“That was amazing,” he approved. “Welcome back to the show, Zoe. This is what? Your sixth time?”
“Something like that,” she smiled.
“So that was ‘Butter Fingers’, what’s it about?”
“Well, it’s about a relationship where one person is… they’re aren’t holding up their end, as it were, and their partner is slipping away as a result.”
“You wrote the song yourself, as usual, is this a reflection of any relationship you’ve had?”
“No. At least I hope not,” she replied with a rueful smile.
“Why did you call the album ‘Slipping Away’?”
“Well, that’s a line in ‘Butter Fingers’, and it kinda… it’s felt like the right thing to name it I guess.”
There was no way that Zoe was going to admit the real reason. Thanks to the stalker she felt like she was slipping away. Her sanity, her life, her hope, everything. The interview went on.
“You’re touring with Mutant Girls, I believe?”
“Sure am. I make a point of not even touring with support bands if I don’t think they can make it. I have a reputation to uphold, and standards, and I think Mutant Girls are going to be around for a long time. Rogue and Storm are very talented young ladies. We’ve managed to drive the roadies nutty by writing a couple of songs together during sound checks,” Zoe smiled.
“I also believe they’re your nieces?”
“Yeah. That part of it is a little weird because I remember when they were born,” she laughed. “To think that they’ve turned into these beautiful, talented girls, it’s kind of shocking.”
Rogue and Storm were on the same show, but at a later time.
“What’s it like touring with Zoe Hanson?”
“Well, on the one hand it’s pretty cool -” Storm began.
“- because she’s a complete legend in the music world -”
“- and on the other hand it’s… umm…”
“Well, she’s our Aunt!” Rogue giggled. “It’s another type of cool.”
“So, I guess, in a word -”
“- touring with Auntie Zoe -”
“- is cool.”
“Okay, wow, I have to ask, do you two always finish each others sentences?”
“Not always,” Rogue answered.
“But most of the time,” Storm added.
“I guess we’re just really in tune with each other.”
“It helps to be in tune when you’re a musician.”
“What’s it like being a twin?”
“What’s it like not being a twin?” Storm laughed.
“We don’t know any other way to be.”
“I think we’re probably closer than some of the other twins in our family.”
“Yeah, I don’t think any of the others finish each others sentences,” Rogue giggled.
“Well, at least, not as much as we do.”
“Boyfriends?”
“Storm has a cru-ush!” Rogue sang.
“Rogue!”
“He’s one of our -” Storm clamped her hand over Rogue mouth before she could continue. “Mmmm hmm oomm!”
“Don’t you dare!” Storm warned, pulling her hand off.
“Aww, I wasn’t going to say anything incriminating. At least, not much,” she teased.
“What about you, err, Rogue?” asked the TV host.
“Nah. Single as.”
“Okay, I have to ask this. How can we tell you two apart?”
“You can use your brain for a start,” Storm joked.
“I think our hair is the most obvious,” Rogue continued after a giggle. “I have red hair and black tips…”
“And I have the black hair with red tips. There’s also another way -”
“- but we’re not going to tell you!”