Crystal's point of view.
My name is Crystal Williams. I live in Boston, Massachusetts with my
Mom. She and my Dad are divorced. He is a real estate developer here.
Mom works for Dick Scott Entertainment. She helps manage a few local
bands.
I get home from school and Mom is already home. She is cleaning
our apartment. I should have known this wasn't going to be good.
"Crystal I'm glad you're home. I need to talk to you." Mom says.
Uh oh this can't be good. "What is it Mom?" We sit down on the sofa.
"Chris Sebec called Mr. Scott today and asked if he could spare anyone
as tour manager for the Hanson tour this Summer. He asked me to do it."
she said.
"Oh"
"I want you to come with me." Then she braces herself because she
knows I am not a happy camper.
"But MOM! Can't I stay here with Dad?" I whine.
"No. I want you with me. We don't spend enough time together."
"But I'll miss my junior year!" I say.
"No you won't. Mrs. Hanson will tutor you until we get back in October.
"You'll only miss one month of school."
"But I'll miss my friends!" I say.
"You can call and e-mail them as much as you like. They can even come
and visit you. Please, this will do wonders for my career."
I sigh. I know I can't win. Besides it will get her mind off missing Dad and she
might even get to have some fun for a change "Ok Mom. When do we leave?"
"In 2 weeks. Right after
school gets out." she says.
Two weeks later my Mom and I fly to Tulsa. I'm tired because of the surprise
going away party my friends threw for me the night before We are supposed to
get to know them and make plans for the tour. Then we fly to Paris for the first
stop on the tour. I'm happy to find out that the first stop on the American leg
of the tour is Boston. I get to see Dad and my friends. My Friends are jealous
because I get to go on tour with HANSON. But I'm not looking forward to it. I
like their music but they are probably stuck up and won't want anything to do
with me.
After we arrive in Tulsa we drive to the Hanson's house. They can't pick us
up because they are afraid of getting mobbed. We are going to stay in their guest
bedroom the few days we are here.
When we get to their house there are tons of screaming girls out front.
"Great!" I mutter under my breath.
"Get used to it kiddo." Mom says to me.
We, get out of the car, walk to the front door, and ring the doorbell.
A man answers the door.
"Ah you must be Marilyn Williams" the man says.
"Yes I am and this is my daughter Crystal" Mom says.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Walker Hanson." He shakes
Mom's hand. "Please come inside." He leads us into the family room.
All their kids are there. Just how many do they have? Oh yeah according to my
Hanson crazy friends they have 7.
"I'll let my kids introduce themselves." Mr. Hanson says.
"I'm Isaac but you can call me Ike." The first one says. He's obviously the
oldest.
"I'm Taylor but you can call me Tay." The next one says. I start to blush slightly.
He's cute! He was wearing jeans, his favorite shirt and black docs.
The next one says "I'm Zac" and he belches on the word Zac.
"Zachary!" Mr Hanson says.
"I'm Jessie." "I'm Avie." "I'm Mackie. You don't have cooties do you?" he asks
me. "Mackenzie!" Mr. Hanson says.
I laugh and then say "No I don't."
Then Mrs. Hanson walks in with a baby. "I'm Diana Hanson and this is Zoë."
"I'm Marilyn Williams and this is my daughter Crystal." my Mom informs
everyone.
"Dinner will be in a few minutes" Mrs. Hanson says. "Wash up everyone."
"Ike, Tay would you please take the Williams' bags to the guest room before
you wash up?" Mr. Hanson asks.
"Sure Dad." they reply.
They take our bags upstairs. Everyone else goes to different bathrooms to wash
up.