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adventdrabblesTitle: 'A Lot Like Christmas'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Mike Nesmith, original character
Rating: G
The owner of the music shop smiled at the sight of his customer. "Well, hello, there, Michael! How can I help you today? And how are you and your young friends doing?"
Mike waved. "Hiya, Mister Rich. We're all fine; thanks. I had an A string go bust on me last night at a gig, so I need to stock up."
"That's a shame. I'll have those for you in a minute."
As Mike waited, his eyes strayed to Mister Rich's front window. A beautiful winter scene was painted on it, with children sledding down snowy, pine-covered hillsides. He let out a low whistle, taking in the fine level of detail.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
Holding in a surprised yelp, Mike glanced back toward the shopkeeper, grinning. "Sure is. Who did this?"
"My nephew," Mister Rich replied, handing him a set of carefully wrapped guitar strings. "He's on break from studying at an art school out of state."
"For good reason; the kid's got talent," Mike praised. He looked past the painted windowpane, his grin widening.
Outside, city workers were putting tinsel garlands and light-up stars on all of the lampposts. They hurried carefully at their job, testing each bulb, and untangling each garland, before arranging them just right.
"Sure is beginnin' to look a lot like Christmas," he mused, before turning back to the shopkeeper. "Say, that reminds me. The fellahs're all kinda needin' some stuff, too. Davy's tambourine's been lookin' kinda shoddy, and I'm sure Mick could use some new drumsticks. And Peter always seems to lose his guitar picks...suppose I'd better get him some more strings for his bass..."
Laughing, Mister Rich waved Mike into silence. "I get the picture, my boy; we all need to do our Christmas shopping, don't we?"
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Mike Nesmith, original character
Rating: G
The owner of the music shop smiled at the sight of his customer. "Well, hello, there, Michael! How can I help you today? And how are you and your young friends doing?"
Mike waved. "Hiya, Mister Rich. We're all fine; thanks. I had an A string go bust on me last night at a gig, so I need to stock up."
"That's a shame. I'll have those for you in a minute."
As Mike waited, his eyes strayed to Mister Rich's front window. A beautiful winter scene was painted on it, with children sledding down snowy, pine-covered hillsides. He let out a low whistle, taking in the fine level of detail.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
Holding in a surprised yelp, Mike glanced back toward the shopkeeper, grinning. "Sure is. Who did this?"
"My nephew," Mister Rich replied, handing him a set of carefully wrapped guitar strings. "He's on break from studying at an art school out of state."
"For good reason; the kid's got talent," Mike praised. He looked past the painted windowpane, his grin widening.
Outside, city workers were putting tinsel garlands and light-up stars on all of the lampposts. They hurried carefully at their job, testing each bulb, and untangling each garland, before arranging them just right.
"Sure is beginnin' to look a lot like Christmas," he mused, before turning back to the shopkeeper. "Say, that reminds me. The fellahs're all kinda needin' some stuff, too. Davy's tambourine's been lookin' kinda shoddy, and I'm sure Mick could use some new drumsticks. And Peter always seems to lose his guitar picks...suppose I'd better get him some more strings for his bass..."
Laughing, Mister Rich waved Mike into silence. "I get the picture, my boy; we all need to do our Christmas shopping, don't we?"
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Date: 2022-12-02 01:54 am (UTC)I always enjoy reading about our lads.
*sniffs*
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Date: 2022-12-02 04:15 am (UTC)