The group of them had sat around the parking lot for what seemed like an eternity. Everyone checking their watches only to
notice it was only 30 seconds later than the last time they checked. It was rare that any of them went to a club with the hansons.
They usually went to see the hansons at a club. That was alright. It was really no different. Mabye a little stranger, but not really.
When the doors did finally open, passes were checked, and the long line of people solwly entered the dimly lit building.
"Show time right guys?"
Everyone looked at taylor, strange laughs and giggles rolled from them. Yet, no one moved. No one budged. They all laid that on a hanson. Heck, they could do it, they did
it every other time, why should now be any different?
Taylor started moving to the door.
"Don't just sit there, we may be the youngest ones there, but that doesn't mean we can't go in, and have fun."
"Tay, who are you kidding. You have no idea why you're going in there tonight do you."
Karen stood back, arms folded and shaking her head slightly, a mishcievious grin onher face.
"Get up mama's boy. Take note."
Taylor scowled at her. Even though he stood up, and subconsciously followed her into the club, his friends and brothers clinging to eachother as if one giant swarm of un-knowing teenagers.
Okay, so that's what they were.
"Whoa whoa whoa guys, one last thing before we go."
Zac was holding up the group.
"Zac, better hurry before I pounce your butt."
"Shut up Tay, it's a logical reason."
Taylor rolled his eyes.
"What ever happened to splitting up? You know, that thing where it takes away from the image of three little blonde girls."
"Speak for yourself, susie."
"Shut up Ike. Who's goin' with who?"
Everyone sat around in thought.
"Fine, I'll pick. Tracy, Kevin, Mark, Aaron, and Nikki, go with Tay, Josh, Anthony, Michael, Kirsten, Sadie, and Allen, go with Ike, and the rest of you, yes Kevin, that's you, go with me. Ok?"
Well. Zac made that very clear and obvious.
"Yeah, you go Zac, be mister organized and professional."
Zac looked up at Kirstin.
"You got it babe."
"Uh, Zacoid. I think not. Your 12, I'm 16. Big difference, you know. BIG difference. A little young don't you think."
"Nope. Never too young."
She laughed. One of those, 'he's so cute I wanna squeeze him' laughs.
The teens broke up, they figured they would go in at alternating times, maybe 5 minutes apart, Zac's group first, just to make sure he got in with no problems.
He made it in, all of them actually. They would split up, the agreement had been they would see the group, and depending on how good maybe try and meet them, you know, just talk to them a little.
After the club was closed of course, and then they would all go outside and meet, then carpool everyone home. A great plan.
Taylor's group went next. As each one of them handed their passes to the bouncers, and stepped through the door, they all let out deep breathes and relaxed a little.
Isaac's group was last, and when everyone was in, they started up.
"Phew. We're in. No problems, everything is cool, nice, easy."
"Party and easy ryhme right?"
Josh was looking right at Isaac. Right in his face more like it.
"Man, back off."
With a chuckle Isaac pushed him away.
The wait inside wasn't nearly as bad as the one in the parking lot. They were all much more relaxed, and some of them even got into conversations with other people, talking about
where they were from, stuff like that. They played off music, just a mix of stuff they had aquired, and used to keep people happy before the real artists got there.
"So Ike, what are you expecting?"
Isaac thought hard. He really didn't know. Kevin had said that they were nothing like him and his brothers, that still didn't help the creeping feeling in his stomach. An anxiety grew. He knew
it was just some stupid thing that would not happen. He was worried and stressed for nothing. There was no way these guys were going to hurt hanson's career. That was stupid to think.
Of course it was stupid to think. They were hanson. Teen idols. They weren't ready to be pushed aside by another teen idol. Not just yet.
When at last the group was anounced, they all had butterflies. Friends feeling anxiety for the hansons, and the hansons feeling it the most.
"Who's what guys and gals!"
If the brothers had been standing right next to eachother, they would have been shocked. They all exhaled used up air at the same time. Breathing big and letting their eyes relax, and their minds turn to
a new kind of music.
The appearance of these guys alone, set them apart from the hansons. One thing. The drummer. He must have been the 12 year old. they all looked comparitively different in age then the hansons. Older. But the drummer looked
the youngest of them. He had half blonde half pale blue hair. Yikes. What a scream ride. It wasn't quite as long as Zac's, although, it was darn close. He was wearing extremely baggy clothing, big pants, big shirt, and a wallet chain as long as his legs.
The keyboardist, or sort of, must have been one of the in betweens. He was fairly tall, although, with black hair, a little past his ears, and extremely green eyes, he looked considerably older. Without the flyer, Isaac would have said 19, 20. He was like his drummer, dressed in big clothing,
one earing, and a large shirt. Perfect complection, which Taylor saw that Kirsten noticed imediatly, but all together, interesting. The one that looked the eldest. He was a different story. The normal of the four. He wore baggy tan pants, that fit him a little, a T-shirt that was not so large he could swim in it,
a head of sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, and quite tall. Guitarist. Then there was the girl. Thud. Taylor saw it, Zac saw it, Isaac saw it. Zac was saying to himself 'I saw it first', Taylor was saying to himself 'I know Zac will say 'I saw it first' but I actually did' and Isaac was saying to himself 'I don't care who saw it first,
I'm the oldest, I have seniority'. So she wasn't one of those ones that everyone thought was hot just because the next guy did. She was genuinly pretty. Her hair was shoulder length, a brownish blonde (dyed, duh) Green eyes, fairly tall, not as tall as her band mates, wearing nothing revealing. Damn. ('Oops' say all three.)
"Nope, this could be the end to my career."
Josh looked at Isaac.
"What man? You make no sense."
"Josh. That on stage, that chick, and those guys are the end to our career. They appeal to both sexes. Even little 7 year old guys could manage to see something in that. We're screwed."
"Ike man, your taking it a little too seriously."
"Nope josh. That right there is going to make me starve, and yet, I can't help but think, 'I like that.'"
"Ike, if it makes you feel ANY better whatsoever, I like that too."
Isaac looked at Josh. That big stupid grin on his face was too much for anyone. Isaac laughed.
"At least I know I'm not the only one."
"Damn straight, we'll do a pole when we get to the parking lot, I bet everyone already has a favorite."
It wasn't the fact that Josh was being stupidly funny. It was the fact that this was so stupidly ironic. Had this not been them? Look at them now. Okay, maybe without the chick, but it was still a perfect
replication of the hansons when they were younger. Crapola. That's ok. Still nothing to worry about. They didn't have any contract yet.
Or did they?
Breathe.
Isaac was still somewhat concerned, mostly gone now, but a little concerned. They had played differently than expected. Taylor had thought they would play heavy metal, or some punk stuff.
They played something kind of undescribable though. Pop, mixed with hanson, mixed with 3eb, mixed with natalie imbruglia. Aww hell, mixed with everything.
"I like it."
Kirsten had told Taylor repeatedly, that the one playing keyboards was hot. Repeatedly, repeatedly, repeatedly. She didn't stop saying it.
The only thing he thought to himself was 'man that chick is hot'. Pure infatuation. Tay knew it. He had lots of those. He saw some chikc in a crowd, who looked nice, cute, then the next show there would be another. It was natural.
"So Zac, what do you think?"
Kevin was staring at him, expectancy written across his face.
"Cool."
Zac shrugged. He liked the music, liked the chick, liked the drummer. Nice band.
Between the three groups, they had all found that the music was ok, the kids looked ok, and they were no imediate threat to the hansons. Now for the attitude thing. How would that change a perfectly positive opinion? Simple. They could be jerks, people who
care of nothing but themselves. People with snideness and rudeness. That would equal a spot in the 'bad people' book. He he he.
No luck.
The plan was that the people would clear out around 1 oclock in the morning, that way, they could try their hardest at getting back stage and meeting these kids. Didn't quite work that way.
There were still people left by two in the morning, and so, whether they wanted to or not, the three groups were going to have get back together.
As they did, everyone began conversing about what they just saw. Spectacular, hot, nice, and babe were all used in the several statements slung back and forth.
"Okay then Taylor, what next?"
Several of them had become impatient. The band had gone off stage hours ago, and they all wanted to see the scoop, figure the band out.
"Well, I guess we could go find someone worth talkin' to."
Taylor and Isaac walked to a door way, that looked as if it was leading to the back of the building.
"Hi, uh, I have a question to ask you."
Taylor's small and weak voice was thrust forth, Isaac couldn't have done much better.
The bouncer looked down. He towered, he was huge, a humongous thing, right there.
"What."
"Well, uh, we were just wondering if we could maybe talk to the manager of those guys, or, maybe even those guys themselves, would that be possible?"
The bouncer took a defensive stanse. Almost as if he thought there was going to be trouble.
"Kid, do you know how many people want to talk to these kids? I mean, tons, now it wouldn't be fair to all the other little brats that
come here to let you go back, now would it?"
"But, I mean, we just want to ask them some ques..."
"Beat it kid. They had a long show, they're tired, beat it, before I beat it for you."
Isaac looked scared. Yup, that was their sign, leave now.
The group of friends gathered up again in the parking lot.
"So Ike, feel better now?"
Isaac had to admit, he did feel a little better about this whole situation. Not nearly as worried. Matter of fact, he had to think really hard to worry.
"Nagh. I think it's cool."
"My favorite, the middle dude."
Most of the girls in the bunch were giggling over him, all goo goo on him and talking about him like he was a god.
Most of the guys liked the chick. She was lead singer, nice, very nice. Not all of them though.
"I don't know Zac, I mean, how could you not like her?"
"Man, she's a chick. Sure, she had the package, but not MY kinda package."
"Naw, Zac you don't get it at all. This chick has it all."
"No, Aaron my man. She doesn't."
This conversation went back and forth, never changing.
The band was awesome. Hanson had something to worry about, even if they didn't know it. The drummer. Cute, and could definitely pull off 15 easy, watch out ladies. The Keyboardist and
the guitarist, heck, the hotties for the ladies. The chick, the hottie for the guys. The whole band was good, awesome. They could go somewhere. Now, all Isaac wanted to do was meet them.
True test. Did they actually have the motivation and attitude to go all the way? He had to find out.
The lights inside were nice. Mostly blues, bright blues, it wasn't one of those places where you could only see the smoke.
Most people were too busy talking, and laughing to smoke. It was indeed well lit, the floors were black tile, and the stage was not too high,
about 2 feet from the main floor. It was a hard red wood or something. The curtains were black, and the walls were painted with bright blues, purples yellows greens
and oranges. Not nausiatingly, like many clubs the hansons had seen. A nice change.
The whole group had waited and waited. Seperatly of course, across the room from eachother. Hanging in different corners. Anticipating.
The music was actually incredibly reviving. Even though the sight of the drummer pooling sweat wasn't exactly the most attractive thing, and man did that kid sweat! They played well enough. Well enough to go to Denver.
Certainly well enough for some one to see them and say 'hey, look, hanson wanna be's' and pick them up.
Light music still ringing in their ears, the sound of 'tay ain't he hot' ringing in Taylor's, they stayed with their groups. Waiting for everyone else to clear out so they could go catch up on the latest 'who's what' news.
The over all impression?
