Zac continued tapping out his e-mail. After re-reading it, he sent it out.
"Hey Zac! Getcha butt over here!" Isaac hollered.
"Hey, respect the butt! The butt is cute." Zac retorted with a grin.
"How would you know that? Do you check yourself out?"
"Don't need to. All my fans tell me so."
"How do you know they're not lying just make you feel good?"
"How do you know they're not lying about you not looking like a horse?"
"How do you know they're not lying about you being hot?"
"How do you know they're not lying about you being gorgeous?"
"How do you -"
"Guys? Hello? Can we get to business here?" Taylor asked, giving them a weird look.
Isaac and Zac looked at each other. Then at Taylor.
"So, Tay, how do you know your fans aren't lying to you about you being sexy?" Isaac asked, smiling.
Taylor rolled his eyes.
"C'mon guys. We have a concert to put on."
"How do you know your voice is as good as everyone says it is?" Zac grinned.
"Oh my gosh, I'm surrounded by idiots."
"How do you know you're surrounded by idiots?"
"Yeah? I heard that insane people don't think they're insane - they think everyone else is. Maybe that applies to idiots as well." Isaac added.
"Or maybe it doesn't." Taylor retorted.
"It might."
"Might not.
"Might."
"Might not."
"Might."
"Not."
"Might."
"Not."
"Hello? Guys? We have a concert to prepare for? Can you leave these immature antics for later?" Zac asked, grinning his face off, like, well, an idiot.
Taylor rolled his eyes at him.
"Isn't that what I've been trying to get you guys to do?"
"Yeah, well, obviously you weren't doing a good job."
The brothers set about getting their instruments ready for the sound check. Then, just before they started, Taylor called over to them:
"I know my fans aren't lying to me about me being sexy because I don't break cameras like you do when I have my picture taken."
"Yeah, the damage you do is irreparable." Zac joked.