Toying with a small trinkit he had sitting on his desk he thought. He thought about several things. Mostly his life. What He had been given from birth.

The first thing that came to mind over this topic was hate. He often saw it wherever he went, whatever he did. It was politics, life, it was everywhere, and that was unavoidable. He had known such emotion since he was young. Things like death almost seemed a form of hate. Someone's hate. He had seen it, and experienced it.

Love was a completely opposite end. He knew people loved him, that was inevitable. Degrees of love were more or less what he tried to understand. He knew that the form in which his brothers and sister loved him was different then the way, his best friend loved him, or his teacher loved him. They were all different forms of love, but they were there. Sometimes he wondered if he really felt them at all.

Crammed together in his mind right at the moment was frustration, confusion, and a little bit of anger.

Anger was different then hate. He did not hate these people, did not hate them at all, he was just mad. Maybe jealous. But he could not hate them. He had no grounds for that.

Ever since the January gig at Benks, ever since their friend had come and told them what, or who, he thought he had seen, Zac had been thinking. It was indirect, he did not always think of it. It was always there, but he did not bring it forth to really put much effort towards until nights like this one.

The fact that hanson had, no would come to any show of theirs seemed impossible. Stupid. They had so many more things to do with their time. Zac had convinced himself it was a look alike. Merely someone who appeared to be a hanson. Surely not them.

Today had changed that. It had made Zac think harder, harder about what he and his family had in store, and what they would do. Zac sat back and thought about his experience today. It had definitely proved his feelings wrong, proved a truth.

'My brother says you guys are cool.'

Zac had given him some sort of twisted look.

'What?'

'yeah. He's seen you guys a ton, and he likes your music, he says you guys are gonna be big someday.'

Zac had blown him off, gone back to his conversation.

'He went to your show at Benks last month.'

It had stopped everything. This kid suddenly had Zac's full attention.

'What?'

'I said, he went to your show at Benks, he went with a group of friends. A bunch of them.'

Zac had frowned, big enough for his friends to ask what was wrong.

'So why are you bringing this up? Lotsa people go to our shows.'

The table at which he sat had now grown silent.

'Oh I know. But these people were important.'

Zac froze. He knew it was visible, knew it was strange, knew that he was thinking stupidly, and there was no way that the people he thought had gone really went.

'What do you mean they were important?'

There was a pause. Zac had never really talked to this kid before, he found him to be quite shallow, and a little boring.

'My brother went with some friend, that invited him cause of some other friends.'

'Do I need to keep asking you, or is it time to shoo you away?'

Zac was impatient.

'Fine. I'll hurry.'

Zac rolled his eyes.

'Please do.'

The boy began. 'Personally, I think you guys are all ego, I don't like your music, and I think you all think your too cool.'

People that sat close by heard this and murmered.

'Get on with it.'

'I'm simply telling you that the people my brother went with was hanson. Hanson was at your show. They liked you guys alot.'

Zac stood up.

'Prove it.'

Zac was a little irritated, not to mention anxious.

'I can't prove it, How do you expect me too. Other than I know they tried to get in to talk to you guys. I know that much.'

Zac's heart hit his stomach. His eyes grew wide.

'I'm just telling you. I think you still suck though.'

Zac looked at him, and when the fact that the kid had just said he sucked, clicked, he balled his fist.

'Beat it tard.'

The kid was gone in a second.

'Crap.'

'Zac man, you okay?'

Zac slowly sat down.

'I'm just a wee bit surprised that's all.'

He was angry at the hansons. Just because they had it so good. They had everything pretty easy now. Was it always that way? Probably not. He was confused, because of their bouncer. If it had been the hansons, then why hadn't he let them back? Was it him looking after, or was it just another kid that he thought we didn't want to see? He was frustrated because, the hansons being at their show would mean that hanson knew of them, hanson, heard their music, saw them perfom. The thought alone made Zac a little uneasy.

His door swung open. Jeremy stood in the doorway.

"What's this I hear about miluakee?"

For once Zac pulled a real smile.

"Jem, it's such a long story, I don't know where to start.

"Yup, I swear it guys, that's exactly what he said."

Mercy was disgusted.

"That is gross. They look like girls, sing like girls, act like girls, and they know what I was wwweeeaaaariiinnnggg. This sucks!'

Zac could not help but laugh.

"He described in detail."

Mercy frowned.

"Man, gross."

"Mey, they don't sing like girls, anymore."

Dorin stepped in the front door.

"What's this huh? Family discussion? Or is this when you guys plot your murder plan?"

"Mannnnn. Dooooorr! Hanson and a bunch of other probably nasty guys like me. Nasty nasty nasty nasty nasty."

She stood up from the table and walked out of the room. An irritated frown written on her face.

Dorin was confused.

"What? What's up with her?"

Zac giggled. It's a long story. Get out some popcorn."