Disclaimer:
I have to make it clear: This is fiction. I am not connected to Hanson in any way, or Mercury Records. Most of the time, I don't know what I'm >oing on about in this story. I do not know what goes on behind the scenes of a fab band, okay? I'm just a kid who got bored, and created a story. Any similarities are pure coincidence, as I wrote this from scratch, and the stuff in my head. (What stuff?!)
I have this story copyrighted, so no stealing of ideas! This story has quite a bit of language in it, and adult content. So don't bite my head off. Some may be really offensive, and I felt that I should warn you. The main character is sort of a version of me, but I'm not as extreme. Her opinions expressed go way over the boundaries I have for myself, alright? In this story, the main character's feelings towards Hanson is, well, rather negative, so don't bite my head off. Hey, she may change her mind. (I said may, people!)
I Know How You Feel
Note:
This is about a band made of three girls, called Zodiac. They are Australian, and situated in Perth. I felt that all the girl-next-door stories were piling up, and that Hanson needed to meet people their own age, who actually understand what they're going through. So far, a Zodiac madness has spread throughout Australia, and they are the thing there. Sort of a girl Hanson group. But not exactly.
This is set in October, 1997. I am aware that Hanson made 'Snowed In' during this time, in Europe, but I'm gonna make it to where they wrote and compiled their songs in Australia, and then went to Europe to record. Okay?
This is told mainly from Kris's point of view.
Time: October, 1997
Band: Zodiac
Members: Jessica Browning-Female
16 yrs of age
Star Sign: Gemini
DOB: June 1, 1981
Behavior: perfectionist, romantic, calm, enigmatic, sensitive, goofy
Instrument Preference and Skill: drums, guitar, piano.
Kristen Harmont-Female
14 yrs of age
Star Sign: Virgo
DOB: September 15, 1983
Behavior: nuts, caring, perfectionist, impatient, bossy, funny
Instrument Preference and Skill: piano, drums, guitar
Jamie Browning-Female
13 yrs of age
Star Sign: Pices
DOB: March 9, 1984
Behavior: nuts, shy, funny, thoughtful
Instrument Preference and Skill: guitar, piano, drums
Prologue: Camera Creep
Kristen looked up at the camera, squinting.
"Don't squint, Kris." Bob Reagent, Zodiac's film manager, told her from somewhere behind the camera.
"Well, how the bloody hell am I not going to squint with three friggin' halogen lights in my face?! I don't have that many damn zits, do I? Making my face all white! I tell you. Man. Are you prejudice or somethin'?" Kristen snapped, her patience wearing thin.
She was in the middle of recording her second single's video clip, 'I Recall' from the album 'Looking All Around' for her band Zodiac. The first single, 'Why?' made a big hit, number 1 in fact, and Zodiac was a big name all over the country. And to top it all off, Reagent, the fat ass, was getting up her nose.
"And what's with the pouting thing? You guys are out to make me look like I'm ready to get married, and raise a few brats! I'm hardly a teenager."A sigh came from somewhere in the darkness.
"Because the light brings out your eyes, and lips. They are your best features. Your mouth is another thing, though..." Reagent said the last bit quietly, but Kristen heard.
"Dirty bastard." she muttered. "Righto. Why can't Jam and Jess sweat it out with me?" she asked, glaring at what she hoped was Reagent's face.
Obviously not, because the face she was glaring at waved frantically to the left, and she shifted her gaze. Ah, there's the asshole. The staff that worked with Zodiac hated Reagent as much as Kris did, and always loved it when she pissed him off.
"Because you are the lead singer for this segment, and-"
"I don't care! There are two other members in this band, too, you know. Zodiac ain't just me, capish?" she fumed. "And this set! I feel like I'm 5 again. We're only missing a Barbie house!" She looked around, disgusted at the set. The walls were pink, the bed pink, the lamps, beanbags, and carpet was pink. "Good God, even the bloody door handle is pink! Reagent, last time I checked, we're not doing an ad for Barbie, here! Pink totally sucks! Who the hell am I?! Dannii Minogue?"
She started to sing in a whiny voice: "All I wanna do, all I wanna do, all I wanna do is touch you..." The staff groaned and covered their ears.
Reagent clapped sarcastically. Kristen wanted to pick up a disgusting pink teddy bear near her feet and throw it at him, but she couldn't see him that well. She kicked at it, and it went flying off the set into the darkness.
Kris turned away, and muttered angrily at the grossly painted walls. She fiddled with the two tiny plaits that came from each side of her head, from behind her ears. Straightening her back, she turned around again. She looked as if she had calmed down, but she was really fuming. Suddenly, a honey sweet smile that could deceive anyone spread across her face. "All right. I'm done PMSing. Let's rock." She sat back into the prop chair, slouching as instructed, and waited for the music to begin again. It came on, but not before she heard the telephone ring, and Reagent went to answer it in his office.
Kris jumped up, and bopped around the stage. She made faces, pretended to tear off the prop teddy bears' heads, and other stuff. Kristen looked under the bed, and pulled a lacy pink bra from underneath. She raised her eyebrows, and pretended to try it on using the mirror on the closet door. She imitated Reagent, waddling around the stage, pretending to give orders in time to the music. By the time the song was done, the crew were in tears from laughing. Bob Reagent finished his call, and found an angelical looking Kristen in her chair. But the crew looked like they had peeled onions for a hobby. He grew suspicious.
"Let's take a look at that video." he told the cameraman.
Kris got up and tripped off the stage, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness.
"I'm going to practice, now. Later."
"Wait. I just got a call from Trodson."
Kris grimaced. Trodson was Reagent's little foot soldier, and another slime ball in the making. He was the only one here who actually liked Reagent. Reagent continued. "There's going to be another band coming in. They're on holiday, and want to use the studios. They got in two days ago, and need to keep in tune. So, I've been told to let them do anything they want, and if you run into them, get out of their way."
> Kris spun around, and snorted. "Oh, and who's so high-and-mighty that >they can kick us off our turf?" > "The band's calle-" He stopped when she handed him the pink bra. > "If you're gonna have a quickie with the missus under my pink Barbie >bed, Bob, then do it properly." she told him, sniggering. The crew >snorted from keeping in their laughter as Reagent turned a bright pink, >enough to match the lacy underwear he was fingering. > "Later." She had to get away from that creep and his beady eyes. >"Creep." she muttered. > Chapter 1: Zodiac > > "Yo, girls, what up?" she yelled as she bounced into the recording >booth. Jessica and Jamie Browning glanced up from their instruments, and >grinned. Kristen stopped, and marveled at the difference in the sisters. >Jessie was tall, thin and wiry. She had long blonde hair that was >straight and that hung past her waist. Her skin was darkly tanned, and >perfect. Her face was oval, and sweet looking. Most of their male fans >drooled after her. > Jamie, on the other hand, was shorter and darker with pale skin. She >was a bit on the chubby side. But just a bit. Her jet black hair was >shoulder length, and wavy. Her face was rounded, and always had a >vulnerable look to it. Except when she sang. Then her face was lovely, >and bright. > Both sisters had four things in common, though, despite these >differences. One, they shared unusual colored eyes. Sort of a purple >gray. A fogged up fuchsia, Kris always said. Another was that they had a >strong love for music, of any type. Thirdly, they could harmonize with >the best of them. They had lovely voices. Jess was an alto, and Jam a >soprano. And lastly, they both agreed that the other was adopted, or >something. > Kris was sort of a mix between the two. She had dark olive skin, brown >hair with golden highlights that couldn't make up it's mind on whether >or not be straight or curly. She was not too tall, or too short. Medium >weight, and so on. The only thing that stood out were her eyes and her >mouth. She prided herself on her full lips, and amazing emerald eyes. > She was sort of their other sister, but by only by the adoption the >Browning's were certain the other was gotten by. She was adopted by the >Browning family when she was 10. Four years ago. Ever since then, the >three girls stuck like glue together, and were best friends, even though >they fought like cats and dogs every once in a while. > "What took you so long?'' asked Jam. > "I bet she was pissing Reagent off again." Jessie answered her sister, >fiddling with the cables hooked up to their instruments. > "Right on. Such a pervert. He was fingering some underwear I found on >the set. That pig gives me a major case of the willies." Kris told them, >shivering. > "If he even has one." Jamie chuckled. > "Don't even go there, Jam. So. What are we doing?" Kris asked. > "Let's play 'I Recall' through once on our good instruments, and then >on our bad.'' Jess suggested. They ran for the instruments. Jess on >drums, Kris on keyboard, and Jam on guitar. > "One, two, three, four!" Jess beat out with her drumsticks, and they >began. When the ballad ended, Jam took a look at Kris and busted out >laughing. > "Your face, Kris, is so red, I could paint a fire engine with it!" she >giggled, holding onto her side. > "So? So what if I really get into the music?" Kris asked, grinning. > "You look just like Taylor Hanson!" Jam held up a picture of a very >familiar face. > "Right." she snarled, and turned back to her keyboard, and began to >furiously play the opening chords of 'Why?'. > "I thought you like them." Jam said quietly. Kris stopped her mad >pounding, and sighed. > "Sorry, Jam. It's just that I'm sick and tired of being compared to >them all the time. 'Female Version of Hanson!' 'Australia's Answer to >Hanson!' 'Zodiac: It's What's in the Stars for Hanson!' It just makes me >sick of them, you know. Why don't they have their noses rubbed into it >as well? If they did, they'd probably hate us just as much!" > "Yeah, but hey! They don't have that much in common with us." Jess held >up her fingers, and started to count off the differences between Hanson >and Zodiac. "One, they don't have three members.... umm... Two, they >don't have siblings in their... oh, damn.... Three, they don't play the >same instruments as us... Eh?... Four, they haven't been working hard at >this for years like we... shit. Five, they don't get PMS like we do..." > "Yeah, they do! Remember that interview we saw on that show? I forgot >which one, but Tay bit off that woman's head, and for nothing." Jamie >spoke up. > "Well, he has an excuse, 'cause he is a girl.'' Kris grumbled. > "You guys aren't making this easy for me, are you? I'm trying to find a >difference between our bands. Six, they don't have a midget in their >group..." Jessica shot a look at her short sister. "Wait, Zac is >short... Seven, they don't have boys drool all over them like they do >us... Hey! That's one actual difference." Jessie said, proud of her >observation. > "Not if you remember Rod, your cousin. He fell in love with Taylor the >first time he saw him. I was more than happy to break the news to him." >Kris snorted, and Jessie's face fell. > She sighed. "I suppose you're right, Kris. We do seem like female >carbon copies of Hanson." > "Yeah, and Jam didn't make it any better saying that she thought the >color red ruled because it made everything beautiful, and red candy >tastes the best." Kris said sarcastically, shooting Jam a hard glare. > "Well, it's true. And it just slipped out. I didn't mean to say it like >that." she muttered as she fingered her guitar. > "Oh, come off it! You used to like the color purple before you heard of >Hanson. But now, it's red, red, red! You know, Taylor has said that so >many times that is should be copyrighted." Kris griped. "I swear, if I >saw them, I would walk up to them, and spit in their faces!" she >declared. > Jessica looked at her with a wide grin on her face. "You really would?" >she asked. > "Hell yes!" > "Wanna bet you don't?" she challenged. > "Whatcha wanna put up for it?" Kris shot back. > "Okay. Umm, if you do it, I'll cut my hair to shoulder length, okay?" >Kris nodded. Jessie's long hair was her pride and joy. "And if you don't >do it, you have to dye your hair... red." Kris was horrified. "What?" >Jessie asked when she saw the look on her face. "I mean, a redhead >wouldn't be bad. We could do with one. A black, blonde and red headed >band." > "But, but...." Kris sighed. Her pride won her over. "All right. You're >on. That is, if we ever run into the little poofters." > A music book bounced off her head, and she turned, rubbing the sore >spot, and found a grinning Jamie trying hard to look contrite. > "They're not poofters." Jamie told her. > "Whatever. So, Jess, you are determined to turn me into Geri Spice, >huh?" Kris shuddered as she turned back to the business of the dare. >"That girl is gross. If she is a girl. I mean, you would think her hair >would fall out from being dyed all the time! One thing, I am not >dressing up like a hussy, okay?!'' > "It's as clear as crystal." > "Oh, and another thing, the dickhead said that another band is coming >in, and gonna push us out, so if you see any suspicious looking groups, >jump them." > "Wonder who?" Jamie thought aloud. > "Human Nature? Silverchair? Savage Garden?" Jessie offered. > "Something international. He said they're on holidays, so they must be >from somewhere else, you dip. The Backstreet Boys? The Spice Girls?!" >she screamed, making everyone jump. "The Bee Gees? Hanson?" Kris >snickered when she saw the hopeful look on Jamie's face. "They all suck, >anyways. What about Aqua? I love them." Kris thought out loud. "He >almost told me who..." > "You mean we're here guessing, when you could have found out?!" Jamie >said, exasperated. > "Hey! I was dealing with the more important subject of pink bras! So >sue me!" Kris told her. > "All right, let's practice our bad instruments." Jess said, not >wanting a fight to start out. A flurry started as they switched. >Settling down, the girls were at their places: Jess on keyboards, Kris >on guitar, and Jamie on drums. They counted, and began. > Chapter 2: Hanson Holiday > Isaac Hanson sighed. This vacation totally sucks, he thought. Since we >got off the plane, to the time when we got in this limo, it has sucked, >he groaned inwardly. All the fans screaming, cameras flashing, and >interviewers babbling was not what Ike thought of as a perfect holiday. >And, after this, they have to go to Europe to record their Christmas >album. > They were heading for a recording studio to 'keep in tune', as they >phrased it. Frankly, Isaac didn't want to go, but his father, Walker >Hanson, said that he should at least go to see the director who was >'nice enough' to set up an appointment for them at the last minute. >Truthfully, he didn't care. The director could kick out any other band >if he wanted to, he sounded slimy enough. Like a groveling, suck-up >sleaze bag, Isaac thought. > He sighed again, and covered his ears. Zac was standing on the limo's >seat, poking his head out of the sun roof, and yelling to the streets of >Perth: "They will come! Come to get you! They will suck out your brains, >put them in a pan, fry 'em, and eat them with turnips and gravy!!! Hear >me, Australia, the Men from Milwaukee will get you!" Zac cackled, but >was cut short as Isaac pulled him down by the pants, and fell hard >against the seat. > "Shut up. Do you want all of Perth following us?" Ike told him, >gritting his teeth. Taylor looked up from his book, and gave him a >puzzled glance. Isaac glared back, and Tay suddenly found something >really interesting in his book. > Their Australian PR, Roslyn Drake, was babbling on about nothing. Until >then. "You know, there is a group here called Zodiac. They are about >your age." > Ike's ears pricked up. > "One is 16, one is 14, and the other 13. They just now made it big, you >know. They are always getting compared to you guys. But, they are girls. >Umm... I think their names are Jessica, Kristen, and Jamie. Jessie and >Jamie are sisters, and Kristen is adopted into their family. Anyway, you >should hear some of their music. Really good. They wrote it themselves, >I hear. Very original stuff. Kind of like your style, you know? They >have just released their first single, and album. It's called 'Looking >All Around', the album. Let's see if I can find their single on the >radio." She reached over to flick on the car's radio. "Their song 'Why?' >has been so popular, that it's on almost every 5 minutes..." While the >were waiting for the song to come on, Roslyn pulled a teen magazine from >some unknown place, and flicked through it. > "Ohh, look!" she cooed as she pointed out a picture of Hanson on the >cover, and then nearly every other page that had them. Isaac tried hard >not barf. > "This vacation really, really sucks." he murmured, looking out the >window. > > Chapter 3: Sucky Sounds > "Whoa! Hold it!" Kris stopped strumming the guitar, and turned to glare >at Jamie on the drums. > "What?" asked Jamie. > "You suck! Are you having hallucinations, or something? 'Cause I swear >that it sounds like you're trying to beat the crap out of a cockroach >sitting on the drum kit!" she told her. Jamie went red, and mumbled an >apology. She had always had a thing about bugs. Kris wasn't going to let >Jamie down about the time a cockroach fell into her drink, and she >almost drank it. Since then, Jamie has hated any bug of any sort, and >got hysterical whenever she saw one. > "Whoa, lay off her, Kris. You know she can't play the drums as well as >us, so just cool it." Jess came to the rescue of her sister. > "You suck just as much!" Kris told her, motioning to the keyboards. >"Banging on those keys like you have dead fingers!" > "Yeah, well, what about you? You sound just as bad since you're >literally tearing at the strings!" Jessica shot back, grabbing the >guitar from Kris's hands. > "I'm just imagining it's your vocal cords. You sound like a dying cat, >Jess!" Kris yelled. > "Hey! Shut up!" Jamie yelled. > At this, the group started a screaming match any opera singer would be >proud of. A few minutes later, as if on cue, the high pitched yelling >stopped, and the girls, red faced, stared at each other. > "Mwa... ha, ha... HA HA!" Kris started, and the other two joined in, >laughing until they lay on the floor, gasping for air. > "I suck, huh?" Jamie asked breathlessly. > "Yeah..." Kris answered weakly, grinning. > "Cool..." > > Chapter 4: All In The Stars > > Isaac pulled his eyes away from the window when a triumphant cry went >up from Roslyn. She had found a magazine that had that group in it. What >were they called? Horoscope, or something? he thought. > "Here!" she shoved the glossy mag underneath his nose. He looked half >heartedly at the picture, and then gripped the paper tightly. > "Whoa, mama!" he breathed. Three really gorgeous girls stared back at >him. One had black hair, and a half smile on her pale face. She looked a >bit shy, though, but still very pretty. Another had long blonde tresses >that was almost white, but he could tell that the tone of the hair was >natural. Her face was bright as she smiled sweetly at the camera. Ike >could tell these two were sisters, even with their differences. The >purple eyes gave testament to that. The third, with light brown hair, >had a heart shaped face, with the most startling green eyes burning >through him. Ike noticed that she wasn't smiling like the others. She >was pouting. > Roslyn smiled satisfactorily. "I see they've caught your attention." > Taylor looked up from his book, and asked what was going on. > "Come have a look." Ike told Tay, motioning his brother closer. > Taylor whistled. "Wow." he said. "Who's this?" he asked. > "Zodiac, a new Australian band." Roslyn answered. > Suddenly, a hand reached out and snagged the magazine from Ike. "Woo, >hoo! A Playboy magazine! I never thought you had it in you, Ikey Poo!" >Zac grinned, and pretended to ogle the 'Playboy bunnies' in the >magazine. "Ohh, now she's a stunner!" Zac shouted, and pointed to a >picture of... Taylor. > Taylor, of course, lunged at him, and began to give Zac noogies. "Take >that back, Zac!" Taylor demanded. > "Never!" Zac gasped. > Isaac ignored them, and turned to Roslyn. "So, which one's which?" he >asked, gesturing to the magazine. > "Uh, I think the blonde is the eldest, Jessica. The brunette, Kris, is >in the middle, and Jamie, the one with the black hair, is the youngest." >Roslyn scrutinized him, until he began to feel uncomfortable. "What?" >he asked, finally. > "They have been compared to you guys dozens of times, and each girl has >her own Hanson boyfriend match." > Isaac was curious, now. "So, who's my Zodiac?" he half kidded, half >seriously asked. > "The public tends to think Jessica is your type. She's serious, but >very funny and easy to be with. She's definently the apple of every >guy's eye. People tend to call her Gem. That's her sign, Gemini. Sort of >a call name, like the Spice Girls have." > Isaac nodded, and thought of this. By this time, Tay and Zac had called >an unsteady truce, just in time to hear about the present topic. > "Who's my honey bunny?" Zac yelled. He picked up the mag, and >scrutinized the faces of each girl. "They are something, you know? But >that one there," he pointed to Kris "looks like she has something up her >butt." he commented on her pout. > Roslyn laughed. "People think that she's your girl, Zac. She's called >Virgo, or the Virgin." > "Nuh, uh. No way. I like my older women to be experienced." Zac said, >wrinkling his nose. He looked over to his brother. "But, she looks like >she would be perfect for Tay. Mr. I'm Too Serious To Grin In My Beauty >Shots." Zac said haughtily, but stopped when Taylor punched Zac in the >arm. > "I suppose I have the dark headed one, then?" Tay asked, ignoring Zac's >whimpering. > "Yeah. She's the shy one, but very nice when she gets over it. And a >Pisces to boot. Zac," she said, trying to comfort him "that girl, Kris >is her name, is so wild, that her video director is going bald really >quickly." Zac brightened and grinned, rubbing his hands together. > "Ahh! So, ve may haff sumting in common, aftear all!" he cackled, like >a mad scientist. > > Chapter 5: The TV Room > > "Let's take a break." Kris said, and walked out the door, and into >another room. This room was slightly larger, and certainly more >comfortable. She grabbed a packet of chips, and flung herself onto a >large, overstuffed couch. Jess and Jam followed, taking their places on >the other couch. Kris flicked on the telly, randomly choosing channels. >Nothing was on, so she left it on Video Hits. 'Men In Black' was on. >They turned the volume up, loud. After trying to do the dance steps for >a few minutes, they sat back down, and talked. Diana King's 'Say A >Little Prayer' was now on. > Kris made a face at the TV, and turned to her friends. "Do you know >what that asshole was making me do?" she started to gripe away. > Jess and Jamie shook their heads. > "He put me in that disgusting pink room, again, and expected me to >actually concentrate on the lyrics! I tell ya, it's just not fair." she >said around a mouthful of chips. "I'm saying, pink sucks! That's my >motto. 'Pink Sux!!!'" she said, trying out her new motto. > "Poor you." Jamie said sarcastically. Kris threw her bag of chips at >her, forgetting that it was still half full. On it's way to hitting >Jamie, the comet that was marked 'Lays' sputtered chips everywhere. >Jamie stared at her from underneath her black hair that was now studded >with potato chips, and threw her Burger Rings back at Kris. Kris had >orange specks in her hair. > All the while, Jessica sat watching, calmly eating her potato chips. >"We ready to get back?" she asked. She stood up, threw her bag away, and >walked out. Kris and Jamie stared after her, then giggled. Kris and >Jamie got up simultaneously, and ran for the door, not wanting to be >around when someone found the mess they made. In their haste, they got >stuck, and fell into a heap in the hall, giggling. Jessie was standing >over them, grinning. > "C'mon." she told them, and turned back towards the recording studio. > > Isaac, Taylor, and Zac got out of the limo, and stretched their legs. >Roslyn followed suit. They had just finished listening to 'Why?', and to >say the least, they were stunned. The song was quick, but the girls' >voices made it seem effortless in keeping up. They have quite the >talent, thought Isaac, as he looked up at the tall building in front of >him. All feelings of cheer went down the drain. He slowly trudged up the >steps as if to his death, resigned. > Once in the lobby, the receptionist buzzed a Mr. Reagent. When Mr. >Reagent came, all of Isaac's fear were confirmed. Reagent was a short, >fat slime ball, if ever there was one. He had piggy little eyes, waddled >everywhere he went, and profusely sweated. > "Ahh! The Hanson brothers!" he said, delightedly, clapping his fat >hands together. > Isaac tried not to curl his lip in disgust as he shook the sweaty hand. >"Pleased to meet you." Ike told him, looking down at the sweaty face in >front of him. > Taylor snorted. He knew that Ike was saying it as if he was repeating a >dirty chore, like: 'Take all of Mackie's dirty diapers out to the >trash?!' (*I don't think Mackie wears diapers anymore, so let's just say >that Ike and Tay remember very well how gross that job was.*) > Tay tried not to retch as the stinky smell of Reagent engulfed him. He >quickly shook his hand, and backed away, pretending to look at the >hugeness of the lobby. > Zac downright refused to shake Reagent's hand. Reagent pretended to >brush this off, and proceeded to talk to Roslyn. After about five >minutes, Roslyn turned to them, and smiled brightly at them. ''I have to >go. Business. Sorry, guys. The limo will pick you up at 5. That okay?" > They nodded dumbly, and Zac fought the very strong urge to run and grab >Roslyn tightly, refusing to let her go and leave him with this >disgusting excuse for a human. > > "One, two, three, four-" Jess counted. Jamie struck the drums, but off >beat. > "No!" A wail of mock anguish rose up from Kris. She walked over to >Jamie, and grasped her hands. "Like this." she hit the drums, with a >perfect beat. "There. See?" She let go, and Jamie continued to play the >beat over and over. "Good." > "One, two, three, four!" > "I knew the first time I saw you, that you-" Kristen started to sing 'I >Recall' softly into the microphone. Just then, the door was flung open, >and Steve, a camera grip, grinned. > "What do you want?" asked Jessica. She hated interruptions. > "We've just now watched your tape from earlier, Virgo, and thought that >you might want to know that Reagent is about to watch it with that band. >For tips and stuff." Kris shuddered as he used her name. See, the >tabloids had developed the habit of calling them by their star signs, >and Kris was a Virgo, and thus, the name. It was really embarrassing, >though, when people called her the Virgin. > "Which band is it?!" Jamie nearly screamed, sick and tired of wondering >who the mystery group was. > "Cool it, Fishy." he said, using her Pisces nickname. "I think they're >called-" he turned his head, and spotted his superior heading down the >hallway towards him. "Shit! I have to go! Later!" They watched as Steven >ran from the room. > "Who the hell is this band?!" hollered Jamie, at the top of her lungs. > "I hope Reagent pisses his pants." said Kris, thoughtfully. "Right in >front of this group, too. That would be really cool." > "Let's get back." sighed Jessie. > > >
