Author's Note: I'm sorry if the lyrics to Silent Night Medly aren't correct. I wrote it out trying to listen to the song. Sorry if they are incorrect.
 
    My name is Zac Hanson. Yeah, I know. Whenever you hear that name, you think, 'oh, the mmmbop boy drummer'. Well, that's me. I am a pretty boy face on the cover of yet another magazine. I have girls screaming out my name wherever I go. I get to travel all over the world, and do whatever I want. Every guys dream, right?
 Guess again. Well, I wished once that I was a normal person. And you know what? It happened. Just like that. And now I'm stuck here. People back where I come from are still looking for me. Hah, like they'll ever find me. Good luck. Anyways, as I was saying. I wished that I was a normal person, right? Just the average Joe walking down the street, and it happened. But of course, not without a high price. A high price, that I couldn't afford. So here it is, the story of how Zac Hanson disappeared, and Zac Hanson was born. How do you start those old stories again? Oh yes.
 Once apon a time.....

 "Hey, Zac man! Hurry it up! Mom wants us at the photo shoot by 11:30!" I heard my brother Isaac screaming at me. I didn't answer. Man, just leave me alone. I struggled to pull on my pants and a clean shirt. I checked out what I was wearing in the mirror. It didn't match, but oh well. People always think that my brother's and mine tastes in clothes was never to match exactly, but it was really just we were always in such a hurry, we never had time to find anything that matched. I raced down the stairs, just as Ike was leaving. He gave a impatient look.
 "Tay's already in the car." He said, and left. I sighed, and put on my yellow Doc Martins. I liked those Docs. I had chosen them, no one else had. It was one of the few decisions that I had made myself since my brother's and I had become pop stars. I ran out, and closed the door behind me. Tay and Ike were sitting in the front of the family's old Buick. Ike really hadn't found time to shop for a new car yet, so for now we cruised around in this.
 "Sorry." I muttered. Tay shrugged.
 "Happens to the best of us." He said. I knew Tay wouldn't get mad. He's usually always late himself. We drove off to the photo shoot with the radio blaring. We weren't in a mood to talk.

 "Now, yes, you love the camera, you love the camera, because the camera loves you, oh, beautiful darlings, absolutely beautiful!" I felt like slapping the camera guy. He was really pissing me off. I had a phony smile plastered on my face. I knew Ike did too, but not Taylor. Oh, no never Taylor. He looked good in every picture. The photographers loved Taylor. Taylor's life was looking good, and making people scream and melt for him. He loved every minute of it. I liked preforming, and everything to do with the music, but the photoshoots weren't all that great. And the groupies were horrible. Yeah, there definitely is no business like showbusiness. Money money money, and everyone wants something from you.
 "All right darlings! Take 5, we'll be back in a few!" The photographer said. I jumped off from the stool I had been standing on, and ran to the bathroom. I had to go really bad. I did my business, and washed my hands. Someone, a girl, came into the washroom.
 "Uh, ths is the guys bathroom." I said. She smiled. Her eyes glittered like cold ice.
 "I know, Zachary." She said. I nodded slowly, and headed for the door trying to slip around her. She laughed. It was unlike any other laugh I had ever heard before.
 "Oh, Zachary, don't be stupid. I can help you. I can make you and everything around you...non Hanson." She said. I narrowed my eyes at her.
 "What do you mean?" I asked. She smiled again, a little lopsided half smile.
 "I mean, I can make it so you don't have to do any more annoying photoshoots, the girls won't be screaming for you, and everything else you've been wishing for the last few weeks." She said. I tried to hide my surprise. How did she know?
 "I know everything, Zachary." She said, and her smile faded.
 "What, do you want?" I asked.
 "To help you. Just agree that you'll do one thing for me." She said.
 "What?" I asked uncertainly.
 "Never tell anyone about our little secret." She said. I nodded. "Do you swear?" She asked. I nodded.
 "I swear." She smiled. And held out her hand.
 "Let me help you, Zachary." She said. I took her hand.
 "It's Zac. What's your name?" I asked. She smiled.
 "Lucille. Or Lucy. Whichever you prefer." She said. I nodded.
 "Okay...Lucy." I said.
 "Don't you have a song called Lucy?" She asked. I nodded. "Well, as of tomorrow morining, no one will care." She said, and squeezed my hand. I felt shivers go up and down my spine, and it was as if my whole body was on fire. It was a excrutiating pain, and yet, at the same time there was no pain. As soon as it had come it was gone, and I was left standing alone in the washroom. I checked my watch. Shit! Ten minutes had passed already. I left the washroom in a hurry. Who was that strange girl? Maybe I was hallucinating. But then how do I explain the missing time? I saw the photographer, or Jaime as he liked to be called, waslking around impatiently. Taylor and Ike looked bored. He spotted me.
 "Sorry I'm late." I said. He was furious.
 "Sorry? My time is precious and very little, so if you'd pleases mile and go stand over there with your brothers, thank you." He said, and turned away. I was really mad. Who did he think he was?
 "Go to hell!" I hissed. He whirled around. Ike and Zac had looks of surprise on their faces.
 "What did you say?" Jaime demanded.
 "I said, go to hell. I don't need you, or your stupid pictures. You can go to hell for all I care." I said, and stomped out of the studio. I heard feet hurrying after me.
 "Yo! Zac, whoa man, slow down." It was Tay and Ike.
 "Why? You don't have to leave because of me. You love the spotlight. You could take pictures forever." I said to Taylor. He got a hurt look on his face.
 "That's not true. Look, that guy was a pain in the ass, and I knew someone was going to tell him off. I just didn't think it was going to be you." He said. I felt bad about what I had said, and nodded.
 "Yeah, well, he was a jerk. Let's go home, kay?" I asked. Taylor looked at Ike, and nodded. Ike shrugged, and we left. It always struck me odd the way Taylor always had to say something was okay. Ike was the oldest after all. I know we always say Hanson has no 'band leader', I think, it's unofficially Tay. And it's like that in real life too. He's just so damn perfect. It's scary. We got home, and I was pretty tired, so I trudged upstairs, and fell fast asleep.

The next day.

 I rolled over, and opened my eyes. everything was blurry, and I squinted to read the clock. 12:37. Huh? In the morning? Why's I wake up now? We don't have to be in Oklahoma Ciry for another six hours. I closed my eyes again, opened, and looked at the clock.
 "Holy shit!" I jumped out of bed. It was 12:37 in the afternoon! I had slept in majorly! I rushed to put on some clothes. Then I realised something else. My room wasn't right. I was in my regular bed, and then...there was one other bed, instead of the bunkbeds.
 "What the...?" I shook my head, and finished getting dressed. Where were all of Ike's things? His guitars and all his crap? I went down staris. I saw Taylor and Jessie watching cartoon's in the kitchen.
 "Hey, guys, what happened to the bunkbed?" I asked. Taylor gave me a weird look.
 "What are you talking about?" He asked. I was starting to get freaked out.
 "The bunkbed that you and Ike sleep in?" I said. He raised his eyebrow.
 "Hey, dude, I don't sleep with any guys. And who's Ike?" My jaw dropped.
 "Isaac. Our brother. And aren't we supposed to be in Oklahoma City right now?" Taylor and Jessica looked at me like I was from Mars, or better yet, Albertane.
 "Zac, are you okay?" Jessie asked. Taylor shook his head. It was then I noticed something different.
 "You're hair!" I shrieked Taylor narrowed hie eyes at me, and defensively put his hands up to his golden locks, which were now half way to his ears.
 "What about it?" He asked.
 "You, you, you cut it off?" I gasped. Out of the three of us, Taylor loved his long locks the most.
 "Zac, the longest I've ever had it was to my earlobes. What's with you this morning?" I shook my head. Then I remembered, Ike started to grow his hair long, and Tay thought it was really cool....
 "Omigosh, Taylor, is Ike dead?" I whispered.
 "Taylor? That's my middle name, bro. Why are you calling me that? And who the hell is Ike?" He asked. I felt the room begin to spin, and I almost fell. I saw Tay and Jessie get up.
 "Jess, go get mom. I think Zac's like, sick or something.
 "Okay Jord." She said, and left the kitchen.
 "Zac, man, snap out of it." He said. I looked to the wall that had our family portrait on it. I saw there was someone missing.
 "Ike?" I asked, and blacked out.

 "Hellooooooo?" I called out. No one was answering. I was in a big dark room all by myself, and I didn't know where the hell I was.
 "Hell is close enough." A female voice said. A female voice that sounded oddly familiar.
 "Who are you?" I asked.
 "Think. I gave you your wish." My wish? But, I had wished for lots of things, and the last time I had wished for something was....
 "Lucy!" I asked. There was the same odd laugh.
 "Yes?" She asked sweetly.
 "Why am I here?" I asked.
 "What's the last thing you remember?" She asked. I struggled to remember.
 "I, was in the kitchen with Tay and Jessie, and I felt sick, and I blacked out. Now, where am I?" I asked. The figure of a girl appeared. It was indeed, Lucy.
 "You are in the portal between the underworld and the realm of the living." She answered simply.
 "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.
 "We are in, no man's land." She answered. I nodded, pretending to understand.
 "And, what am I doing here?" I asked.
 "I wanted you to come here. Aren't you happy with the outcome of your wish?" She asked. I thought about it.
 "Did you kill Ike?"I asked suspiciously. She shook her head.
 "No. I just erased him from your life, and everything that had affected your life by him being alive." She answered.
 "So, no more Hanson?" I asked. She nodded.
 "He wrote the first Hanson song, Rain Falling Down, I believe, and since now he doesn't exist, You and Taylor, or should I say Jordan, never actually thought up the idea of Hanson. Just like Jordan was never introduced to the idea of going by his middle name, and like he was never shown how he would roughly look with long hair." My hands instantly went to my hair, and I noticed it wasn't quite as long as it was before. Only just touching my shoulders.
 "So, Isaac doesn't exiest anymore?" I asked. She nodded.
 "And now, you are a normal person, in a normal six children family, living with your two very loving parents." She said. I didn't feel so good.
 "But, I want Ike back! Can't I un wishmy wish?" I asked. She shook her head, no.
 "No. And now, that's I've done what you wanted, you're mine." She said, and narrowed her eyes.
 "What? But you said all I have to do is never tell anyone!" I said, and stepped away from her. She shrugged.
 "I'm changing the rules, oh, my brother will be so proud of me!" She squealed. I raised a eyebrow.
 "Who?" I asked. She smiled wickedly, and fangs protruded from her heartshaped mouth. I now noticed that she was clad in a red gown. It was as red as blood.
 "Why, my dear brother. Luke. Or, Lucifer as you might now him." She said. I gasped.
 "The devil?"
 "No duh, Sherlock." She said, and rolled her eyes. "See you soon, and remember, you swore not to tell anyone." With that, she blew me a kiss and disappeared. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was back at home. My mother was just coming in.
 "Oh, Zac honey. How are you feeling?" She asked. I squinted. She looked the same.
 "I'm okay, thanks. Better. Um, can I talk to Taylor?" I asked. She gave me a odd look.
 "Who?"
 "I mean Jordan." I said. She nodded, and went to get my brother. He came in.
 "Hey Zac dude. How ya feeling?" He asked. I didn't answer him.
 "Tay, I mean, Jordan, do you remember anything about the devil having a sister, named Lucy?" I asked. He gave me a weird look.
 "What are you talking about? No, I don't think so. Zac man, you have lost it." He said. I closed my eyes. I have to get out of here.
 "No. I haven't lost it. This whole family has lost him. Isaac. Clarke Isaac Hanson, born November 17th, 1980. He's eighteen. Three years older then you, Tay." I said. He gave me a worried look.
 "Zac, are you okay? We don't have a older brother named Ike or whatever." He said. I stood up.
 "We don't now, but I'm going to fix that." I went to leave. He stepped infront of me.
 "Fix what?" He asked. I bit my lower lip.
 "I can't tell you. I swore Lucy I wouldn't." I said, and pushed past him.
 "Zac! Wait! Where are you going?" He asked. I ignore him, and headed into the kitchen. I got the big carving knife out of the knife drawer, and headed out the door.
 "Zac, what the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked.
 "I'll fix it. Don't worry. I'll bring Ike back." I promised, and left. I went into a run. I heard Taylor chasing after me, but after a few minutes, he gave up. I went to the center of the woods. I was crying. I saw Lucy appear infront of me.
 "Zac? What are you doing with that knife?" She asked calmly. I blinked away tears.
 "You made him leave, why?" I asked. She still had the same calm face on.
 "It was the only way." She said. I shook my head.
 "No! There were other ways!" I said, and prepared to do what I had come to the forest to accomplish.
 "No. I'm sorry. You don't want to do that, Zac." She said, looking at the knife with her eyes.
 "Yes." I sobbed. "I do." With those words, I plunged the knife into my heart. The pain was overwhelming, and I felt my short and skin get warm. I fell to my knees, and looked up at Lucy. She had a sad smile on her face.
 "Zac, I really like you. I didn't want this to happen. I'm sorry." She said. I felt my chest go numb....
 And then there was nothing.

 "Oh, great. Not this again. I'm dead! I can't be here!" I yelled out to no one inparticular. But I knew she was there. I knew she was listening.
 "Zac, why'd you have to go and kill youself?" Lucy's voice asked, echoing throughout the black room.
 "To bring back Ike." I said. She appeared infront of me.
 "You haven't brought back Ike, at least, not in the way you wanted to." She said. A glimmering pool of black water appeared infront of us. "Look." I looked into the pool, and I felt for a moment that it was going to swallow me in, it was so dark. I saw my family, Taylor had long hair again, and they were all searching for something in the woods. I saw Ike was still there too!
 "See! I brought him back!" I cheered. She remained solemn.
 "He was never gone from that world. You were the one that went missing. Now, see what you have done to the Ike-less world." She said. The black pool shimmered, and the image of my family in the woods disappeard, and I now saw my familt dressed in black, crying over a grave. Taylor had short hair, and Ike was nowhere to be seen.
 "Where's that?" I whispered, knowing full well where it was.
 "The place that you killed yourself in. There is only one of you, Zachary. And when you killed yourself, you killed yourself in both worlds. One family will be looking for you, until they eventually give up, even though they never find a body, and  the other family will grieve the loss of their beloved son and brother." She explained.
 "But, then why am I here?" I asked. She averted her gaze.
 "I'm sorry, Zachary. Like I said, I really like you. But now, I have no choice. Goodbye. I'll visit you often, and make sure you're all right." Her eyes glazed over. "Well, relatively all right." She said, and left.
 "Lucy! Lucy, wait!" I asked. I suddenly felt very warm all over, and that warmth turned into a bruning pain, and I looked around. There were flames everywhere, and a man, no, wait, now a man, a demon was standing infront of me.
 "Hello, Zachary. I'm Satan. Nice to meet you." He said, and smiled, showing two straight rows of killer fangs. I gulped. He continued to smile.
 "I hear that Lucy likes you, and enjoys your music, so for that, to please her, I won't make you suffer too much." He said.
 "Uh, thank you, I think." I said. I didn't want to piss him off. He was the devil after all.
 "So, you sold your soul to her, eh? Bravo, that was smart." He said.
 "I didn't, I mean, she never said that I was selling her my soul." I said. He rolled his red eyes.
 "But didn't her offer seem too good to be true? Seriously, Zac. What seems to good, usually is," He said.
 "But she never told me! She said that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, and that was it." I said. He shrugged.
 "Hey, it's not my problem. Your hers now. So is that other one...what's his name." He said. My eyes grew large.
 "Who?" I asked. Lucy appeared.
 "Taylor." She said quietly.
 "What?!" I screamed, and jumped at her. She stepped back, and a wall of fire went between her. "How could you? Why the hell did you have to bring my family into my stupid mistake too?" I asked. She looked at me with sad, blank eyes.
 "Zac, it was his decision. Before you made your wish, before Hanson was even famous, he said he'd give anything, anything, to have you, him, and Isaac become loved everywhere." She said. I stared at her. I felt the tears come to my eyes.
 "And now, thanks to me, it was all for nothing." I said. She nodded, she looked like she was about to cry herself.
 "Oh, Zac I'm sorry. I really am. But, there's nothing I can do about it." She said. Satan stepped up beside me.
 "That's right. Lucy, you are too soft. C'mon Zac. There's work to be done. You have interviews to do." He said, and smiled evilly.
 "What? With whom?" I asked.
 "This is hell. You're going to do interviews with thousands of screaming girls and play non stop shows and do endless photo shoots, for all eternity. With your music constantly playing the background." Satan told me. I tried to run.
 "No way!" I screamed, and I ran. But no matter how fast I ran, I wouldn't move anywhere. Stan laughed.
 "Welcome to Hell, Zachary Hanson." He said. I could already hear the screams and te chanting.
 "Hanson! Hanson! Hanson......!"

 So now I'm stuck here in Hell. It's pretty bad, actually. Well, duh. So now I'm waiting for someone I know to show up, but I doubt anyone ever will, except Tay of course. But he'll probably be all old and withered, so it doesn't really count. Lucy comes by occasionally, but I don't like talking to her. Satan loves chatting me up, though. He says there aren't a lot of younger people around. Huh. I wonder why.
 

 six earth years later

 I wanted to kill myself.
 The band was lost, ever since Zac disappeared those six years ago. All I had done was gone. Gone...down the drain. Ike was a successful guitarist, and had another CD coming out. Sure, I was a male model and a wolrd known vocalist. But this wasn't what I had bargained for. I fell asleep, and she came to me.
 She was, as usual, beautiful. Ice blue eyes, and shimmering dark, dark, brown hair. I knew she was evil, but she always told me that things were going to be okay. It was because of her, knowing that I would one day meet her, that I refused to get into a relationship here in the land of the living. She smiled.
 "Taylor. You know what you have to do." She said. "It's your decision." I nodded, and looked at the vile of poison in my hand.
 "And, I'll get to see you and Zac? In real?" I asked. She nodded.
 "Zac's here with me. I promise you, Taylor. Nothing bad will ever happen to you whereI am. I'll take care of you, and I'll make sure Zac's okay too. I won't let them, him, hurt you." She said. I nodded. I trusted her. Of course I trusted her. She was Lucy. I thought it was odd how she had the same name as one of Hanson's old songs, but I shrugged it off. I raised the vile to my lips. I saw her smile, softly. I swallowed, feeling the deadly liquid go down my throat. Her smile faded.
 "I'm sorry, Taylor." She said. I blinked, and then there was blackness.

 "You lied to me!" I screamed. She had lied! I was going to hell because of her!
 "No, Taylor, you'll be safe here with me and Zac. Zac's okay. He doing interviews and photo shoots and everything you all love!" She said. I shook my head.
 "No. This is hell. And you lied! You said Hanson would be forever successful, but it wasn't. Zac disappeared-"
 "Zac is dead." She interrupted me. I ignored her.
 "And Hanson wasn't successful! The only one that is still alive is Ike!" I screamed. She shrugged.
 "Last time I checked, before you killed yourself, you were doing fine." She said. I shuddered.
 "It wasn't the same. I liked being Hanson!" I said.
 "I'm sorry. Zac's here." She said. I saw a little blonde boy, no older then thirteen cowering in the corner.
 "Zac? Oh, Zac!" I cried, and ran over to him.
 "Taylor, oh, no. What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice coarse and ragged.
 "I, she, Lucy, she told me to kill myself, so I could be with her, and see you again, oh, Zac, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have wished for us to be famous, i'm sorry. How did you get here?" I asked. He closed his eyes as if trying to remember.
 "I wished that I was a normal person. And that I wasn't Hanson." He said, finally. I blinked several times.
 "You, What?" I asked.
 "I'm sorry." He said. Lucy came up beside us.
 "Zac's been doind a lot better then the others, Taylor. I'm going to keep him here with me, away from Lucifer. He's been to hard on him. Okay? You'll be here with me." She said soothingly. The voice the I had once loved now sounded like nails on a blackboard, and her looks had withered away, and I now saw what she truely was.
 "You are EVIL!" I screamed. She nodded, sadly.
 "Yes." She answered. I didn't know what to do. So, I got down on my knees and prayed.
 "O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining, this is the night, of our dear saviour Christ."
Zac caught on, and tryed to sing as well. His voice was coarse, but it eventually came back.
 "Come may the world, in sin or ever shining, tell he a fear, and the soul felt his words,"
 "A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoyces, for young and brave, a new and glorious morn."
We both went into the chorus
 "Falll, on your knees, oh hear, the angels voices, oh night, devine, oh night. When Christ was born." Zac took his solo
 "O come, all ye faithful, joy fallow triumphant, of come ye, oh come ye to bethleham,
Come, let me hold him, for our kingdoms angels oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Christ, devine..." I saw that Lucy was trying to cover her ears, but I knew she loved our music, so she could not bring herself to do it. She was slowly fading away. I saw another figure appear, it was Satan himself. He had a look of outrage on his face.Zac and I continued to sing.
 "Fall, on your knees, oh hear, the angels voices, oh night devine, oh night. When Christ was born." I took Silent Night.
 "Silent, Night, O holy night, all is calm, all is bright. Round, young virgin, mother and child, holy infant so tender and mild, sleep in heavenly peace, sleeo in heavenly peace." Zac joined in.
 "Fall on your knees, oh hear the angels voicea, oh night devine, oh night. When Christ was born. Oh night, devine, on night. Oh holy....." I saw Satan and Lucy disappear from site.
 "Night......." Zac and I finished in perfect synchronization. There was a lfash of bright light, and were were standing infront of a golden gate.
 "Uh, Tay?" Zac asked. Hie voice was back to normal.
 "Yeah?" I asked.
 "Are we in heaven?" He asked. I looked around. Clouds and stuff, everything seemed so, so, so, clean.
 "I think so, Zackie." I said. I suddenly realised how happy I was to see my brother again. I reached down, and hugged him. He hugged back, and gave me a lopsided grin.
 "Man, have you ever gotten tall!" He said. I nodded. "At least you didn't cut your hair too short. I like it earlobe length."
 "Yeah. Me too. You look the same, though." I said. His face went dark.
 "Time moves much more slowly where I was." He said. I nodded.
 "Oh, Zac. I'm so sorry about putting you through that." I said.
 "It was my own stupid decision." He said.
 "Yeah, but if I had never-"
 "Hello." A pleasent voice said. Zac and I both looked around.
 "Uh, hey." Zac said slowly.
 "Hi." I said.
 "Don't be shy. You are welcome here." The voice said. I couldn't tell whether it was male or female.
 "Okay. Um, a few minutes ago, we were just in Hell." I said.
 "Yes?" The voice asked.
 "And uh, we like, sang and it made the devil and Lucy go away." Zac finished.
 "That is wonderful. Come through the side dorr, please." The voice said.
 "That side door? Why not through the pearly gates?" I asked.
 "Side door please. You must be accepted as dead first." Zac looked at me and shrugged.
We saw a smaller gate off to the right side, and we went in that. There was a woman, and a man sitting there. They were both beautiful.
 "Hello, and welcome. I am Harmony," The woman said,
 "And I am Melody." The man said. Zac raised his eyebrow.
 "Isn't that a girl's name?" He asked. I almost punched him. Insulting a angel's name! I think he's been in hell to long. Six years a little oivce in my head said.  Meldoy laughed, it sounded like bells chiming in a soft breeze.
 "I am the Melody that goes in your songs. And She is the Harmony. We both blessed you and your brother Clarke Isaac when you were born. When you passed on to here, you three were to sing with the angel choir." Melody said. Zac nodded.
 "Okay. Cool. So, we're dead now, right? And in heaven?" He asked. Harmony nodded.
 "Yes. You proved yourselves by using your ultimate strength, which is music and your voices, and you left Hell." She said, shuddering at the mention of Hell.
 "People, ah, the deceased can leave Hell?" I asked.
 "Only on rare occasions. Lucy tricked you." Melody said.
 "So. Do we have to wear those white robes like you guys?" Zac asked. I rolled my eyes. Trust Zac to ask something stupid.
 "You can wear whatever you want." Harmony said. I nodded. They both turned to me.
 "Jordan Taylor, you weren't supposed to die. Zachary Walker wasn't either, actually." Melody said.
 "So, do we become ghosts with unfinished business?" I asked. I had seen that on T.V. before.
 "No. Jordan Taylor, since you killed yourself recently, you can go back to the land of the living, but you'll have little if no memory of this place, until it is your time. Zachary has been gone too long to suddenly reappear again, and the same age. I'm afriad, Jordan Taylor, that you have to go back." Harmony said.
 "But! I just got to see him again! You can't do that!" Zac complained.
 "I'm sorry Zachary Walker. But before you know it, you'll be seeing them again. Don't worry." Melody said. I nodded. I knew it wasn't my time. Zac had a stubborn look on his face, but he agreed too. There were two doors on opposite sides of the room. I looked the the left, Zac looked ot the right.
 "I'll see you later, Tay." Zac said. I felt my eyes well up with tears.
 "Yeah, Zac man. Later. I said. He looked at the ground, and then reached up and gave me a hug. I missed him so much, he was my little bro. We parted, and he went to the right. I turned to Melody and Harmony.
 "So, we'll get to sing with you guys later, right?" I asked.
 "Soon. Very soon." The said together. In perfect Harmony. I sighed, and went out the left door. There was a flasjh of brilliant colours.......

 "Oooh...." I groaned, and got up. It was 10:15 at night. When had I fallen asleep? I can't remember. I looked over at the sleeping figure beside me. Miranda. We had moved in together about a month ago. She was really great. Awesome person, amazing personality. She was the best. I felt like singing. I had no idea why. I heard the phone ring. I answered it.
 "Hello?" I asked groggily.
 "Ike, are you busy?" It was Taylor.
 "No, man. What's up?" I asked.
 "Well, I was just listening to Middle of Nowhere," He said. Middle of Nowhere? That was six years ago. "And Snowed In. And I was thinking that the Silent Night Medly was really beautiful, so do you wanna come over here and sing it? I have the mics and everything." He said. I thought about it.
 "But, Tay, what about Zac? We can't do it without a third voice." I said.
 "I don't know...I think....we can do it. It'll sound great." He said. "Please, come?" I sighed. Why not?
 "Okay. i'll be there in fifteen minutes." I hung up the phone, and grabbed my keys.

 "One two three four....Oh holy night, the stars are berightly shining, this is the night, of our dear savior Christ....." the song sounded beautiful, and it had just begun. It was now Zac's part. We had decided to let Zac's part go un sung, and something amazing happened. There was a bright light.
 "Come may the world, in sin or ever pineing, tell ye of fear, and the soul felt his words..." It was Zacs angelic voice. Taylor smiled. It was my part.
 "A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoyces, for young anf brave, and new and glorious morn,"
 "Fall, on your knees, oh hear, the angels voices, oh night, devine, oh night when christ was born...." Zac's solo.
 "Oh come, all ye faithful, joy follows triumphant, oh come, ye oh come ye to bethleham.
Come, let me hold him, for oue kingdoms angels, of come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Christ, devine...."
 "Fall, on your knees, oh hear, the angels voices, oh night, devine, oh night, when Christ was born...."
 "Silent Night, O, Holy night, all is calm, all is bright. Round, young virgin, mother and chilr. Hoyl infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace."
 "Fall, on your knees, oh hear, the angels voices, oh night, devine, oh night, oh holy night. Oh holy holy night. O holy night, look at that star in the sky, O holy night o holy o holy night,
O holy...." I smiled, and closed my eyes.
 "Night......" The last chords ended, and The presence of Zac was gone. Taylor had tears in his eyes. I had no idea about what had just taken place.
 "Ike?" Taylor asked.
 "Yeah?"
 "Feel like going out for McDonald's?" He asked. I looked around his studio.
 "Yeah."
 

The next day.

 "Oh, mum, God. look," I showed the morning's paper to my mother. She read the headline.
 "Oh, dear, that's awful. I know how mucg you love their music.Even back when they were just Hanson, oh, that's terrible." She said. I wanted to cry, but off in the distance, I heard the sound, of three little angels singing.
 "O Holy....Night."  I ran upstairs to put my Snowed In CD on, and threw the paper onto the kitchen table. The front page face upright.

 REMAINING HANSON BROTHERS DIE IN CAR CRASH.

 Up in heaven, three angels looked down upon earth, at their families and loved ones, and all those who cherished their music, and smiled.
 "Okay guys, one two three four," The middle one counted them in.
 "MMMbop ba duba dop ba du bop ba duba dop ba du bop ba duba dop ba duuu, oh yeah, MMMbop ba duba dop ba du bop ba duba bo ba du bop, ba duba dop ba duuu....oh yeah..."

The End
Sophie C. Burrows
March 12'99

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