YOUR Illusion?

Chapter 1

There was once a way pretty girl called whoever wrote this. We'll just call her Crystal, or Angel or Faith or any once of those God-awful names that make them sound like the heavens spat her out. Anyway she was gorgeous. I mean she was totally fit. Her glasses made her look like a sexy librarian, her stumpy legs were to die for and all the guys wanted to get near her acne-ridden face. Life is like that you know?
She was wearing her favourite outfit of, like ever (blue jeans and a cute pink top that made her AA breasts look HUGE) when her best friend who is uglier and skankier and therefore only befriended by Charm because she pitied her. Anyway Melody's friend said "I'm going to a concert tonight- I hear there are some waymondo fit guys there"
Grace was disgusted. "I don't go to concerts to see boys. I like the music."
"That's a point; did you hear N*SYNC's new song?"
....
"They play music?"

Chapter 2

Meanwhile in the glistzy and way-fabulous life of the glorious God's that are Hanson, they are suddenly struck by the same thought. (Yes they know what each other is thinking-- 'cause that's what all brothers do).
"Hmmm, my concert sense is tingling!" Taylor, the commanding leader of all earth and the band said.
The other less leadership-prone and all around one-dimensional band members nodded. "Yes. We must go to some crappy tiny town in the middle of nowhere because one of our fans lives there!"
Taylor flexed his pianist muscles as he studied their conveniently located map on the wall. "The middle of nowhere you say? Hey that's a great idea! I like the name too!" <~~HANSON RELATED IN JOKE ALERT!!!!!
The other band members would have rolled their eyes but Taylor is the boss so they can't argue.

Chapter 3

Charming and her skanky friend are getting ready for the concert and they wear their, like best outfits they will make them stand out from all the other wannabe's (blue jeans, cute top).
"Ohhh I don't want to go!" Cinnamon yelled. "I am too busy writing fan-fic to go a stupid concert!"
The skank dragged her anyway because she was mean too and Whistle refused to have any fun; just wondering around aimlessly and without a care. She found herself backstage for some reason like the bouncers couldn't talk to such a beauty like her and she skipped down the corridors in a happy trance (because her boobs were working to her advantage).
A VERY masculine voice yelled "look out!" And before Chorus could stop herself, she had ran into the hard, well built chest of a boy. He was not struck and instead held her in his God-like grip and she looked up to see the most beautiful blue eyes in the entire world...

Chapter 4- my these chapters are getting long aren't they?

Taylor strode into the dressing room, still holding Sorority in his hippo-like grip to show off his new 'find' (not that's he's pig-headed, not at all it's just he 'find's her like the treasure of the deep, the very Pandora's box that opens up into Eden and spreads in glory to the heavens and....)
"Guys, this is... Uh, something to do with Spices?"
Tabasco smiles politely at the other two, despite they are minuscule insects compared to her warrior saviour.
"Breeze this is Isaac. He doesn't say much, in fact we don't like to give him lines at all unless I need a lift somewhere (it's always 1998 by the way) and to keep a secret that is in fact poor compared to what real teenagers go through."
"Hello; I am living breathing wallpaper. Do you want to hear an impossibly stupid love song that I didn't write but one the writer made in a piss-poor effort to try to copy my real skills?"
Taylor hit him. "I said no talking!! Wait till I dump her only to realise it was a huge mistake giving up this pizza-face nerd. Then I might need you."
Isaac cowered. "Yes..."
Taylor hit him again and then pointed out the other badly drawn-out band member. "This is Zac. All he talks about is aliens. And sometimes farting. Yep that's about it. Oh and you'll find him annoying but will forgive him because he's so young and stupid."
Zac nodded. Yep, I am the gross monosyllabic caricature this story requires."
Taylor shot Zac in the head. "That's too smart!"
"Oh no." Isaac said as he strummed the guitar super-glued to him. "Does this mean I can have his lines?"
"Come on, uh girl who wrote this. This chapter is too long and we still need to get married."

Chapter 5- Maybe some day this will be published...?

Taylor is all over Detergent and making his world-class moves. "Oh my little tambourine, I'm so sad my brother is blind."
"Don't you mean dead?"
"Uh, yeah, whatever. Anyway only sex will cure my melancholy."
Ylang-Ylang would have protested but hey that's why she wrote this story. So they do the nasty (not that it would EVER be nasty with him.)
"Oh no. I'm pregnant. Now you'll have to stay with me forever."
Taylor suddenly looked at his watch. "Forever? But I have to find a mummies curse, make a pack with the devil so we become famous AND get killed in a car crash only to live in a coma-land of freaky 'what-if' scenarios! You're not even a vampire or alien! I don't have time for kids!"
"How about a story where you become a depressed cocaine-user and try to kill yourself whenever you see an object that casts a shadow?"
Taylor pondered. "Can I have sex with my rehab doctor?"
"Of course!"
Writer's edit: I'm the doctor. That's why he asked. DUH.