>The next day, Taylor was awoken by one of his brothers shaking him awake. He was unsure of who it was, without hearing their voice, but he knew it was Isaac once he heard him speak.

“Taylor, phone” Isaac told him, shaking his shoulders.

Taylor groaned and rolled over to face his brother, not bothering to open his eyes but holding out his hand for the phone. Isaac gingerly placed the receiver in his brothers hand, watching carefully to make sure he grasped it properly.

“Hello?” Taylor said groggily into the phone.

“Hello Taylor, this is Michelle Sweeney from the Tulsa Report-“ The woman started to say.

“No interviews.” Taylor said coldly, cutting her off.

Ever since the accident, the phone seemed to ring off the hook every hour of the day for him. Everybody and their mother wanted an interview with the blind rockstar and Taylor was quickly growing tired of it. He just wanted to be left alone. He didn’t care that he had abandoned thousands of fans when the band quit. Lately it seemed he only cared about himself.

“Taylor would you please reconsider?  Your fans would appreciate hearing from you” The lady said, her voice a little strained. She had been shaken by his rude response.

“What part of no comment did you not understand woman?” Taylor snapped at her.

In anger he started pounding at the keys on the phone, unsure of where the “talk” button was to hang it up and end the call, so he simply mashed every key he could fine. Eventually he heard the line go dead. He could feel Isaacs presence still in the room and he could hear him breathing loudly. He could feel the thick tension in the room and he knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid it forever.

“Taylor” Isaac broke the silence, his voice full of concern.

“Isaac” Taylor sneered, mocking his brother.
“Look, you can’t be so rude you know. We still have an image we need to keep up with. Hanson or not” Isaac said, taking the phone from his brothers outstretched hand.

“I don’t care Ike, I really don’t care” Taylor muttered, running his hands through his messy blonde hair.

“Well you should. Lighten up man, I’m getting tired of you acting like you have a stick shoved up your ass” Isaac said, he was starting to lose his cool with his brother. As much as he pitied him and his newly acquired disability, he was growing restless with his constant bad attitude.

“Look…” Taylor said, his voice quieter. “I’m just tired of everyone wanting something from Taylor Hanson. If it’s not Zac begging for me to go back to music and bring Hanson back, it’s a stupid reporter bugging me for an interview from the new blind rock star”. He fell back onto the bed and pulled his blankets up around him, trying to shield himself from the world he couldn’t see.

“I’m sorry Taylor” Isaac said, his voice quieter also.

The room was filled with a heavy silence, neither of the brothers knowing quite what to say. Taylor laid in his bed, and Isaac stood at the side of it for a few minutes without speaking.

“I’m going to go make breakfast… do you want anything?” Isaac asked, finally breaking the quiet.

“Um. A coffee would be great. You know how I take it” Taylor said.

“Sure,  anything to eat?” Isaac offered, picking up a plate from last nights toast from his nightstand.

“A bagel?” Taylor asked him.

“Sure, I’ll holler when it’s ready” Isaac told him, and turned to leave the room.

“Thanks” Taylor said quietly when Isaac was out of ear shot.

Taylor lay in his bed for a few moments and then decided to get up. He un-folded his cane and slid his legs over the side of the bed, pulling the blankets away from his thin body. He slid his feet onto the floor and stood up. He put his cane out in front of him and took a few steps in the direction of where his closet was. He felt around with his cane until he reached the closet, and he slid open the door. He felt the numerous garments, trying to decipher what was a tank top from the rack of mixed clothing. He ran his fingers over the soft fabrics, over silks, cottons, poly blends, knits, until his fingers rest upon a cord like texture.

“Finally” Taylor muttered, pulling a tank top off of the rack and hoping that it was white or some other neutral colour

. He felt around for the front from the back. He pulled his baggy t shirt over his head and replaced it with the tank top. He poked around the closet some more, searching the various textures for a pair of jeans. He found a pair near the end of the rack and pulled them out. He slipped them on over his boxers that he had worn to bed. He used his hands, searching slowly across the front of his pants, to find the zipper. He zipped himself up and pushed the button through the hole. He figured that he was dressed enough for the day and he wandered out of his room, using his cane to direct him through the doorway without bumping into anything.

“It’s ready” Isaac called as Taylor walked towards the kitchen.

“Coming” Taylor called back as he walked down the hall.

 He could smell breakfast cooking from the hallway. His mouth watered at the smell of the bacon frying, the salty aroma hitting his nostrils hard and flooding his mouth. He licked his lips and then cursed himself for not asking Isaac for bacon too. He could smell bagels toasting, and warm butter being spread over them. Ever since he had lost his sight he had noticed that his sense of smell had increased ten fold. His cane bumped into the chairs in the kitchen, and someone pulled one out for him to sit down. He slowly sat, and then spoke;

“Thanks” as he put his hands on the table to feel for his plate.

“You’re welcome” Zac spoke. “How did you sleep?” he asked him.

“Fine thanks, yourself?” Taylor replied, hearing Zac chewing a piece of toast, crunching loudly.

“Grood” Zac said through a mouthful of toast, crumbs slipping from his mouth and onto the table.

“Zac, just because Taylor can’t see you eating like a pig, doesn’t mean he’d want to if he could” Isaac laughed and set a plate down in front of Taylor.

“Is there any left over bacon?” Taylor asked, the smell hitting him again, he assumed coming from Isaac’s plate that he had heard been set down also.

“Yeah, I’ll grab you some” Isaac offered and picked up the plate in front of Taylor again, returning to the kitchen.

“Thanks” Taylor said, picking up his napkin and playing with it between his fingers.

Isaac returned with the plate and set it down in front of him. Taylor picked up his fork and poked around for the bacon, finding It fairly quickly and bringing it to his mouth. The brothers ate in silence for five minutes or so until Zac couldn’t resist speaking.

“Taylor” He said, a smile creeping over his lips.

“Yeah?” Taylor asked, setting his fork down on his plate.

“I have a surprise for you later” Zac replied, picking up his glass of milk to take a long drink as he waited for Taylor to reply.

“If it has to do with Hanson, I don’t want to hear it” Taylor warned.

Zac’s smile faded a little bit.

“Well, it has to do with music, but I’ll leave you alone about the band” Zac replied, wiping his mouth with his paper napkin.

“Deal” Taylor replied.

When the table had been cleared and Isaac ventured off to the kitchen to wash the breakfast dishes, and Zac had retreated to the bathroom for a shower, Taylor sat in silence. He sipped his coffee and listened to the hum of the quiet radio. He leaned back in his seat and wondered what the surprise could be, a small smile breaking his lips at the thought of it.