"You've got to be kidding me!" Mark said quite loudly into his walkie-talkie to be heard over the noise of the fans.
"I'm afraid not." Came the reply from the guard he was talking to.
"So, what are we going to do? You are absolutely, positively sure that there is no way for their van or some vehicle to get through to take them to the hotel." Mark said as he plugged a finger into his ear to keep out the piercing screams coming from all directions.
"There's no way that we should bring the white minivan in... too many of those girls would recognize it. I would try a different vehicle, but the girls are blocking the entrance. There's too many of them for us to handle."
Mark closed his eyes and tried to make sense of what was going on around him.
"Well, thanks for the input. I guess we just have to cross our fingers and pray no limbs get torn off tonight!" Mark said as he started to walk back to the backstage area where Isaac, Taylor, and Zac were waiting patiently for him. "I'm heading backstage now. If anything else happens that will change this situation, page me immediately! I don't want to be rushing any of those guys to the emergency room tonight!"
"Copy. Will do. Good luck, Mark."
"God, please help us. I know I've never asked anything of you before, but I know these guys mean a lot to me, and I hope you do, too!"
"Hey guys, there's Mark." Isaac said as he tapped Zac and Taylor's back. All three of them stood up and saw the look of pain on Mark's face.
"Um... bad news guys. Seems we can't get a vehicle in past those maniacs. So, it looks like we'll have to lead you to the bus." Mark said as he walked up to them.
"Okay. How many guards will be around us?" Taylor asked as he wrapped the towel around his shoulders for some warmth.
"About six for all three of you. Tell you the truth, I hope that's enough. I couldn't even see the end of the line those girls made." Mark wiped the sweat off his forehead. He looked into Hanson's eyes and admired how well they were holding up, despite the big scenario.
"Just squish yourselves around us, and we'll be fine." Zac said to Mark as he wrapped his long, sweaty hair into a ponytail. All four of them cracked a smile and felt better knowing that the tension had somewhat dissipated.
"So, you're ready to do this?" Mark asked them as he picked up his radio dispatcher.
"Yeah." All three of them echoed.
"Let me call Dad." Isaac said as he unclipped the phone and dialed the number to his dad's cell phone.
"Dad? Looks like the guards are going to have to walk us to the bus. Mmm hmm. Six guards for the three of us. Right. Where's Mom and the rest of the gang? Good, they're already at the hotel. Okay. So, when will you be there? Alright. Give us a call to let us know you're okay. Alright. Love you, too. Bye." Isaac nodded to Mark as he folded up the phone and again clipped it onto his belt loop of his jeans.
"You guys got everything you need?" Mark addressed the three of them as Isaac, Taylor, and Zac looked at each other.
"Yeah, everything else should be at the hotel or with Dad." Zac said as Mark nodded and raised the walkie-talkie to his lips.
"Attention all units. We're ready to go. Looks like we're gonna need as much of you guys as possible. Meet us near the entrance to the outside. We'll be on the inside of the door, so radio me when you all get there." Mark said and then nodded for Isaac, Taylor, and Zac to follow him.
"This is your mission... should you choose to accept it..." Zac said in the Mission Impossible tone. Taylor grinned, showing his dimple, and started singing the theme song for Mission Impossible. Soon, all four of them were singing the tune as they inched closer to the entrance.
"Alright guys, this is it. Now, we just have to wait for the guys to page me." Mark said as he held out his hand like a stop sign. They waited in silence for what seemed forever.
"Mark, you there? Everyone's here. We're waiting right outside the door." The radio crackled to life. Mark gathered the guys into a quick group hug and then looked at Isaac.
"You might want to clip that phone somewhere else so you don't lose it or see it get crushed."
Isaac nodded and adjusted the phone as Mark raised the radio up to his lips.
"Alright. On the count of three I'm going to open up this door and I want you guys to make sure there's not an inch between you and Hanson that those teenies can get through. Real quick, how does it look out there?"
"Well, nothing that we couldn't handle. It might take a little longer to get to the bus, but don't worry guys, we're gonna make it!" A guard radioed back.
"Alright. Let's do this. On the count of three. One, two, three!" Mark opened the door and immediately the security guards swarmed around Isaac, Taylor, and Zac. These guards were like sticky flypaper: anyone that tried to touch an inch of the Hanson brothers weren't going to succeed in their mission.
"Man, I think I'm going deaf." Zac said to Isaac and Taylor but felt like he said it more to himself, considering how high the decibels were reaching.
"TAYLOR, TAYLOR! TOUCH MY HAND! I LOVE YOU, TAYLOR!" A girl shrieked as she pushed her way past the security guards holding her back.
"Don't pay any attention to her, Taylor. You touch her hand, others will come instantly around you." The security guard next to Taylor yelled in his ear. Taylor nodded and kept walking along.
"ISAAC, I'M YOU'RE FUTURE WIFE! YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT, YET!" Another girl screamed. Isaac tried hard not to make a face.
"How can she say she's going to be my future wife? I don't even know her? I hate it when girls say that!"
"ZAC! ZAC! JUST TOUCH MY FINGER, ZAC. PLEASE? ZAC! ZAC!" Zac's head was spinning. Everyone was crushing in on him and it was harder to focus on his goal of getting to the tour bus in one piece. Seconds later Zac, Taylor, and Isaac felt as if they were in Heaven as they saw their tour bus door open. They scrambled up the steps and instead of leaving the guards to the mob below, Hanson grabbed them and pulled them inside.
"That was crazy! Whew! Thank you guys so much for what you did out there!" Isaac addressed the guards as soon as he gained his composure. Mark and the other security guards smiled and nodded. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it! And, if it meant risking it all over again for the Hanson brothers, these guards didn't seem to mind one bit.
"Yeah, ditto!" Taylor and Zac chimed in. The bus slowly crawled out of the backstage area and soon was on its way to the hotel.
Isaac checked the cell phone to make sure no damage was inflicted upon it, and was surprised to see that it was still in perfect condition. Isaac pressed the speed dial option on the numeric pad of the phone and sat down on the couch, stretching his back up against the window.
"Hello, Dad? Two words for you: Mission Completed."
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