The year is 1967 and I'm 21 years old. I hate my life. I have the worst boyfriend ever but I won't tell anyone what he does to me. Just take a look at my bruises, that will explain everything. I needed to run away so I did. Simple as that. I just ran away. I didn't know where I was going since my parents died when I was 5 years old. I had absolutely no where to go. Except run. I ran away about a month ago. Now, I just live in some cheap apartment in the middle of L.A. with a crappy job at a crappy restaurant. It's not that I'm depressed or anything, it's just that my life isn't treating me so well.

The only thing that could actually cheer me up was music. Music. Nobody was ever there for me except music. Except one particular band. Except one particular voice. That was Micky Dolenz of the Monkees. Gosh, how I love his voice! It's so beautiful! I know that I'm a 20 year old watching a kids show but, you can't not love them. I actually heard of their music before the show. It was earlier this year- January I think when "More of the Monkees" came out. I was at the record shop and the guy running it started playing "Sometime in the Morning" That song really caught my attention. I bought the album right away and couldn't stop thinking about Micky Dolenz's voice. The voice that helped me get through so much this past year. Not to mention that Micky is pretty darn attractive. If only I could meet him. But I'm just another fan.

"HEY! STOP STARIN' OFF INTO SPACE AND GET BACK TO CLEANING DISHES, GIRL!" Mark, my annoying boss yelled from his office, interrupting my thoughts.

"Sorry..." I quietly reply startled. His voice is so intimidating.
It's around 10:30pm on a Saturday and I'm here cleaning dishes. What an exciting life I have.

"What are you still doing here?! LEAVE! Your shift is over." Mark yells again. I quickly run to the locker room and change out of my pink and blue skater dress into jeans, a white v-neck tee shirt, Converse, and my leather jacket.

"Be here by 6am tomorrow, Violet!" Oh yeah, forgot to mention, my name is Violet. Violet Beaumont.
I start walking down the street towards this bar I always go to after work, Harry's Bar. I know it's a boring name but the owner, Harry, is such a sweet guy. Sometimes you can run into famous people but with my luck, that hasn't happened to me yet.
I walk into Harry's and go to my usual spot at the end near the juke box. I've secretly claimed that my seat.
"Hey, Violet. Up for a beer or?" Harry asks.
"Um..I'll just take a coke for tonight. Thanks, Harry." I tell him politely. Harry knows what I've been through. He's like a father figure to me.
"Rough day, huh?" Harry comes over and brings me my soda.
"Yeah, mostly work. You know Mark..." I say to him, rolling my eyes. Harry understands and goes to take another customer's order.
I look around the place and notice a customer wearing a leather jacket, blue shirt, and sunglasses with familiar curls covering his head. I find it weird that he's wearing sunglasses in such a dark place but maybe that's just his style. I think he notices me looking at him but I quickly turn my head away and focus on the small mirror hanging on the wall. I look at my hair carefully. It's a dark shade of brown with a hint of copper. It's wavy and falls right to the middle of my chest. Then I follow up to my face, oh how I think I'm so ugly. My eyes are just a plain brown. A boring plain brown. I guess my self esteem lowered ever since I started dating my ex boyfriend, Phillip. The one who's abusive? Yeah, him. He ruined my self confidence so now I have to live with the criticisms he threw at me. He would always call me ugly or dog face. I look down at my soda and remember other nasty things he's called me until someone pokes me on my shoulder. It was that guy with the leather jacket that looked of so familiar.
"What are you thinkin' about?" His voice sounds so familiar. I can recognize that voice anywhere. I look to my left and see Micky Dolenz sitting in the chair right next to me. This is unbelievable.
"I-uh-um.." I can barely finish my sentence.
"Oh I'm sorry, I should introduce myself." he takes off his dark sunglasses and takes out a hand.
"Micky Dolenz. And you are?" he asks me with a smirk. Oh gosh his smirk.

So how was that for a start? I'll probably be uploading the next chapter tomorrow :) Please review! It would mean the world, considering this is my first fan fic! :D Just to let you know, I'll be posting chapters very often during the week so expect 3 a week! I wont take a 2 months for a chapter like other people do, so thats good. :) Thanks!