Chapter one
They sat there in their manager’s office, talking over the arrangements for the European leg of the tour. They almost had it finalised, when Mr Sabec’s secretary walked into the office, he looked up at her. "Andrea" he said "I thought I told you not to disturb the meeting," "Sorry I thought you should read this e-mail that just came through", and walked out looking very angry at being told off in front of the whole Hanson family.
Dear Mr Sabec,
I am sorry to disturb your busy schedule, and would not like to intrude upon yourself or the Hanson’s in any way; however, this is a matter of utmost urgency. My daughter has been in a comer for nearly a month, and I really don’t like asking this. I am aware that Hanson will be here in London for interviews and a tour during the next few weeks, I realize this is a lot to ask, but is it at all possible for Isaac Taylor & Zac to could come to visit her? In hope that maybe hearing their voices she may come around. I have tried everything else, and am at the end of my tether, I don’t know what else to do, her doctor has said if someone very special to her tried to talk her it may help her regain consciousness. I am sorry if this is inconvenient, but I feel it is worth a try, that special someone for my daughter is Zac. This would mean a lot to her and me if only for just a few minutes, I hope you can find it in your heart to break your busy schedule and spare a little time.
I wait to hear from you soon. Thank You.
The Hanson’s passed the e-mail from one to the other, each reading it silently, and passing it down the line, ending with Zac. As he read he was that special someone for this fan, he grinned, he revelled in the thought that for once it wasn’t Taylor a fan was interested in. Chris looked from one family member to the other, finally speaking directly at Isaac, "what do you think, will you go". Ike looked at Zac and Tay, "Well…. I don’t know, I’m not sure I like the sound of this", Taylor rolled his eye’s and virtually spat the words out, "Ike where’s your compassion," he said looking straight at him in slight anger. Chris looked at them all, eventually saying "you know your not that popular in England these day’s been away far too long I’m afraid, you know that, so maybe this could be a good thing, the publicity would help". Now it was Zac’s turn to roll his eye’s " never mind the publicity, we have to do this, how could we live with ourselves knowing that girl is laying in some hospital bed, we are there right near and may be able to help. If we don’t go,…….. He trailed off, looking at the e-mail again. Zac rose to his feet his chair scraping behind him on the wooden floor; he looked straight at Ike. "Well, I’m going, if you don’t want to go, fine, but I’ll be there." And walked out the door clutching that desperate e-mail in his hand.
Later that night, Taylor found it hard to sleep, he walked about the room looking for something to read, he looked over at the table and saw the e-mail poking out of Zac’s wallet. Reading it again and again, he couldn’t help his heart going out to Mrs Greenaway a little, and couldn’t help thinking how he would feel if this were his child. He knew then Zac was right, we just had to go, He noticed the details of the hospital, Mrs Greenaway’s e-mail address and phone number, and knew what he was going to do next. He quietly logged on to the Internet, and replied to her e-mail, letting her know they would be there the following day. He then sent Christopher Sabec a short e–mail letting him know, asking him to contact the hospital and arrange the security arrangements.
The next day.
Zac threw his bags on the hotel room floor, he was feeling nervous and very anxious and couldn’t think why, he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait until after the interview to go to the hospital so hurried himself to get ready. He wanted to get there before the news broke out that they were going to the hospital and why, he thought if he slipped away now, it would be less trouble than going when the fans are there waiting outside. He scribbled the quick note, put his dark glasses on and tucked his hair into the cap he always carried just in case he wanted some time alone.
Dear Ike & Tay,
Sorry to run out on you both like this, but thought I’d make my way to the hospital, see you there later after the interview.
Sorry to leave you in the lurch, but you know those interviews aren’t my thing, I’ll only say something stupid anyway, so see you later. Please make my excuses, but make it good.
Your Bro. ZAC.
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