Part
One
(Zac)
I lay here awake in my
bed. I
couldn’t sleep. We have been working so hard lately and now that I have time
to rest, I don’t want to. Our new CD is underway and I am already to take a
break. That would never happen for the following reasons: one, my brothers would
kill me. Two, our fans would be disappointed. Three, I might not return. I have
thought about it for a while now. That wouldn’t be in my best interest though.
I thought about breaking away from this whole fame thing. Don’t get me wrong I
love thousands of girls throwing themselves at me, but I have to take everything
else that goes along with that. The press, pressure, and lack of sleep. I
probably haven’t introduced myself well enough yet. I am Zac Hanson. You
probably would remember me for our “Mmmboping” days. I am currently 15
though. My brothers and I have come a long way from that. Our last Cd, This Time
Around, came out last years so we don’t want to wait long to get a new CD out.
That’s what we would be working on currently. We fly back and forth between
here, Tulsa, to L.A. Our schedule is very hectic. I am so tired though. I must
of eventually drifted off to sleep because I woke up to the sun shinning through
our curtains in our room.
“Is it time to get up already?” I
yawned.
“It’s past twelve, I think so.”
Tay’s smart-ass enters my brain.
I slumped into the shower. I did not
want to get up. I hadn’t fallen asleep till at least four. Sleeping in would
have been nice. Welcome to my world.
“Are you done yet?” Jessica pounded
on the door.
“Does it sound like it?” She thinks
because she is a teenager she rules the world.
“Hurry up, other people in this house
would like to use the bathroom.”
I finished my business in there so she
would shut up. Girls, what’s wrong with them? I guess that’s an answer
I’ll never know. I put some clothes I found lying around and combed my hair.
I’m glad I didn’t cut my hair like my brothers. I see it as my trademark.
They just wanted to fit in with the crowd, even if they won’t admit it.
“I’m going out.” I needed the
fresh air.
“Where too?” My mother, Diana,
asks.
“Rollerblading, when should I be
back?”
“Before five, dinner will be around
then.”
I left. There was only a small group of
fan outside waiting to stare and scream at me. I love them to death, but don’t
you think they would rather do something else. I guess I wouldn’t know since I
never was or had the chance to be like that. That’s one thing I miss, being
myself. I can’t go out without being noticed. I stared all this really young
and now I have missed out on doing stuff like that. Sometimes I wish I could be
one of them. Fans are so complicated. Especially when you get 12 screaming girls
together. There wasn’t that many here but close enough. I smiled and gave an
autograph or two and then went off. Luckily I was able to go fast enough where
if anyone did notice me they couldn’t stop me. I whirled through the streets
feeling free. I guess that’s why I didn’t notice anything ahead of my. Sure
enough I trip and fall. Another scar to add to the collection.
“Are you okay?” A strange voice
asks me.
“Yeah, I think I’ll live.” I get
up feeling the throbbing pain in my elbow.
“Are you sure? The person asks again.
“What’s your name?”
I looked up, plus I wasn’t used to
having to answer that question. I was talking to a girl. She apparently knew who
I was when I looked up at her because she flushed. I couldn’t help but notice
she had the most beautiful, sparkling blue eyes I had ever seen. She started to
leave.
“Wait a minute.” I don’t know
what possessed me to do that.
“Yes?”
“Would you like and autograph as a
thanks for helping me up?”
“Sure.”
I pulled a pen and paper out of my
pocket, yeah I know it seems cocky but I carry them around for this type of
situation. I signed my name and put thank you for your help with a happy face. I
handed it to her and I think she was about to die.
“Nice to meet you, maybe I’ll see
you around some time.” I started to walk away and then stopped myself. “Hey,
I didn’t catch your name. What is it?”
“Kirsten.”
“Bye Kirsten.” I smiled and
rollerbladed off.
I rollerbladed for at least an hour
more. I decided that was enough. I went home in time for dinner.
“Zac would you help me set the table
please?” My mom had made a very nice dinner. It was our first in a while. We
did just get home for L.A.
“Zacy, what happened to your
elbow?” My little brother Macki, aka Mackenzie, asked me.
“I fell while I was rollerblading.”
“You did? Are you okay?” I heard my
mothers voice from the kitchen
“I’m fine mom.”
“After dinner we are going to
practice, ok Zac?” Tay was really into this. He lived, slept, ate music. How
could I say no to him?
“Fine by me.” We did need to work
on some more material for our new CD. Ike agreed nonetheless. He was more into
him music now than ever. Since his recent heartache occurred. His girlfriend,
Lisa, for nearly 8 months just broke his heart. She decided she didn’t want to
see him or something. I don’t think there was ever a real answer on why. I
didn’t like her anyway. She was a jealous freak. I’m sure if she had her way
she would make Ike quite his family. I hate her,
“Earth to Zac!” I was hit with a
pea.
“What?” I noticed we were waiting
to say our prayer. We all ate a peaceful dinner and then us boy, I should say
guys, headed down to the garage.
“Ok, I think we should finish this
song we have been working on and then move on to some other ideas we might
have.” Tay’s demands kicked in.
“Yes drill sergeant.”
“Funny Zac.” Tay mocked me.
“I know.” I agreed. We got started.
We practiced for what seemed forever when in reality it was only like 3 hours. I
just didn’t feel up to it anymore. I needed to take a break for a while.
“You can’t just not feel like it
anymore.” Ike was on Tay’s side.
Did I ever mention Jackie? Yeah,
that’s what would be what’s up Taylor’s ass right now. She’s like his
period I swear. She’s broke up with him like once every month, which would add
up to be like7 months now. He keeps going back to her though. I just don’t
understand it. That’s not my fault though. I’m like the only one of us who
doesn’t have to worry about girls and what not. “It’s not my fault I’m
emotionally stable and your not.” Bad move on my part.
“Oh, so it’s my fault I like
girls.” Here comes Tay on the PMS train. “Maybe you should grow up and learn
to work.”
“Oh I’m sorry I even said
anything.” I feel like the odd man out. It seems I have been drifting apart
from them. Yeah that’s probably impossible, but I miss my old brothers. Girls
have taken them away from me. Well I just gave in to them so I wouldn’t be
reamed by Tay. I practiced until they were satisfied with what we did.
“Zacy?” I felt a little one tugging
on my pants. I was Zoë.
“What is it?” She was so adorable.
“Will you color wif me?” She
wasn’t great at talking yet, but she was coming along.
“Sure.” I followed her into her and
Mackey’s room. They shared it together. The crayons were spilled all over the
floor. I popped a squat and colored for a while with her.
“Hey Zac, we’re renting a movie.
Have anything in mind?” Ike popped his head in.
“How about the Replacements? I heard
it was pretty good.” Ike mumbled something to himself and left my sight. I had
a feeling something was up, but I paid no attention to it.
“Zac sweetie, will you put Zoë to
bed for me?”
“Sure mom. Come on Zoë, let’s get
ready for bed.”