"You only have one tour bus?" Kris demanded of her manager. "No, no, no! It doesn't work that way; I won't share living space with any Hansons!"
"Look, we don't--" Jim Mazer began.
"I can't believe you!" she interrupted him. "How hard is it to get a tour bus? Why didn't you tell me how stupid you were before I hired you? Why are you just sitting there?" Kris bombarded him with questions.
"What's wrong, Miss Macey?" a random staff member asked from behind her.
"We are starting the tour today, and because of my stupid fucking manager, we don't have enough stupid fucking tour busses!" she shrieked. The staff member, surprised and slightly frightened, hurried off.
"Look," Jim said. "This was the best I could do. Besides, there is no way that we can get tour busses in a matter of two hours! We need to leave as soon as possible after the concert, and that is the most amount of time that we would be able to spare between the concert and all the preparations! Our only option is to have the two groups share one until more tour busses become available."
Kris's eyes burned into Jim's sports jacket as she glared at him. With a whirl of her head, she stalked off toward the venue.
*** *** ***
"What are you doing?" asked Jake, one of the more annoying roadies.
"Nothing I'd tell you about," Kris responded coldly.
"Whatever. Just don't do anything stupid," he told, sneering.
Grr. I'm gonna kick his ass if he doesn't stop being such a wanker.
Kris wandered around backstage, looking for something to do. Hmm, I wonder what's in there... she thought to herself, grinning at the prospect of making trouble.
*** *** ***
Zac wandered around backstage, wishing he was anyplace but the amphitheater. A pet store, a mall, a 7-11, anywhere. Oh well, he thought. At least I get to mess with stuff.
At that moment, he heard a female voice go over the loudspeaker.
"Hey, what's this do?" the voice boomed. "Whoa, this is damn cool! Heh heh... um... uh, testes, testes, one two three..."
"Hey!" came another, fainter voice. "Get away from that, kid!"
Maniacal laughter came over the loudspeaker, echoing in the empty space. A moment later, a short teenaged girl with orange hair and dressed in black leather came running across the stage, followed by an overweight man in a headset.
"Get back here, you little..." he was yelling.
The girl laughed maniacally as she again ran across the stage in the other direction. "Try to catch me if you want, fat man, you'll never outrun me! Woo hoo!!"
Zac tried not to laugh as the large man slowed to a halt and tried to regain his breath. The girl could have run circles around him.
"Aw, fuck it," Zac heard the man mutter as he walked away.
Zac glanced around, looking to see if anyone was watching him. He didn't see anyone, so he slowly walked toward the blue drum set that was near the back of the stage. He glanced around again, then sat on the throne and began to play.
A moment later, the girl walked cautiously back onstage, looking for the man.
"Hey, you play?" she asked, startling Zac.
"Um, well, uh... yeah. I guess."
Kris raised an eyebrow. "You guess you play? Weird, dude."
"Oh, um, well..."
"Not too good with words, are you," Kris stated, grinning. Slowly, her grin faded. Wait a second... Zac... oh, son of a bitch! she thought, realizing who she was talking to. "Oh, lovely," she grumbled sarcastically out loud.
"Huh? Whadja say?" Zac asked.
"Nothing... I... uh, gotta... go... or somethin'..." Kris gave Zac a strange look, then hurried off backstage.
Zac just sat, confused.