"Well, we don't need to join you on the promo tour." Taylor pointed out sensibly. "C'mon Zoe, how many times did you guys stay home while we did promo?"
Indecision had finally finished their album and were going to make a couple of video clips that week. It was after this that Taylor and Rita were going to be returning to Tulsa.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She grumbled.
"It's not the end of the world. And you'll have to get used to it sooner or later." He pointed out.
"I know."
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"Zac you freak! This is the second bike this year." Taylor exploded as his brother cruised into the driveway.
Taylor and Rita and their kids had returned three days previous, and Zac was just returning from his talent scouting tour. He lifted off his helmet.
"I'm surprised you realised it was new. Especially considering there are seven bikes in the garage."
"I know enough about motorbikes to know that one is new."
"But it is a good point." Isaac cut in. "Zac, where is your other bike?"
Zac rested his helmet on his chest and bowed his head slightly.
"Sadly, poor Sally had met an untimely end." He sniffed.
His brothers stared at him.
"You were in an accident?" Taylor asked, immediately concerned.
"No. Some scumbag stole my dear Sally and ended up in the police ward in a serious condition after colliding with a really big truck. After that, well, lets face it, I needed some mode of transport. So, I bought Rellie here."
"Rellie." Isaac repeated. "Zac, you're a worry. So, was, ahh, Sally beyond repair?"
"Ike, do you know what a marshmallow looks like when you've held it over a fire too long?"
"Ok, I'll shut up."
"Thank you. I'm not so silly as to buy a new motorbike if Sally could have been repaired. Now, excuse me. I have to break this tragic news to Betsy, Betty, Elly, Nellie, Kelly, Lizzie and Beth."
Taylor and Isaac watched him take Rellie into the garage. Then their eyes met.
"Just when you think he's being sensible, he says something like that." Isaac commented, shaking his head.
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A day or so later Taylor received another latter in the mail from the stalker.
They were all photos from the first video shoot they had gone to.
But perhaps the most discomforting was the photo of him by himself. As usual, someone had drawn angels' wings on him. However, this time, a halo had been added, as well as a message scrawled in a red calligraphy pen: You're Mine.