"Hey Taylor, Zac." Lance replied. "Good to see ya again. Gee how long has it been?"
"I don't remember." Zac answered, shaking his hand.
"Well, this is Zoe and Mackie, and their friend Oliver." Taylor continued.
"Hey guys. Gee, your family sure likes to send 'em out young." Lance commented. "Do you play your own instruments too?"
"Yep." Zoe replied proudly.
"What ones?"
"Well, Oliver plays guitar, Mackie the drums and the piano. And I play the piano, drums, guitar, whistle and trombone."
Lance stared at her for a moment.
"And you are how old?"
"Ten." She giggled.
"She gets that a lot." Zac grinned. "And they all write their own songs too."
"Well, good luck to ya." Lance replied, shaking his head in amazement.
"So, what's happened after *NYSNC anyway?" Taylor asked. "I've never been very clear on that."
"Well, I've gone into music production as you know. But, ahh, I don't know what's happened to the others. We haven't really talked since the break up y'know."
"Why's that?" Zac asked.
"We just had this huge fight backstage once, the concert was a mess and well, basically after that, it just went all downhill. We just, couldn't work together any more."
"What was the fight about?"
"You know, I've been wondering the exact same thing." Lance admitted. "Truth is, it must have been something really stupid and petty because I don't remember. So, where's Isaac?"
"Oh, he's in Tulsa. He's having a house built." Taylor answered.
"Wait, you're saying he's having his house built? And I take it he and Babsie went to an architect and designed it themselves and stuff?"
"Yep."
Lance paused and gave them a look.
"Ok, that should be interesting. I'd like to see the end result." He replied. "Last time I'd met Babsie, she hadn't changed a bit."
"In fact, she's gotten worse." Zac grinned.
"Oh, by the way, that reminds me. I have a friend, also in music production, coming in a few weeks. I just remembered this because he's got the same last name as Babsie's stage name."
"Really? Who is it?"
"Harry, Harry Walters."