When they arrive at the stadium, Ike went into the bathroom with his backpack of cloths. He pulled out the shirt he had selected and the pants with the nice black shoes. He put it all on and then took his hair out of the ponytail and watched as it all cascaded to his shoulders. Luckily it wasn't frizzy and he decided that it looked good enough down. As he left the bathroom, Taylor breezed by him and went in.

The boys were psyching themselves up back stage as they prepared to go on. Ike always loved the rush of adrenaline that flowed through him just before taking the stage. They only thing he dreaded was being announced.

He wished that they would all just rush to the stage together, but no, they had to be announced one by one. It hurt to know just how much the fans didn't like him. He was glad that they loved Tay though. He reveled in his brother's happiness.

Oh God, he's doing it again. How does he do it? He's thinking how great it is that _I'm_ happy…why does he do that?

The announcer called each of their names when they were ready for the show to start. When it was Ike's turn the crowd died down considerably.

Man, I never noticed how much the crowd settled when Ike came out on stage- why do they do that? That is just plain mean. Real mean, and next time I'm not going to let it happen.

Ike shrugged it off and got ready to perform. Throughout the show he enjoyed himself. They had such a high-energy output. They were into it and the crowd was into it...What a rush! He looked over at Tay as they really got into MMMBop. He was favoring the leg that he had hurt earlier that day.

God, he's still hurt form earlier. He's out here performing while he's in pain and it's all because of me. If I hadn't started jumping things this never would have happened!

That's not true, Ike! I know darn well I couldn't have made that jump, but I was too proud to let you show me up; that's why I tried it. I deserve to be limping! Ike, don't be so down on yourself; I do enough of it for ten people.

After the concert they all went back stage. Taylor was on what seemed like a sugar rush and Zac, well Zac was on a rush way beyond that of sugar.

"Guys, did you guys see all of those people with signs…I've never seen my name in so name in so many colors and different shapes. Tay, did you see that one chick that was eyeing you all concert?"

"Yeah, I did she was gorgeous! What did you think, Ike?"

"The chick in purple and black?"

"Yeah, her."

"She was hot!" The conversation continued until they got to their hotel room.

Zac watched Ike look out the window. "Hey Ike, you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinkin'."

"You do way too much of that."

I'm gonna have to agree with the nut on this on, Ike. You do think too much for your own good.

"Thinkin' about Tay?"

"His knee hurts."

"It's his own fault. Not our problem he's a klutz"

Hey now Zac, I am many things but a klutz I am not! Taylor thought.

"Zac-" Isaac began, but was quickly cut off by his younger brother.

"Ike, if you're gonna defend him, wait 'til I'm in bed. He's been nothing but a self-absorbed little jerk today and he doesn't deserve you defending. If you could just look past you blind faith you'd see what a brat he's become."

Zac left his side without giving his a chance to respond.

Long after Taylor and Zac had settled down and the other sibling were tucked in and dreaming sweet dreams, Isaac left his room to go to the secluded spot in the lobby where he had spent each night since they had arrived. He would usually make and entry in his journal, but tonight, before doing that he had the strange urge to read past entries.

“Hello, Isaac dear." Said an older woman in the hotel lobby.

"Hello, Mrs. Sanda. How are you this fine evening?"

"Just fine Isaac, would you like some hot chocolate tonight?"

"No, thanks anyway. I think I'm just gonna read."

"Okay dear, but if you want some cocoa and an ear, I'm here for you."

"Thanks."

Ike must do this a lot. That lady was so nice... How come I've never seen her around here before? Hmmmm.

Ike settled down in front of the fireplace and opened his notebook. Taylor got a glimpse of the cover. ‘Wait here Ike I've never seen this notebook... What might this be?’

July 10, 1997

Well, today in an interview I found out along with the rest of the world that Taylor reads my journal. I chose not to say anything but just ask mom to let me get another notebook. Thankfully she understood without asking questions and bought me this notebook...I like the color. Green hehehe. I can't believe mom even went so far as to see if the pages were green. Gotta love mom. She is a God send sometimes. Her and Zac. Go figure I love having Zac around. Well, not much else personal to say good night.

August 3, 1997

Taylor stole a girl from me today.

WE were out balding and ran into a small group of kids doing the same and we figured as long as they didn't attack us, we would join them.

It was really cool because they all acted fine and we had an awesome time. There was a girl, Lisa.... she was soooo pretty! Words could not describe how beautiful she was and I no that no matter how many other girls I meet, I'll never forget her because she was interested in me first.

Then Tay came along and winked his pretty blue eyes, gave her a classic Tay smile, made a joke at my expense and she was all his for the rest of the day.

It didn't hurt me really, because she couldn't have really liked me so much...I mean look at me and look at Tay. If I was a girl I wouldn't pick me either.

But it was nice to be noticed...oh well. Nothing else left to say.

Isaac

Taylor read the passage and almost cried. I remember that day...I didn't know she liked Ike...I just thought he had cornered her to talk to someone. Man I really have got to stop doing this kinda stuff.

Ike sighed and opened the book to the next clean page.

December 1, 1997

Well today was pretty good. I got to get pictures done all by myself. YAY, it was cool. I can't believe that he wanted me not Tay.

Tay well he fell today and hurt his knee pretty bad it's my fault... Oh well, I'll live. I love my brothers today. His fall only proved it. My heart would have been broken if he would have hurt himself terribly. Ohhh, it's late I better go.

Ike.

"Good night, Mrs. Sanda."

"Good night, Isaac dear."

Ike got up and went back to his hotel room.