Chapter 50

"So, how's the recording coming guys?" Taylor asked, walking into the studio.

"Great." Mike answered cheerfully.

See, this is what most people would call irony. Before the tornado, they had two at home studios to record demos and such, but they only really needed the one for Hanson.

Now that it would be useful to have the two, they only have one. As a result, Hanson and the Four Amigos had to share the one studio.

Yeah, that's right, the Four Amigos were officially signed onto MOE Records.

They were timing it so that both bands would record and tour at the same time. They really couldn't do it any other way. But it would be an awesome double tour!

"Well, I just came up to tell you that dinner will be ready soon. So you should finish up."

"Ok Dad." Mike, Sam and Adam said.

"Rightio then dude!" Xavier said at the same time.

Taylor grinned and left shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh we can so tell which one is Ike's son huh?" he said to himself.

"What was that Tay?" Zac asked.

"Oh I was just commenting to myself that it's obvious which one of the Four Amigos is Ike's son."

Zac gave him a huge grin.

"You noticed that too?"

"I would say that we should probably tease him about it, except that he'll just say something about it being good that Xavier stands out huh?"

"Yeah, probably. The guy's been married to Babsie for too long."

"Yep, way, way too long."

"Hey, I wonder if there's a way we can file for them to divorce?" Zac joked.

"I don't know. But if you asked me there should have been a law forbidding them to get married in the first place."

"Yeah. And an even stronger law forbidding them from breeding."

"Exactly. One Isaac and Babsie is bad enough. We don't need any more."

Zac groaned.

"I can't believe she's pregnant again. Well, no I can believe it, I just don't want to. I think they're trying to y'know, take over the world. Y'know 'we'll stop having kids if you give us the world'. Y'know what I'm saying?"

Taylor laughed and walked into the kitchen help Rita. Zac followed him with his eyes then turned back to the e-mail he was writing to Larry Hudson, a professional screen play writer he was working with on his movie script. It was almost finished.

Chapter 51