"Hi!"

"Hey!"

"Hello love!"

The three boys were saying hi to me. One had blonde hair, the other had brown hair, and the other had darker brown hair with a British accent. 

"Hello, I'm your new neighbor. Me and my mother just moved here next door.

I noticed the British one had stars in his eyes. Seemed like the others noticed.

"Davy not again!"

The other brown headed one covered "Davy's" eyes.

"Micky, uncover me! Uncover me this instant!"

"I will, will you promise not to go nuts over her?" Micky asked.

"Yes! I promise, no please uncover me!"

Micky uncovered Davy.

"Alright, sorry about that ma'am-"

"My name's Alice."

"Alice, Davy gets stars in his eyes and falls in love when he sees a pretty girl."

"It's fine. The first time someone actually developed a crush on me. So, name's Alice. Nice to meet you guys."

I shook their hands.

"My name's Mike Nesmith and this is Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz, and Peter Tork."

They greeted me. Davy planted a kiss on my knuckle instead of shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you Alice."

"You too."

I blushed a bit. Davy was pretty charming. He was the same height as me, 5'3. He may be small but cute as a button. The rest of them were much taller than us. 

"Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?" Mike asked.

"That would be nice. Can I bring my mother?"

"Yeah, by all means! Bring your whole family."

"It's just me and Mom."

"Oh, really?" 

I nodded.

"So, ya'll are a band?"

"Yeah, we're called The Monkees," Micky said.

"We're not a famous band, we just stick to small gigs until we get our big break," Peter said.

"Huh, would you mind playing a song for me?"

"Sure. How about a soft song so we won't disturb your mum?" Davy asked.

"Ok."

"Alright, I Wanna Be Free, let's kick it guys."

https://youtu.be/QQXrnmE7xgg

I was daydreaming about playing on the beach with the guys. Volleyball, swimming, sand castles. When the song was off. I clapped.

"That was pretty guys. I think you'll do amazing in the music business."

"Thanks Alice, that's sweet of you to say, but I don't think we will, we've been struggling to look for gigs and jobs, Mr. Babbit, the landlord keeps coming close to kicking us out. We can't even pay our rent."

What Mike said depressed me.

"Gee. Guys, I'm so sorry. Ya'll are great musicians. How can anybody not wanna give you a gig or a big contract?"

They smiled.

"You're a sweet girl Alice."

"I know I am, ha ha. Well, I guess I better go back to Mom. I'll se ya'll tonight for dinner."

"Ok. Bye!"

They said their byes to me as I left. 

I walked in my house.

"Alice, where have you been? I was started to get worried."

"I met the cutest nicest boys I've ever met. They're called The Monkees, yeah they're a band. Mike, Micky, Peter, and Davy."

"Did you tell them boys to turn the music down?"

"I did."

"Good, I am almost seventy years old, I might become hard of hearing if I'm not careful."

"You'll become hard of hearing anyway. All elders get it. Hearing's the first thing we lose. "

"Ha ha ha, I ain't gonna die that early."

"They invited us for dinner tonight."

"Aw, that's so sweet of them."

I smiled.