show you something.” He took me by the hand and led me to a wall.

“A dead end?” I asked.

“No, not a dead end,” he laughed.

He pushed on the center of the wall and it began to spin around. He quickly moved us to a place where we would be moved with the wall. On the other side was a little room with a desk, and a few couches, nothing fancy. I didn't mind that it wasn't fancy. Mike was trying to impress me by taking me here and I knew that. I was grateful to him for trying.

“This is wonderful,” I said. I really believed it was.

“Now we are alone. Isn't this what you wanted?” He didn't give me time to answer his question. He pressed his lips firmly against mine. I kissed him back, of course. I would be a fool if I didn't.

“You are simply too much,” he said.

“Now you know how happy I can be,” I quoted the song that they were singing earlier. I was always at my happiest when I was with him.