The group jumped off the bus, and looked up at the building.
"Studio From Hell." Kristen told them, and the girls nodded. Hanson grinned, glad to be on the other side of the camera.
Once inside, the girls were dragged away, leaving a studio employee to grab three folding chairs for the boys.
After about half an hour, the guys were still sitting, waiting for the big show.
"Man, I'm sure glad I ain't in there getting poked and prodded." Zac declared.
"Ditto." said Isaac.
The group continued to sit, reading magazines, and imagining the girls' complaints about the torture they're recieving at the hands of the make-up artists.
Finally, the trio marched in, and Hanson grinned.
Jessica was dressed in a baby doll dress, had pig tails, and thick soled shoes on. She frowned at the laughing guys.
Kris was decked out in Nike, Umbro, Addidas, Reebok etc. She had her hair pulled back, with the bangs hanging loosely. Her hair was streaked with green. She wore a skin tight shirt (which didn't look too shabby, thought Taylor) big doc martins, and baggy black pants. Kris, of course, looked ready to kill.
Jamie sported denim overalls, ragged sneakers, and an over sized T-shirt hanging out the sides. She stuck her tongue at Zac, who promptly began to pick on her.
"Shut up." she grumbled.
"Well, hell! Wanna trade?!" Kris murmered darkly. "I'd rather be Farmer Bob than some homie."
"What about me??" Jess cried, gesturing to their outfit.
"Go back to England, Baby." Kris snickered.
"Great one, Sporty." Jess retorted.
"Look at ME!" Jamie cried, staring at disgust at her own clothes.
"Shut up, Sloppy Spice." Kris snapped. "I'd rather be back there listening to those two morons yell out directions only an elephant would have understood. Sheesh!"
Their complaining issued into a full fledged war.
"Stop this instant!" a stocky lady dressed gaudily shouted. The argument stopped.
Kris colored, and looked ready to yell, but the lady intoned loudy: "No more foolishment, Kristen Lynn Harmont! You two, as well!"
"Fine then!" Kris folded her arms, and stamped her foot, looking very much like a 6 year old. She stuck her lower lip out, and fumed.
Jamie sighed louder than a passenger jet coming in for landing. "Let's get this crap over and done with."
"Right." Jess snapped, her lip curled in disgust when she spotted her reflection in the mirror.
The three were marched onto a set with a bright red tye-dye kind of background.
Kris moaned. "I think I'm going to spew."
"Red rules, so shut up." Jamie snarled.
"My bra itches." Jess declared, and fiddled with a strap.
Kris rolled her eyes. "Ikey is here, Jessie dear." Jess stopped, and colored. Zac grinned, and put his hands up as if miming a TV screen, sizing her up.
She scowled.
Kris went on. "Plus, you have a heap of cameras trained on your pretty body, so how would you feel if you saw you fiddling with your bra on the cover of every magazine in existance?"
"Shut up." Jess gritted, and punched Kris hard on the shoulder.
"Oww!" Kris moaned. "Pay back, wench!" she punched back, even harder.
"Stop!" Jess cried.
"You started it!"
"You did!"
"I wasn't fiddling with my bra strap out in public!" Kris yelled. "What brand do you wear, Jess? Playtex? Cross Your Heart? Or maybe Victoria Secrets?! I bet Ike would love that!"
At this, Jess howled, and chased after Kris. The two sprinted off the set, and out of the large room.
Taylor and Zac tried to hold it back, but they couldn't.
"Mwa... ha, ha HA!" they howled.
"Shut up. The both of you." Isaac muttered, looking around nervously.
"Ha ha ha! Ikey, now, which do you prefer? Cross Your Heart, or Victoria Secrets?" Zac asked his brother, acting as if asking a perfectly normal question. Taylor, meanwhile, circled around Isaac, pretending to take pictures of him.
Zac, the interviewer, kept on with his questions. "So, what underwear do you wear??" he asked, shoving an imaginary microphone. "Fruit of the Loom?"
"Shut up." Isaac muttered, and walked away.
