The three boys exited the stage to thunderous applause and screams, their hair sticking to their faces damply. They were covered in sweat and they were obviously tired, yet they were smiling. They always were whenever they finished a successful show. Zac was impatiently ripping his headset off his head as he brushed drips of sweat out of his eyes, and Taylor and Ike were graciously receiving the normal congratulations and compliments on a good show done. It was always the same, which, in this industry, was a good thing.

"Why don't you guys head on back to the hotel ahead of us, get some showers, and then get some sleep," their mother, Diana, suggested with a motherly smile. There were various grunts and groans of affirmation before they walked away, allowing security to lead them to their van.

Once on the road back to the hotel, the boys became a little more social…well, at least to each other.

"You know…" Zac began, but trailed off, falling into thoughts that were above and beyond his fourteen years old knowledge.

"What?" Taylor asked vaguely, yawning tiredly as he stared out the window. Zac thought a moment more before saying anything more to expand on his previous 'statement'.

"Well, this whole thing is so great, and we want it all so bad…the music thing, I mean…it'd be nice though, to have some changes. You know, a change of scenery, a new agenda…a little spice. You know what I'm saying?"

"Yup," Ike replied simply. "Yup, I do. Change is the spice of life."

"And you'd think," Zac continued as if he hadn't heard his brother. "That with everything we're going through, we could find a little change. But nope, none at all."

"Yup," Taylor agreed vaguely. "But not a little…we need a lot of change. Just to spice things up, you know."

"No, just a little. I mean, I don't want so much change that everything, like, blows up in my face like a gas pipe with a leak. I just want a little, itty bitty bit of change," Zac corrected, holding his fingers up, barely a millimeter apart, for emphasis.

"Yup," his older two brothers agreed, leaving the conversation just hanging there in open air, unfinished and forgotten.