"Guess what!" Isaac exclaimed, bounding into the hotel room.
"You're mad and I'm not?" Zac asked.
"No Zac, that would be the other way around." Taylor grinned. "What is it Ike?"
"We've got tickets to see the Mystics! And ba-"
"The Mystics?" Zac asked. "Are they some new band I haven't heard of yet?"
"No silly. They're a magic troop thingy whatsit. We saw one of their shows on TV in LA."
"Oh. Doesn't ring a bell."
"Ike was gawking at the chick." Taylor offered helpfully.
"Oh! Oh I know who you're talking about now!"
Isaac gave Taylor a look. Taylor just smiled cheekily.
"Anyway," Isaac continued, "we've got tickets. And backstage passes - so we get to meet them after the show."
"Cool!"
"Backstage passes?" Taylor asked. "How'd we manage that?"
"Simple. The daughter of the guy who runs the hall where the Mystics are performing is a Hanson fan and when she found out that we'd booked a box there, she got us backstage passes."
"Aww, ain't that sweet?" Zac grinned.
"Yes Zac, it was very nice of her. And before we go, we're gonna sign something for her."
"I knew that was coming. I so knew that was coming."
"I didn't even know we were planning on going to see one of their shows." Taylor commented.
"Dad intended it as a surprise."
**********
The following night, they were at the theatre.
"Mackie, Zoe, stop fighting you two." Diana warned.
*Knowing them,* Rachel said to Isaac and Taylor, *they're probably gonna start telepathically.*
*Yeah, probably.* Isaac agreed.
*I think I'm gonna put up my activity-block.* Taylor commented. *I can't say I'm very interested in overhearing them.*
Isaac and Rachel both sent him telepathic grins.
A few minutes later, the show began.