"Samantha" she heard her mother call halfway through the song,"The guests are here. Will you be polite and come down and meet them? I know you don't like to be interrupted but seeing as they'll be here for the next two weeks I think it would be polite if you at least introduced yourself if it doesn't take too much time out of your busy schedule and doesn't inconvinence you too much..." "I'm coming" hollared Sam as she stopped her Panasonic boombox and plodded down the stairs. When she reached the bottom she saw a middle aged lady with long blond hair and a bright smile and a man with dark hair and eyes. "Samantha this is my best friend," her mother explained "Nice to meet you. My name's Diana Hanson." said the blonde, extending her hand. "This is my husband Walker and this is the youngest, Mackenzie,"she said as she looked down at the three year old hanging on to his mother's leg."He's a little bit shy. The others should be carrying the stuff in now." "Nice to meet you," replied Samantha. She wondered if they were related to the band Hanson. She really didn't know much about them, but she loved their songs. "Mom, I was laying out and Tad started throwing water balloons at me." "Tad," his mother warned as she gave him the "I'll chew you out later look." He just cringed and hoped she would forget about it. "Just then two girls burst in the front door walked a few feet and dropped a pile of sleeping bags, suitcases, and pillows. "Mom, you expect me to carry all this in," whined the younger of the girls as she rubbed her back. Then out of nowhere Tad spoke up,"I'll help you carry them." Samantha was somewhat awestruck, but she realized as soon as he saw how he was staring at the older of the girls why he volunteered. He was goggle-eyed as he stared at her, he obviously has a crush. Samantha made a mental note of that as a basis for teasing him when the guests had left. The phone rang and Samantha ran upstairs to get it, because she was positive it would be one of her friends and she wanted her privacy. Her mother and Mrs. Hanson burst out laughing as they said "Teenagers," at the exact same moment. Samantha realized that her mother and Diana were just like twins--almost completely alike. "Hello," she breathlessly answered the phone. "Hey it's me." "Danielle, I really can't talk right now. The guests just arrived and I'm sort of obligated to at least introduce myself and be polite," Sam answered, her tone implying that the task would be taxing on her. "Oh, well can you call me later?" "Sure, well, see ya." As she put the phone in it's craddle she heard pounding on the steps. The door to her room opened and she saw three moving piles of sleeping bags and other luggage. "Um, what should we do with our stuff?" a voice asked. "Just set it down wherever you want to." As the boys' faces were visible Samantha realized that Diana and her husband weren't just related to the band Hanson, they were the creators of them.