Backstage Madness

  Celtic Thunder were on tour again, but this time Neil Byrne was with them the whole way. they had finished two performances already, been to a few Meet-n-greets (one where Damian McGinty had received a new 'Disney Princesses' coloring book from a very young fan), and were now relaxing backstage an hour or so before the next show.
  So far all was going well. George Donaldson was sitting on the couch reading a book, Neil was sitting at the other end watching T.V. with Ryan Kelly and Paul Byrom, Damian was coloring in his new book (he was REALLY bored), and Keith was planning what kind of trouble to start. He decided to pick on Damo.

"Whatcha' doin'?" he asked as innocently as possible for someone as mischievous as Keith Harkin. "Ooh, The Beast! Can I color him? He's my... uh, Becca's favorite."

"No." Damian replied. "It's my book. I'm coloring it."

Keith didn't like this answer, so he took the crayon from Damian's hand, and flopped down beside him.

"Hey!" Damian protested, as he began to fight Keith for his coloring book.

  Paul and Ryan got in a bit of their own scuffle. Ryan, being slightly more intimidating then Paul, got the remote while they watched their show, and he didn't mute the commercials.  
This greatly irritated Paul.

"Either mute the commercials or give me the dang remote, Ryan!"

"No." was all Ryan would say to this.

"C'mon, would you just mute it already? I hate hearing commercials, especially this one." Paul complained again."They most show it twice at every commercial break!"

"No." Ryan said again.

"Mute it!"

"No."

"It's not that big a deal," Neil stated, finally able to peal his gaze from Keith and Damian's tug-o-war with the coloring book "Stop fighting."

"No!"Paul and Ryan answered together.

"Are they always like this?" Neil asked George.

"Oh, no" George assured him. "Sometimes they're worse, but, other than that..."

Then he returned to his reading. Neil was concerned.
  
Suddenly Damian yelled, "SHARON, HE TOOK MY CRAYON!"

Then he reached for Keith and grabbed a handful of hair.

"SHARON," Keith shouted. "HE PULLED MY HAIR!"

Neil didn't know what had come over them. He'd never seen them act like this before, and he'd been part of Celtic Thunder since the beginning... as backup vocals.

"SHARON!" Paul yelled "HE WON'T MUTE THE COMMERCIALS!"

Suddenly he and Ryan were wrestling on the floor.

"SHARON! HE TOOK THE REMOTE!" Ryan complained.

Neil didn't know what to do. They had all gone CRAZY! He looked at George. Being the more "Fatherly" member, Neil figured, he would break up the fight.
He was wrong. George didn't even seem to notice.

"Give it back!" Damian whined.

"No! It's my favorite." Keith protested, trying to hug the purple crayon.

"It's mine!" Damian complained.

They continued to argue.
Ryan accidentally kicked Neil's leg in his efforts to get the remote from Paul.

"stop it! I got it first!" He moaned, trying to pull it from Paul's hands.

"No! Paul mocked. "It's my turn with it, because YOU wont mute the commercials!"

Neil jumped out of his seat, and stood where Ryan had been sitting. He was horrified, but George just seemed annoyed.
George didn't want to be left out of the mayhem, so, covering his amusement with an annoyed expression, he yelled,

"SHARON! THEY'RE BREATHING MY AIR!"

Seeing George join in scared Neil even more. This wasn't right!
As the fight continued it got worse and worse.

"SHAAAROOOOON!!!" Neil screamed.

  Sharon Brown was on stage discussing plans for this coming up performance, with Phil Coulter, when she heard a fight break out ... again.

"SHAAAROOOOON!!!" She heard Neil scream.

"That one sounded real." She told Phil.

Now they were worried.
Sharon came running backstage to see what was wrong. what she saw was:

George was sitting on the couch reading his book,Paul and Ryan were on the other end of the end of the couch watching T.V. (Ryan holding the remote and the commercial muted), and Keith and Damian were laying side by side on the floor coloring a Beauty And The Beast picture. Sharon looked off to one side. There she saw Neil, sitting in the corner, his dark eyes wide with fear, and his knees held tightly to his chest.

"Sharon." he whimpered, "Help."