Zac
Zac's stomach was doing flip flops. He hated flying. Air turbulance wasn't helping either. He clutched his stomach and groaned.
"Throw up that way," Taylor ordered, pointing in Isaac's direction.
"Oh, I don't think so!" Isaac exclaimed.
"I do."
"I don't."
"I do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't."
"Thank you, guys, for being so caring. I really appreciate it. Maybe I'll throw up on both of you," Zac moaned, leaning his head on the seat.
"Sorry," the muttered very half heartedly.
"Yeah, whatever."
10 minutes later, Taylor was on his laptop and Isaac was sleeping.
"Whatcha doing, Tay?" Zac asked, determined to take his mind off of his churning stomach.
"Chatting."
"What line?"
"Dunno. Some Hanson one. Trying to convince these people that I'm Taylor Hanson. I'm not doing that great of job."
Zac laughed.
Zac drummed away backstage of the Conan O'Brien set, his mind only half on what he was doing.
I'd be there by now. Wonder what Jared's doing. Probably swimming. I wanna be swimming!
"Zac!" Taylor exclaimed, stopping his keyboaring, "What are you doing?"
"Drumming, duh!"
"Like hell you are!" Ike chimed.
"You sped up!" Taylor ever so kindly enlightened him, "I can't sing that fast!"
"Yeah, me either," Ike agreed.
"Sorry. Let's try again. 1, 2, 3, 4!"
I wonder if he's gonna go hiking. Can you hike at a lake? Oh! Hiking would kick!
"Zac!" Ike snapped.
"What now?"
"You are going to slow? Aren't you counting?" Taylor asked, looking exasperated.
"Guys!" Mr Hanson called, "You're on in 5 minutes."
Zac breathed a sigh of relief.
"You had better count," Taylor hissed as he walked by.
"You had better count," Zac mimicked, sticking his tongue out at Taylor's back.
"Grow up," Isaac muttered.
Taylor
Shooting a nervous glance from Ike to Zac, he cleared his throat and leaned into the microphone.
The begining started out smoothly. Taylor smiled in relief and glanced at the crowd. His relief was strongly shared with Ike......until the chorus, when Zac sped up considerably.
Feeling panic set in, Taylor threw a horrified look at Isaac, and began to play faster. Naturally, he hit the wrong chord and winced.
What the hell is Zac doing? Aaaah! Oh no!
Finally, the song ended. Taylor gulped and looked at the crowd. They seemed undaunted by the hideous performance and where still screaming happily. Taylor grinned at them. Good old fans. You could always could on 'em. Unlike some people. Taylor shot a death glare in Zac's direction.
"Ugh," Taylor moaned, flicking off the hotel TV in the room the boys were sharing. Their wonderful performance was being broadcasted world wide as he spoke. He shuddered, "What came over you, Zac?"
Zac, who felt upset, but not really embarrassed or guilty, shrugged.
"It was weird."
"Did you count?" Isaac interjected.
"Well, yeah, for some of it."
Taylor forced his anger down and squeaked, "Some?" in a high, tight, unrecognizable voice.
"I'm sorry," Zac muttered, blinking at the confused tears that wouldn't go away. His brothers mistook them for guilty tears, and softened.
"Ah, forget it," Isaac told him, play punching his arm, "You were probably just having one of those days."
"Yeah. I mean, it's not like I never screw up. Remember Oddville?" Taylor asked, chuckling at the memory that had been so mortifying just a little over a year and a half ago, "It's not like Stephanie won't like you 'cause of it."
Zac nodded and gave a tiny smile. But humilation and guilt were not what caused Zac's watery eyes. It was something else. Something he couldn't tell his brothers, or admit to himself, just yet.