“Ok, you’re there...so who’s playing the sax?” he asked.
“I think Mum is the only one who can Dad,” Mike pointed out.
Whoever was playing was doing a very good job...at least up until the one sour note that sounded just after Mike finished saying this. Taylor groaned.
“No matter how often we hide that saxophone, he always finds it!”
“Who?” asked Sam.
“Isaac,” and on that, Taylor marched over to Isaac’s hotel room and banged on the door.
“Clarke Isaac Hanson! Stop all that noise pollution!”
“He’s not that bad Tay,” Rita pointed out.
Isaac opened the door and peered at his brother.
“You’re just jealous,” Isaac said.
“Jealous? Of what?”
“Of me in general.”
“Uh huh, yeah sure.”
“Sure. And now, I have to practice,” and Isaac started shutting the door.
“Don’t you dare! You’ll be arrested for disturbing the peace!”
“And they reckon I’m immature,” Xavier commented dryly. “You don’t see me telling people they suck at something when they don’t.”
“Yeah Dad.” Mike agreed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Other than that one note, he sounded fine to me.”
“I’m with the kids on this one,” Rita said softly.
Taylor stared at them.
“I see. Betrayed by my own family. I’m gonna cry now,” Taylor replied, mockingly upset.
“Oh get over it Tay,” Isaac grinned.
“Well, meanwhile, I have things to do, people so see and places to go. And if I hear one more bad note from you Ike... well, your sax just might be the only instrument I will ever destroy.”
Isaac whacked him over the head, and went back into his room.
“Well, now that that’s out of the way,” Sam remarked, “I’m gonna go check out what’s on TV.”
“Have you done your schoolwork yet?” Rita asked.
“Umm, no...”
“Schoolwork first.”
“Oh man.”
“And that goes for all of you.”