Clint"Bob - I gotta talk to you man," I bombarded my brother as he came out of the television room.
"No way, dude. Me first."
I scowled. "But it's about Dave!" I whined. Our triplet had priority over anything Bob could possibly have to say.
He stopped and gave me a funny look. "So's what I have to say...Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Uh-oh. This could be bad. Well, it couldn't be good. If Bob and I had the same thoughts concerning our third half, chances were, we were right. "Umm...I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm thinking that Dave's freaking out over Hanson." I watched as my twin's eyes widened and he all but sank into the seat across the table from me. "Well, maybe I'm wrong. I don't know why he would..."
"No," he quietly interrupted me. "That's what I was thinking, too." He sounded numb. "I mean, what was he grinning about back there while we were talking with them? And then how he got all...paranoid. I just..."
Bob met my eyes and the realization of exactly what he was saying slapped me in the face. My jaw slid open and I took in a sharp, unexpected breath. "You mean, you think...?"
He looked confused. "Well, maybe. I mean, hasn't the thought crossed your mind?" I blinked. "About him I mean. Him being that way," he clarified, blushing.
"Well, yeah, but..." I sighed and ran my hands through my tousled hair. "But do you really think...You really think he's gay?"
Isaac
Buy a chocolate bar so I can dream;
Another day goes down the drain..."
The music blared from the speakers. We were backstage getting ready for our soundcheck, and of course, none other than The Moffatts had been scheduled directly ahead of us. Go figure. (*insert author smiling stupidly at her predictable predicament*) I listened, for once actually interested in the act on stage. The novelty of music festivals and celebrity bands had pretty much worn off over the years that my brothers and I had been in the entertainment business. However, I found myself surprisingly attentive to The Moffatts. I'd never heard their stuff before, but I knew we'd often been compared to them, so I figured I might as well take advantage of my opportunity to listen to them. And I'm glad I did; their guitarist was awesome.
And I wasn't the only one giving their music more consideration than normal. Zac and Taylor were standing right there with me, looking out at the stage and the performers on it. They really did have a great energy, and a unique sound, too. It was kind of a mix of alternative, grunge, blues, and pop; I was impressed. They were very promising, and I knew they were going to have a lot more success in the states soon.
They filed offstage sweaty and gulping down water. We all offered our hands, and they slapped them lazily. "Kickass guitar solos, man," I complimented the one that had introduced himself to us as Scott.
Thanks, dude," he responded after finishing off his bottled water.
I smiled courteously at the rest of them, and noticed for the first time how much two of them really did look alike. "Wow," I commented. "You guys could pass for twins." Everybody laughed at me. "What? They could!" I sighed. "Taylor, don't you think they look alike?"
Taylor
Of course I did. They were twins. Stupid Isaac. But I couldn't exactly say that without looking suspiciously like a fan. But I also didn't want to look stupid like Ike. Luckily, I neither had to give myself away, nor embarrass myself. I didn't have time.
"Actually, we are twins," the bass player explained. "See?" He and Bob framed their faces with their hands, blocking out their contrasting hairstyles.
"Whoa," I heard Zac say. "And I thought just having brothers was bad. If there was another one of me, I'd probably end up killing him," he laughed.
"Not if Mom got there first," Ike put in.
I had to agree.
