Monkee Mania ✓

The Girl I Knew Somewhere (Mike)

“But Michael! I'm not playing with you. I really do mean it!” I said.

“I can't take this chance again, Reagan. I'm sorry,” he told me.

He walked away from me and into the recording studio where the rest of the guys were. I was left with one resounding thought, “What?” I didn't understand the words he was saying to me.

They started singing a song, with Micky singing lead. I knew that Mike wrote the song though.

“You tell me that you've never been this way before,

You tell me things I know that I've heard somewhere...”

I walked in behind them and watched from behind the glass. Mike wasn't looking at me, almost like he felt guilty about something. But what? I thought.

“...You're standing in the places,

And you're staring down through faces

That bring to mind traces of a girl,

A girl that I knew somewhere...”

I still wasn't comprehending the song. I listened closer.

“...I just can't put my finger on what it is,

That says to me 'watch out, don't believe her...'”

Hm, I thought, but Mike couldn't possibly have meant me, could he? I wasn't so sure I wanted to know the answer,

“...I can't give any reasons, girl,

My thoughts are bound down in a whirl,

I just can't think who in the world was that girl,

I know I met her somewhere...”

Maybe he really did mean me, I thought. Maybe that's why he still wasn't looking at me. I sighed in defeat.

“...Someway, somehow,

The same thing was done,

Someone, somewhere,

Did me the same wrong...”

I watched Mike still. There was a solo now. Mike met my eyes and I bit my bottom lip.

“...So goodbye, dear, I just can't take this chance again,

My fingers are still burning from the last time...”

Mike sang the background vocals perfectly on those two lines. My heart leaped.

“...And if your love was not a game,

I only have myself to blame,

That's as may be, I can't explain,

Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere...”

My love is not a game, Mike, why won't you believe me? I thought. I tried to pass that message across to him, but he only looked away.

“...And if your love was not a game,

I only have myself to blame,

That's as may be, I can't explain,

Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere.”

They all left and Mike walked right past me. “Mike, wait!” I called. He ignored me. I tried again, “Robert Michael Nesmith!”

He turned around at the mention of his full name. “Yes?”

“I know that you think this song is about me. My love is not a game, I promise you. What will it take for you to believe me?”

He sighed, “I don't know, Reagan.”

“Give me some time, at least,” I said, “To prove it to you.”

“Okay,” he said.

“'Okay!' 'Okay?' He said 'Okay!' Yes! Wait, I shouldn't be so enthusiastic about this,” I looked at his face and realized that I had said all that out loud. “Whoops,” I blushed.

“It's okay. Do you know why it's okay?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I believe you now,” he smiled.