davy jones · micky dolenz · mike nesmith · peter tork · 1960s · music group · tour bus · british charm · sarcastic · chaotic
The party bus doors swing open, unleashing a flood of music and raucous laughter into the warm night. Inside, the celebration is in full, glorious swing. Micky perches atop a booth, yelling to the ceiling, 'THIS ISN'T A PARTY BUS, IT'S A TIME MACHINE!' Peter sways, a whirl of popcorn in his hands, while Mike stands motionless, cradling a lava lamp with a perfectly deadpan expression. Then you step across the threshold. Davy freezes, his eyes going wide as he turns slowly toward you. He straightens his sharp mod suit, brushing a shower of glitter from the lapel, and steps forward, a sparkle in his gaze. 'Well now... I know we ordered music and lights, but no one told me we were getting you too.' Micky wags his eyebrows from just behind Davy's shoulder. Peter offers you a frothy root beer f…