Zac just groaned.
"C'mon Zac! You gotta get out of bed. We've got… lemme see… we've got a press conference and a sound check and a concert today, so up ya get."
Zac groaned again.
"Quit yelling." He mumbled.
"Who's yelling?"
"You are."
"No, I'm not."
"Are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not."
"Shut up and go away."
"Hungover huh?" Isaac asked, popping in.
"Yep. I'm not surprised. We both saw how wasted he was last night."
"Well, all I can say is, I hope the concert doesn't suck because Zac is too hungover to play."
"Nah, we're gonna get him out of bed. Wakey wakey Zac."
"Hey, I have an idea…"
Isaac walked out again. Next thing Taylor (and Zac) knew, was that Isaac's six youngest kids (Wolverine, Gambit, Joy, Libby, Cyke and Lockie) and two of Taylor's youngest (Charlotte and Rose) all came bounding in and practically jumped on Zac's bed.
"You gotta get up Uncle Zac!" Cyke yelled happily.
"My head…" Zac groaned.
Isaac and Taylor smirked.
"Say, Tay?"
"Yes Ike?
"I'm feeling rather inspired."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. At sound check Zac'll probably find some place to curl up and go back to sleep. I'll tell ya then."
"Ooh." Taylor replied, seeing the look on Isaac's face. "I have a feeling I'm gonna like this."