Chapter two hundred and fifty-two:

After the sound check, Isaac, Taylor and Zac gathered in the VIP room.

Taylor was sleeping with his arms crossed over his chest. He was sitting up on a small corner of the sofa.

Zac occupied the other three fourths of the sofa, stretched out and snoring.

Isaac looked around the room and finally stood. He removed his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Luke’s number.

“Hello?” He asked after several rings.

“Luke, it’s Isaac.”

“Hey, man.”

“How are the girls?”

“Alright, they’re watching movies.”

“Any trouble?”

Luke paused. “Well…”

Isaac smiled to himself. “Am I right to assume my wife is behind some of that trouble?”

Luke sighed on the other end. “They spoke to the fans.”

“I thought-“

“I told them not to!” Luke defended. “I specifically told them not to speak to anyone on the way to the cab.”

“What did they say?”

“Someone asked Christy if she was your wife…”

Christy shouted something in the background.

“What as that?” Isaac asked.

“Christy says that I shouldn’t talk about her like she isn’t here.”

Isaac laughed. “Okay. What did Christy say?”

“She just said yes. Then they asked if she was pregnant.”

“Oh shit. She didn’t admit to anything, did she?”

“No, all she said was ‘Not yet’.”

Isaac laughed. “Oh yeah, that’s my wife.”

Luke laughed at that comment. “They spoke to Jen too, it was really weird.”

“What did they say?”

“It was really bold… they seem to be under the impression that Jen is dating Taylor.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and when I touched her, they called her a whore.”

“Are you serious? That’s insane! Girls are brutal to each other.”

“I know.” Luke shook his head.

“You’re probably going crazy with those three girls there.”

“Not really. They’ve pretty much kept to themselves. Although, I’ve already been informed that I need to switch to a leave in conditioner to give my hair more volume and I have an oily T-zone… whatever that means.”

This sent Isaac laughing again.

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Zac followed his older brother’s to the stage.

“Don’t forget that we’ve changed the order, Zac.” Taylor was saying. “We’re now singing ‘Where’s the Love’ as the second song and ‘Runaway Run’ is going to be the third song, not the other way around.”

“I know.” Zac said quickly. “I changed the order on my set list already.”

“Good.”

“And don’t forget your part in ‘Where’s the Love’, you missed it last night.” Isaac reminded.

“That was a mistake.” Zac replied. “I was distracted.”

“By what?”

“I don’t know, the girl in the front row with the big breasts throwing her red thong on the stage?” Zac retorted.

His brothers laughed at this. 

They arrived at the side of the stage, just as the stage hands were removing the last few pieces of the opening-band’s gear from the stage.
Zac tucked his monitors in his ears as his brothers did the same.

They went through their backstage ritual, the same as they did every night, and took the stage for their set.

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