By: Mickys411    Rated G

Although it was a mid spring day in the city of New York, the weather was pretty rainy outside.
It was a day when everyone stays indoors and avoid going out in the sour weather.
And that's exactly what Micky was doing, he and his wife Donna were doing.
The two were in the middle of watching a movie that they rented when the phone rang.
"I'll get it," said Micky getting up off the couch, and Donna paused the movie.
He picked up the phone and spoke into the receiver.
"Hell-o, yes speaking,
Really? You’re kidding are you sure, Wow yes I'll do it.
Thank you! I'll get started with rehearsing right away.
Thanks again, Good-bye!"
Micky hung up and turned to Donna with a huge grin upon his face.
"Guess who's singing with Paul McCartney at Madison Square Garden in 2 weeks?" he asked.
"You are?" Donna asked.
"That's right."
"That's wonderful, was that Paul who called to tell you?"
"No it was his publicist; the event is two weeks from Sat."
"I bet you're really excited about that."
"You bet!"
Micky and Donna didn't finish the movie, due to the fact that they called everyone to tell them the big news. Micky also then began to practicing the songs he was going to sing with Paul for the big night.

For the next two weeks, Micky spent every time he could to get his voice just perfect for the big night.
Friday before the big event, just before taking off to his vocal lessons, Donna stopped him.
"Micky, don't forget what today is," she said.
"Of course I know what today is, Friday," said Micky.
"Yes, but what else?"
"The day after Thursday."
"Go on."
"The day before Saturday."
"Don't tell me you forgot."
"Forgot what?"
"Today is your day to volunteer at the center."
"It is?"
"Yes, it's the third Friday of the month."
Then it hit Micky. Once a month he does volunteer work as a helper at the local Y working with kids.
It started when he worked as a dj for the oldies station WCBS-FM and got involved with the Variety Club with the help with dj 'Cousin Brusie'.
"I must had got so caught up with practicing for the concert to remember", said Micky.
"I hope you don't forget later," said Donna.
"I won't."
Micky then kissed Donna and headed out the door.

And Micky kept his word.
Right after his vocal practice, off he went to the Y for his volunteer work.
As Micky entered the building, something hit him.
What if there was someone in his group was sick?
Although Micky enjoyed his volunteer work, he wanted to try not to get to close to anyone, so he won't catch any germs.
But luckily for him all the kids and the other volunteers were feeling well today. When the program ended for the day, Micky stayed behind to clean up what it appeared to be a bit of a mess from today's art project.
As he was finishing wiping down the tables, a young man in his early 20's along with a small child, a young girl approached Micky.
"Thanks for coming today and helping out Micky," said the young man.
"Always a pleasure Chad," said Micky, shaking the young man's hand.
Micky then noticed the young girl, who looked about five standing next to Chad.
"Who's the little one?" he asked.
"My niece Sandy, she's joining the group next year," Chad answered.
Micky then knelt down to the child's height and began to talk to her.
"Hi Sandy that's a very pretty name you have," he said giving her a big smile.
"Thank you," said Sandy, who smiled back.
But the mood suddenly changed with all of a sudden Sandy sneezed and right in Micky's face. Micky now had a very shocked look on his face.
Chad turned to his niece and said, “Sandy cover your mouth when you sneeze, you don't want people to catch your germs."
Micky can feel the color of his face beginning to drain.
"Well, I better be going now Bye," said Micky as he dashed out the door.

As soon as Micky got into the apartment, he dashed into the kitchen and began washing his hands thoroughly with a sponge.
Donna, who was in the middle of chopping some carrots turned to her husband and said, “I just want you to know I used that sponge earlier to clean the counters."
Micky threw the sponge back in the sink and began washing up like crazy.
"Is everything all right?" Donna asked.
"No, I got sneezed on at the Y," Micky answered.
"By who?"
"One of the volunteers bought his niece to the group and she sneezed on me."
"Micky, I'm sure it was an accident."
Micky then relaxed himself. "Yeah you're right, he said, Kids will be kids."
"See, just relax and everything will be fine."
Micky did calmed himself down for a short time, until he realized something.
"Oh no!" he said.
"What's wrong?" Donna asked.
"I was working closely with my vocal coach today and he's getting over a bad cold."
Micky then went back to the hard washing of his hands.
Micky tried his best to keep what happened today out of him mind, but all he could think about was the germ he caught.
In fact he washed his hands countless times through out the rest of the day.
"Micky, will you stop worrying,” said Donna, “Not only are you getting nervous over nothing; you're using up all the soap in the house.
"Sorry hun, but I'm not taking any chances," Micky replied.
"I know you want to say healthy for tomorrow, but everything will be fine."
"Ok, I hope your right.”

The next morning Donna was in the kitchen making breakfast when she heard a loud sound.
"Achoo!" the sound went.
Though the noise made her jump a bit, she had a feeling she knew who it was.
"Bless you hun," she said calling out to Micky.
"Thanks, said a stuffed up Micky as he entered the kitchen.
He sneezed a total of four more times.
"Oh no, you're sick," said Donna.
"You're right,” said Micky with a cough, “The minute my vocal coach coughed in my ear and when that kid sneezed on me I knew I was in trouble.”
"And on the night of the concert to."
"Yeah, I'm not (cough) surprised."
"What do you mean?"
"Every time I…I…I… (Achoo!) Plan on doing something big and important, I got sick."
"You really don't mean it."
"Yes I do, getting sick made me miss a lot of events, when I was ten I missed my best friend Chris' birthday party, I missed out on entering the science fair, and I would had been a sure win, I even couldn't get to go to my homecoming dance, all because I got...got... (Achoo!) sick."
"Well, what are you going to do then?"
"I'm going to try to get myself better, being sick made me miss a chance to dance with Karen Thomas, but it's not going to make me miss singing with Paul Mccartney. Do you have plenty of cold medicine and (cough, cough, cough) cough drops?"
"I'll run out and get you some."
Sometime later, Donna ran out to get some remedies for Micky who was resting on the couch, trying to fight off his cold by drinking every ounce of juice in the apartment.
At that moment, Donna came home, holding bags in her hands.
"Micky, I think I got every cold, cough, and congestion remedy you asked for," she said.
"Thanks Donna," said Micky, as he took a few of the bags from his wife.
Donna then went into the kitchen and saw the empty juice bottles and cartons.
"I see you've been drinking plenty of fluids and finished up all the cranberry and the orange juice," she said.
"Yeah, but it didn't help much," said Micky organizing all the medicine.
Donna then went back to her husband and said, “You know Micky, if you're not feeling well, why don't you just give Paul's publicist a call, and ask if you can perform with him some other time when you're felling better."
"Perform with Paul some other time," said Micky, "That's a laugh."
Micky let out a laugh, but began to choke.
Donna then quickly got him some water.
He drank it down and continued what he was saying, “Perform with Paul some other time, that's a laugh, Ha ha, I might as well wish for a UFO to crash land in the living room."
As Micky was trying to figure out what remedy to take first, Donna once again spoke up.
"Micky, remember my Aunt Rose?" she asked.
"Yes, I met her at our wedding (Achoo!) why do you ask?" Micky asked, as he was blowing his nose.
"Well, she used to tell me stories of when she was growing up, her family didn't use medicine but home remedies made from items around the house to feel better, and she did as well during the great depression when pills began to get to expensive to buy."
"What does have to do with my cold?"
"Well, when I was little I had a very bad cold and Aunt Rose gave me one of home remedies and it made me feel a lot better."
"What are you saying?"
"She gave me the ingredients years later and once in awhile I actually make that remedy for myself."
"Donna I appreciate the suggestion, but I'll just stick to modern medicine thank you."

Sometime later, after trying the medicine which were no help, Micky then had the idea of placing a towel over his head, while a humidifier ran.
Donna then walked in the living room and pulled the towel off him.
"Is it working?" she asked.
"Not with feeling better, but my skin does feel softer," Micky answered.
"You tried the medicine I gave you now this and nothing is doing the trick."
"Not at all."
Micky let out a huge sigh, looked at his watch and said, “I give up, there's no way I'm going to get better in four hours. Even with everything I tried."
"Everything?" Donna asked.
"Yes, nearly every pill, vitamin and remedy there is."
"Not everything."
"What do you mean?"
Micky saw a smile appearing on Donna's face, meaning he knew what she was hinting.
He let out another sigh and said, “Ok, I'll try that home remedy of your aunt's."
"Really?" asked Donna.
"Yes, and who knows, I may feel better after taking it."
"That's what I wanted to hear. I'll go get it."
"And when I get better, I'll take back what I said," said Micky quietly.
Donna came back seconds later, carrying a glass and said, “Here it is. And by the way, I heard what you said."
Micky gave Donna one of his famous grins, but she just shook her head at him.
He then looked over at the glass and the contents.
"What's in this anyway?" Micky asked.
"Family secret,” Donna answered, “Now I must warn you, it does taste a bit awful."
"It's ok, I can't taste anything anyway."
"I forgot something, I'll be right back."
After Donna disappeared into the kitchen, Micky then began to gulp the fluid down.
When she came back, Donna got quite a shock.
"You drank all that?" she asked.
"Yes, and you were right, this stuff tasted disgusting," Micky answered.
Donna then placed a teaspoon if front of her husband and said," I hate to tell you this Micky, but this was the amount you were suppose to take."
Micky gulped and said, “Uh-ho, what's going to happen now?"
"I'm not sure, nobody's ever taken that much home-made cold remedy before."
Micky then collapsed onto the couch.
"Micky, are you ok?" Donna asked sounding a bit nervous.
Micky responded with a loud snore.
Donna then covered him up with a blanket, kissed his forehead and let him rest.

Sometime later, Micky woke up.
He immediately noticed that his throat didn't feel scratchy and his nose felt clear. "Whoa, that was some strong stuff," he said.
The door of the apartment opened and Donna entered.
She was happy to see that Micky was up.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"I feel great, I haven't felt this well in ages," said Micky.
He raced up to his wife and kissed her.
"Your aunt is a miracle worker," said Micky, who then looked at his watch, "I still have three hours to get to the concert."
"Uh about that," said Donna
"What about the concert?"  Micky asked
"Saturday passed."
"What's today, Sunday?"
"No, it's Tuesday."
"Tuesday? I've been a sleep for 72 hours!"
"Micky, calm down, I got something else to tell you."
"I know, Paul called wondering where I was, thinking I flaked out of the show!"
"Will you relax a minute and let me explain."
Micky took a deep breath and said, “Ok what is it?"
Donna said, “About 20 minutes after you passed out from taking to much of that cold medicine, Paul's publicist called to tell me that the show has been canceled."
"The show was canceled?"
"Yes, seems like what you have must be going around, because Paul had it too."
Micky then breathed a sigh of relief and said, “So I didn't miss the concert."
"That's right,” said Donna, “It’s being reschedule for this up-coming Saturday."
Micky was quite glad to hear that.
He then said to Donna, "I'm sorry that I said that stuff about your aunt's remedy."
"That's ok; I knew you were trying to get yourself better in time for the concert."
"And you were just trying to help and I was being stubborn about it."
"I don't think stubborn is the right word."
"You're right, try major pain."
The two began to laugh, despite what happened.

And sure enough, when that Saturday came, Micky did perform on stage with Paul Mccartney, singing together on a few songs.
The event turned out to be a huge success, and Paul told Micky that he was more than welcome to sign with him again.
Micky gladly accepted the invitation.
The next day paper even gave the show a wonderful review.
Micky was not only glad to hear that, but that he was well enough to sing with Paul on stage. He even told Donna that from now on, he was going to use her Aunt's home-made cold remedy when he needed it, but had to remember to only have a teaspoon and not drink the entire thing.

By: Mickys411    Rated G

The weather in LA had been absolutely wonderful the last few days, and everyone around town was taking advantage of the sunny, but breezy days.
Micky and has wife Donna were a few of those people, as they spent a few days working in their yard.
One day, the two of them had just entered the house and washed their hands, after a morning of planting new flowers and buds when the phone rang.
"I'll get it," said Micky as he finished drying his hands.
He picked up the phone and spoke into the receiver, “Hell-o, yes speaking, really? You're kidding, you kidding, are you sure this isn't a joke? It isn't. I don't know what to say, thank you. Yes, I'll be ready at that time. Yes, thank you again, Bye."
Micky then hung up the phone.
"What was that all about?" Donna asked.
"Paul is giving a private concert here in town, and he wants me to perform on stage with him for a few songs," Micky answered.
"That's wonderful," Donna said.
"It sure is. I better start getting my vocal cords ready; the show is in two weeks from Saturday."

Though it was rainy the next day, Micky headed out to his vocal lessons to get ready for the concert.
By the time he got to the recording studio, the rain was coming down in buckets and Micky hurried inside so he won't get drenched because he forgot to bring an umbrella with him.
Micky was practicing the songs he was going to sing with Paul off a list that was e-mailed to him last night. He rehearsed the tunes for a few hours.
"I think that will be enough for the day Mick," said the vocal coach.
"Ok, that's for letting use the studio Ron," said Micky.
"Anytime."
As Micky headed out the door, Ron called out.
"Careful, the floor might be slippery from the rain," said Ron.
"Thanks for the warning," Micky called out.
But as soon as he walked the hallway, Micky slipped on a puddle of water.
He managed to grab onto a nearby table to prevent falling.
But when he did that, the lower part of his right leg crashed into it, causing not only the table, but also Micky as well to fall.
The loud sound of the fall caused Ron to rush out of the rehearsal room.
"Micky, are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've had worse," said Micky.
"Do you need help up?"
"No, I'm fine."
As Ron placed the table in the upright position, Micky tried to get up. But when he placed his right foot on the ground, he knew something was wrong.
"Ouch!" he yelped.
"That doesn't sound good," said Ron.
"No it doesn't," said Micky.
"Maybe you should see a doctor."
"I think I will."
Micky thanked Ron once again, and then hopped to the car. Luckily though for him the rain had stopped.
Micky tried to drive, but his lower leg hurt too much to move it.
"Maybe I should have my leg looked at," he said.
Luckily, there was a nearby clinic as he turned a corner. Micky parked his car and hobbled in the building.
He checked into the front desk, described his injury, and filled out a medical form that one of the nurses gave him.
Shortly after returning the paperwork to the desk, an orderly got a wheelchair for Micky so he won't have to walk to the examining room.
Micky sat on the examination table, as he waited for the doctor to check on him.
He rolled up the cuffs of his slacks and saw that his right ankle and foot looked bruised and swollen compared to the left ones.
Micky tried to move the ankle but it was too painful for him.
He decided to lie on the table and keep the leg elevated.
It helped a bit, but he did start to shiver.
Micky wasn't sure if he was nervous on whether or not he broke a bone or two, or maybe it was the cold air from the ac hitting his bare feet.
"It's the air conditioner," he said to himself.
Just then, the door opened and a middle-aged man with greyish hair and wearing a white lab coat entered the room.
"Hi, I'm doctor Simpson," said the man.
Micky then sat up to shake the doctor's hand.
Dr. Simpson then looked at some paper work, which happened to be the form that Micky filled out and said, "Um, says here you had a pretty bad slip and fall."
"You could say that," said Micky.
"Ok now lie down on the table and let's take a look at that ankle."
Dr Simpson then began to examine Micky's ankle.
"Now then, I'm going to touch a spot and you're going to tell me if you feel any pain," said the doctor.
"Ok," said Micky, who was not looking forward to it.
Dr. Simpson then carefully touched Micky's ankle. Micky automatically responded.
"Ow!" he yelped.
Dr. Simpson touched the upper part of the ankle.
"How about now?" he asked.
"Slightly," said Micky.
"I want to see if there's anything pain around the foot as well."
Micky then hoped to himself that he was finally cured of being ticklish.
However, when the doctor felt the arch of his foot, Micky quickly then gritted his teeth to keep from laughing.
When that was beginning to fail, Micky then fake cough to cover his laughs.
"Are you ok?" Dr. Simpson asked.
"My throat’s dry," said a slightly embarrassed Micky.
"Do you need some water?"
"I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
The doctor then went back to examining Micky's foot.
Micky then pressed his lips together to get any sound of laughter from leaving his mouth.
But as soon as the doctor checked at the spot near his toes, Micky started to laugh.
"Hahahaha!"
He did manage to quickly stop, when the doctor looked up at him.
"Sorry," said a now very embarrassed Micky.
Dr. Simpson smiled and said, “Relax, that's actually a very good sign."
Micky then wiped his forehead and smiled with relief.
"I would like to take an x-ray now."
Dr. Simpson then placed a radiation protection vest on Micky, positioned the x-ray machine and began to take some pictures of Micky's lower leg.
When it was over, Dr. Simpson said, “I’ll be back in a few moments with your results."
While the doctor was out of the room, Micky carefully took the vest off himself.
He then gave a quick call to Donna to tell her what happened and apologized for not calling sooner.
Dr. Simpson then returned with Micky’s x-rays.
He put them a screen and said, "You do have a sight fracture, but nothing serious."
"Do I have to wear a cast?" Micky asked.
"Yes, but a small one that more like a brace."
The doctor then fitted Micky with a walking cast that looked sort of like a boot.
"How long do I have to wear this?" Micky asked.
"Two weeks," Dr. Simpson answered.
"Well, I have this thing coming up, am I going to be able to attend it?"
"As long as you rest that ankle."
Dr. Simpson then gave Micky a few rules about wearing the cast and that he'll see him in two weeks to see if the fracture healed.
Micky thanked the doctor for all his help, placed his sock and shoe on his "good" foot and left.

Luckily for the two of them, the clinic off was pretty quiet and there was only one person ahead of them. When it was his turn, the nurse at the front asked Micky how he was doing. He said he was fine, but he'll have to see what the doctor says.

Once he got in the room, Micky then hopped up onto the examining table.
Seconds later, Dr. Simpson entered the room.
"Good afternoon Micky," said the doctor.
"How are you Doctor?" Micky asked as the two shook hands.
"Fine thanks, and how's that ankle of yours?"
"It's getting better."
"Let's take a look at it then."
Doctor Simpson then carefully removed the cast from Micky's lower leg.
"You know, I grew really attached to that cast," said Micky, who then laughed as did the doctor.
"Have you been doing what I told you about resting it?" Doctor Simpson asked.
"Yes, everything you told me to do."
The doctor then began to examine Micky's ankle.
"Let me know if anything hurts or tickles," said the doctor with a laugh, reminding Micky of what happened when he came in two weeks earlier.
Micky also laughed as he answered, “Don’t worry; I'll be more honest this time."
Doctor Simpson started to feel around the ankle.
Micky didn't make a sound, but he did wince a bit.
"Does it hurt as bad as it did two weeks earlier?" Doctor Simpson asked.
"No, just slightly," Micky answered.
"Well, we'll see what the x-ray says."
Dr. Simpson gave Micky a the radiation protection vest to put on, positioned the x-ray machine and took a few x-rays on Micky's ankle, like he did two weeks ago."
The doctor left the room, and then came back seconds later, carrying the x-ray results.
He placed then on a screen and showed them to Micky.
"Looks like the fracture has completely healed up nicely," said Dr. Simpson.
"That's great,” said Micky, “But why does it still hurt?”
"Your fracture healed but the ankle is still going to be sensitive from it for sometime."
Micky then tried to place on the sock and shoe he bought with him to put when the cast was taken off.
However, the ankle was still a bit swollen to get them on.
Dr. Simpson then placed a bandage onto the ankle.
Micky was able to get his sock on partway, but still couldn't get his shoe on.
"The best thing to do now is just ice it for a few days and I'll give you some crutches in case you need help getting around."
Dr. Simpson called an orderly for a pair of crutches.
The orderly came in a few seconds later with the crutches and gave them to Micky, who began using them to get use to the feeling of using them.
The doctor told Micky to call him if he needed anything or had any problems.
Micky thanked Doctor Simpson for all his help, and went out in the lobby to meet Donna.
For the rest of the day, Micky rehearsed the songs for the big show the next night as well as ice his ankle actually he was doing both at the same time.
Some time later, he thought heat may help his ankle get better as well.
Micky then began to search for the heading pad, but he couldn't fine it
He came up with a plan that sounded crazy, but it just may work.
Micky then placed took a few towels out of the hall closet, placed them in the hamper and was about to take it down to the washer and dryer in the basement when Donna stopped him.
"Are those towels dirty?" she asked.
"No," Micky answered.
"They why are you taking them down to the washer?"
"I can't find the heating pad, so I'm going to warm up the towels in the dryer."
"The heating pad is in the first-aid kit."
Micky gave Donna a sheepish smile then headed back to the hallway to place the hamper back.
He then checked the first-aid kit and sure enough the heating pad was there, like Donna said.
Micky then warmed up the heating pad and placed it on his lower leg. It did help for awhile, before it got too hot. Between the heat and the ice, Micky hoped that the treatments will help his ankle heal a bit quicker.

The next day was the day of the big event.
Micky was not only going over the songs in his home studio, but taking care of his ankle as well.
If he wasn't using an ice pack, he had the heating pad on his lower leg.
"I sure hope what I'm doing works," Micky said.
Sometime later, after trading back and forth with heat and ice, Micky realized what time it was and had to get ready for the show.
But then second he put weight onto his ankle, he felt sharp pain in it.
"Ow!" he yelped.
Micky's mood suddenly changed on him.
"I can't believe this, he growled, I wasted all day icing and heating my ankle and it's not any better!"
Though Donna was in the other room using the phone, she heard what Micky was saying.
She then knocked on the studio door.
When Donna didn't hear an answer she opened the door and saw Micky, slumped in his chair.
"Is everything ok?" she asked.
"No," Micky answered in a low voice.
"What's wrong?"
"I've been doing what the doctor told me to help my ankle using ice and heat and it's still not any better."
"You've been using ice packs and the heating pad all day?"
"Yes and nothing has changed.”
"Micky, did you really expect your ankle to heal just like that?"
"Kind of.
I'm just gonna call up Paul's publicist and tell him I can't make it."
"But you've been looking forward to this for weeks."
"Yeah, but I'm just not up to performing tonight."
Donna then gave Micky a stern look.
"George Michael Dolenz, are you going to let a minor injury get in the way of a chance of a lifetime?" she asked.
"No, but I can't go on stage the way my ankle is," Micky answered.
"Let me take a look at it."
"What?"
"Let me take a look at it."
Donna helped Micky over to the studio couch, where they both sat down, and then he elevated his ankle to the center cushion.
She then carefully removed the bandage, and check out the ankle.
"Looks like the swelling has gone down quite a bit," said Donna.
"But I tried to walk on it and I had pain shooting into it," said Micky.
"I think you were also supposed to try and put weight on it between the ice packs and heat."
Micky's face turned a bit red with embarrassment.
"Oops," he said.
Donna then carefully touched the somewhat bruised ankle.
Micky still felt slight pain, but not as much as the other day.
"That really didn't hurt much," he said.

"Does is hurt as well?" Donna asked as she moved her hand to arch of Micky's foot.
"Donna don't you dare," Micky said in a stern voice.
She then gave the arch a slight squeeze, cause Micky to chuckle.
"Heheha, I told you haha not to do that," Micky said in between laughs.
Donna then snapped her fingers and though of something.
"Hang on I'll be right back,” she said and left the studio.
Micky was curious to know what was going to happen.

"Here, try and put these on," she said handing Micky a pair of socks and shoes.

"Well, I might as well give it a try," he said.

Micky was able to get the sock on completely over his foot, which made him quite glad.

But his feeling changed as he was still able to get his shoe on.

"Nope, still no change in that," Micky said.

"You were able to get your sock on," said Donna.

"That's not the point.

I can't go out on stage with one shoe on."
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed by it."
"That's not embarrassing.  An embarrassing stage moment is the time Davy ripped the seat of his pants at a concert and had to walk off stage sideways.  Or when I tripped and fell that one time while singing, that was embarrassing.  Going on stage with one shoe will just make me look rather silly."
"Now what you're trying to say is what people are going to think of you for doing it?" asked Donna.

Micky sighed and said, “I think I'd look less weird performing without shoes than one..."
Suddenly a huge smile appeared on his face.

"That's it!" he said.

He got up off the couch and left the studio.
"Micky, are you ok?" Donna asked.

"I'm great, and I thought of an idea," Micky answered back.

"What is it?"

"You'll see at the concert."
Micky then used one of his crutches to help him get upstairs so he can get ready for the show.

Donna shook her head with a smile, as she wonder what trick did her husband had up his sleeve.

Sometime later, a limo came over to pick up Micky and Donna for the concert.

"So, you haven't told me what you have plan for tonight," said Donna as she got into the limo holding a duffle bag, containing Micky's concert clothes.

"I told you, you'll see at the show," said Micky as he got in the limo.

It took him sometime to get in, because of his crutches, and was dressed in casual clothing and flip-flops on his feet.

When the two reached the venue, the limo headed to the back way and the two got out.

When they entered the venue, Micky and Donna were greeted by a member of Paul's band that they met once.

Rusty. the guitarist.

"Hey Micky, how's it going?" Rusty asked.

"Fine thanks Rusty," Micky said, as he tried to shake Rusty's hand, while balancing on his crutches.

"Man, what happened to you?"
"Just something I did out of my own stupidity."
Rusty then shook Donna's hand and said," It's great to see you again to."
"You too Rusty," Donna answered back.

Rusty then went to say, “Paul should be here soon, Wix has to help him carry his guitar in."

Micky chuckled and said," Guitar getting too heavy for him to carry at his age?"

Just then, keyboardist Wix entered the venue carrying not only his keyboard case, but Paul's guitar case as well.

He then had to keep the door open, for in walked Paul, wearing a black suit, a black t-shirt and matching sneakers.

But what really surprised everyone was that Paul was walking on crutches like Micky.

"Paul, how's it going?" said Micky, extending his hand to his idol, which trying to keep his crutches up.

"You to mate, said Paul, doing the same to as they shook hands, It's great to see you again to Donna."
"It's wonderful to see you again Paul," said Donna.

Paul then asked Micky, "What happened to your leg?"

"I'm recovering from a pretty bad slip and fall, which was my fault,” Micky answered, “What happened to you?”

"I twisted my knee, trying to get off a horse," Paul answered.

"How are going to perform?"
"I won't use my crutches, I'll just try to stand as long as I can, and they have a chair for me if I need it."
"Great."
"Well, the band and I better get in some practicing before the show."
"Yeah, I better get ready too."

"Great to see you two, we'll chat a bit more after the show."
Paul and his band headed to the stage to rehearse a bit.

A stagehand then showed Micky where his dressing room was for him to get ready.

After Micky and Donna entered the dressing room, she dropped off his bag, gave him a kiss for good luck, and left to take her seat in the audience.

Micky then put his plan into action, even more now after seeing Paul.

He figured, if Paul can perform despite an injury, so can he.

Sometime later, the concert began and the audience enjoyed hearing Paul sing his newest tunes and his classic, greatest hits.
Midway into the show, Paul spoke to the crowd.
"Is everyone enjoying the show?" he asked.
The audience responded with loud cheers.
"I'm glad you guys are having a great time.  Now I like to bring out an old friend of mine from a magical mystery decade known as the 60's.
He maybe from a different group but he's a great singer.
Ladies and gentlemen, Micky Dolenz!"
The audience cheered as Micky walked out on stage.
He was wearing, the same thing as Paul, but was missing something.
The people seated in the front rows, including Donna noticed it right away, as did Paul who then asked Micky, "This is the first time I've seen someone perform in stocking feet."
"It's the latest craze," said Micky as he and a few people in the crowd laughed. "I knew he'd come up with something," said Donna to herself.
Paul and Micky then began to sing together.
They sang Oh Darling, Srt. Peppers Lonely hearts club band, Getting Better and Penny Lane, followed by Micky did a great rendition of She's leaving home, receiving a standing ovation when he finished.
After that, Micky left the stage, but came back before the end of the show to sing Nod your Head.
After the concert, the two got a great round of cheers from the audience.

The next day, the paper gave a wonderful review about last night's show.
"You really did make quite an impression last night," Donna said.
"It was no big deal," said Micky.
"It was a big deal; the paper is calling your performance incredible and rare."
"And to think I almost dropped out."
"But you didn't."
Micky was quite glad he decided to perform last night.
"You know, he said, I think I'm going to keep the socks I wore last night as a reminder of what a great evening that was."
"Are you kidding, and then have holes in them from you sliding on stage?" said Donna.
"Then again, I can always replace them."
The two then laughed.