Reunited

Chapter Eight

       The meet-and-greet session lasted longer than expected. Fans were starstruck upon seeing the boys. Much attention was given to Michael and Joseph, since they were the oldest – and most of the fans were looking forward to meet them.

       "See Joseph," Michael spoke in a low voice while signing CDs. "This is what you get from a 'loyal' fan."

       Joseph chuckled, receiving Michael's CD. He signed it without looking. "We earn lots of fans?"

       "Oh yeah."

       "You still need to thank her big time for this."

       "What? Why me?"

       "It was your idea. I only thought about running away but you insisted with the 'KGB' and the covert accomplice."

       "Touché."

       After the meet-and-greet, and a special message of thanks for the fans done by Michael and Joseph, everyone went backstage.

       The security head went backstage and spoke with Mr. Fox.

       "Excuse me, sir, there's someone waiting outside for you. She claims to be doing the interview you had requested."

       "Interview?" Mr. Fox tried to remember about arranging an interview.

       "Mr. Fox," Michael overheard the conversation. "You forgot about the interview?"

       "I don't recall organising an interview."

       "Joseph and I were with you when you opened the e-mail inside the room. Couldn't you remember?"

       Michael and Joseph were with Mr. Fox countless times. The two always showed up early for choir practise.

       "I must be getting old these days," Mr. Fox mumbled to himself. "Let her in." He spoke to the security head.

       The security head dashed towards the backstage door and allowed the journalist to get inside. A girl wearing an orange shirt, red jeans, and yellow trainers stepped inside. She walked towards Mr. Fox, a beam of smile across her face.

       "Mr. Fox. Glad to see you." She shook hands with the choirmaster.

       "I have to be honest with you, I forgot your name. What was your name again?"

       "Anne Uy."

       Joseph elbowed Michael three times. It was time.

       Joseph ran towards his father, hiding the rucksack containing his shoes and his hoody beneath his polo by the stomach area.

       "Dad, I think I badly need to defecate." Joseph acted as if he badly needs to go to the WC.

       "Good heavens!" John exclaimed. "What have you been eating?"

       "Must be the mangoes."

       "Don't worry; I'll have you escorted to the nearest WC-"

       "Excuse me, Mr. Brunswick," Michael approached Joseph's father. "Someone would like to interview you."

       "Tell the journalist I'll be late. I'll-"

       "I'll accompany Joseph to the WC, Mr. Brunswick." Michael assured Joseph's father.

       "Okay."