"... but-- I don't want to," Kris protested weakly. Her manager, Jim Mazer, was wearing down on her.

"Kristen, listen. You--" Jim began.

"Kris," she corrected automatically.

"Alright, Kris then. You are a fairly new band; Hanson is a very well-known band. You play different kinds of music. And here's the clincher: you are girls. They're boys. Your bands are total opposites, and that's exactly what we want!" Jim exclaimed.

"You gonna tell me why the hell I would want to tour with a teenybopper band?" Kris demanded.

"Listen... they're better know than February, so they'll bring in a bigger crowd. They can bring in girls; you three will bring in guys. They'll bring in the teenyboppers; you'll bring in the real fans. There'll be a more musically diverse crowd, amounting to more people attending concerts! People who just like Hanson will come; people who just like February will come; people who like both will come," he stated. "It will work out perfectly."

Jim leaned in closer. "And," he began in a lower voice, "it was requested by Hanson's management. Their ticket sales are slowly falling; yours are rising. They need you and you need them! You will help each other out. I'm telling you, Kris-- perfect."

Kris sighed. She knew what Jim was saying was true, but still... Hanson? That was something to think about. What if February's fans didn't come because they refused to sit through a Hanson concert, complete with screeching teenies?

"Well..." Kris began hesitantly. "Okay. But--"

"Alright!" cheered Michelle. She was a big Hanson fan.

"Hey, hey. Lemme finish," Kris said. "As I was saying, okay.But, if they get on my nerves, I'm gonna kick their asses."

Jessa burst out laughing. "Kris, you're the only person I know that would seriously beat up Hanson. How the hell do get the nerve?"

Kris grinned. "Pure talent."

*** *** ***

Isaac Hanson sighed. This vacation totally sucks, he thought bitterly. Since we got off the plane, to the time when we got in this limo, it has sucked. He groaned inwardly. Screeching girls, cameras flashing, and interviewers babbling was notwhat Isaac thought of a perfect vacation. And, in a week, they were starting their world tour with some band they'd never heard of.

He sighed again, and covered his ears. Zac was standing on the limo's seat, poking his head out of the sun roof, and belting out a Dennis Leary song. "They come over here and they take all our land, they chop off our heads and they boil them in oil! Our children are leavin' and we have no heads! We drink and we sing, and we drink and we die!" Zac half screeched, half sang, but was cut short as Isaac pulled him down by the pants, and fell hard against the seat.

"Shut up. Do you want everyone in California following us?" Isaac asked through gritted teeth. "God, Zac! You're fourteen, how can you be so immature?"

Zac stuck his tongue out at his nineteen-year-old brother as his only response.

The woman who was to make sure the Hanson's got going on the tour, Marie Jacobson, was babbling on about nothing. Until then. "You know that group you're touring with, February? They're are about your age."

"One is eighteen, one is fourteen, and the other twelve. They've just made it big, you know. They're always getting compared to you. But they're girls. Umm... I think their names are Jessa, Kristen, and Michelle. All sisters. Anyway, you should hear some of their music. Really good. They wrote it themselves, I hear. Very original stuff. They've just released their second album, but their first was independent. It's called 'Still Crazy'. Let's see if I can find their single on the radio." She reached over to flick on the car's radio. "Their song 'Faith' has been so popular, it's on almost every five minutes..." While they were waiting for the song to come on, Marie pulled a teen magazine from some unknown place, and flipped through it.