Dear Diary:
Today Connect 3 stepped into some weird dimension...

The colors appear blurred inside of the 'tornado' Connect 3, Brown and Mitchie (their teenage assistant) are spinning in.

"If we die today..." Shane says solemnly, taking a strand of black hair out of his face. "Jason," He turns to his longtime friend. "I'm really sorry I never built you a birdhouse."

"We aren't gonna die." The lead guitarist of Connect Tree laughs and clicks his tongue, thinking Shane's more naive than he lets on. "This is just part of the attraction..." Jason states, as the wind blows his blue scarf so hard it ends up on top of his head. "Isn't it?" He fixes the accessory and looks over at Nate and Mitchie, his green eyes full of innocent curiosity.

The brown haired girl opens her mouth then closes it, unable to choke out the truth. Mitchie looks over at the third member of Connect Tree, her expression pleading.

Nate clears his throat, discomfort creeping into his face. He hates being the bearer of the bad news. "No." He says slowly to Jason. "No, it isn't."

Jason's eyes bulge out of its sockets. "WE ARE GONNA DIE! OH MY GOSH!"

**

For some odd reason we ended up in a weird lab...

"Are we in a spaceship?" Jason whisper-yells to the others, propping himself up on his elbows and looking around grinning like an overly excited puppy.

Nate chuckles at this, despite his initial fear. "I don't think so, man." He looks around, not believing what he's seeing and starts to relax a bit. He turns to see what the group is doing.

Shane, sprawled across the floor, looks at the ceiling boredom, Brown munches Mexican goodies and Mitchie....

"Where the hell are we?" She whimpers, starting to panic.

**

And then we met some blokes called the Thomas Brothers.

"Who are you?" Shane points at a shaggy haired boy accusingly. "And why do you look like me?!"

"I'm Joe Thomas." The boy says proudly, sticking his chest out. "Anddddd..." He looks at Shane up and down, raising an eyebrow. "Nah, I'm better looking than you." He adds finally and looks up, the seriousness erased from his face completely and he grins widely. Shane glares at him, not realizing Joe's joking.

"Joseph Adam Thomas, this isn't funny!" Stella exclaims, taking notice of the way Shane's hands are clenching into fists quickly.

Joe shrugs uncaringly. "I was just trying to lighten up the mood. I figured the situation needed Danjaa humor."

Stella smiles apologetically at Shane, who scoffs and scoots closer to his friends and as farther as possible from the nutcase who looks like him but shouldn't, because: "he doesn't deserve to!" Shane reasons in his head. "There can only be ONE Shane Gray." He grumbles under his breath. No one hears him.

"Who are you guys?" Nate asks blinking in puzzlement at the guys dressed in brightly coloured clothes.

The eldest one takes a step forward, taking off his ray bans and clipping them securely on the back pocket of his skinny jeans. "We're the Thomas Brothers..." Kevin tells him. "Who are you?"

**

They're confused. So am I.

Mitchie turns to Stella. "How come you don't look like me?" She asks, her brown eyes sparkling with curiosity, as she looks at the blond haired, blue-eyed girl. They couldn't be more different.

Stella ponders for a minute. "I don't know." She smiles. "Unlike with those fools," She points at the bands they work for. "The universe can't handle two Mitchies or two Stellas, it would explode from, you know," She leans in and pretends to whisper in her ear. "Awesomeness overload."

Mitchie giggles at this and Stella is quick to follow.

All boys stifle a loud HEY! And frown at their respective girls. This makes them laugh harder.

Once the laughter's died down, Mitchie taps Nick on the shoulder, mistaking him for Nate. "Hey Nate..."

"I'm not Nate, I'm Nick." The guy smiles without his teeth, shyly. Mitchie backs away, not knowing what to think. Realizing he startled the girl, Nick doesn't know what to do next either and stands there awkwardly, scratching his arm.

Silence envelops them.

"Um... " Jason breaks the pause. "Who am I?" He asks no one in particular.

Stella raises an eyebrow. "I don't know but I'm sure you're not Kevin. He might be a slowpoke, but he would never forget his own name... I think." She adds, thoughtfully.

Kevin scoffs. "Gee, thanks." He says sarcastically.

"Mmm, would you consider yourself evil?" Mitchie asks him randomly.

Taken back by the inquiry, Kevin stutters. "Ex-ex-excuse me?!"

Mitchie makes a face. She didn't mean to weird him out, she's curious. "It's just... parallel dimension brothers aren't supposed to act alike." She explains hesitantly, leaning against a cold metal machine behind her.

"My clone does." Nick announces from the other side of the room.

"I am NOT your clone, Curly Sue." Nate snaps at him grumpily.

"See?" Nick jumps up and down with excitement. Then realizing the odd looks everyone's giving him, he stops and looks down sheepishly, as his face turns scarlet.

"Awkwarddddd." Joe sings, making everyone crack up.

Everyone but Shane.

"Yeah, ok. What the hell is going on?!" He throws his hands up in the air. "This isn't normal." Shane adds uncomfortably, crossing his arms over his chest.

**

I'm in serious need of a massage. I'm dealing with 6 rockstars here, for Pete's sake!

After an intense glaring contest between Shane and Joe, the second declares. "I'm scared of my clone." Joe sighs, standing up and walking away from Shane and the daggers he aims at him with the hazel guns he calls eyes.

"I'm not your clone!" Shane shouts, jumping to his feet and glaring at him some more. "The nerve..." He scoffs and curls his lip in disgust.

"Yes, you are." Joe says, unimpressed. "And you my amigo, you're one scary clone dude." Joe pokes Shane in the chest. Shane pushes him away with all his strength. "See what I mean?" Joe holds up his hand in defense and shakes his head in disapproval. "Dude, you need anger management classes."

On the other side of the room, Nick and Nate are staring at each other in amusement and mirroring each other's movements. "My clone acts just like me." They say in unison then stare at each other in shock. "Holy shnikey."

On yet another side of the room, "Do you like birdhouses?" Jason asks Kevin, grinning from ear to ear.

"Do you?" Kevin grimaces. He's scared of birds ever since one stole his guitar pick when he was thirteen.

Before Jason can reply with a speech about his love for birds and nature, a loud thump is heard and everyone turns from their conversations to...

"MY CLONE'S HITTING ME! AHHHHHH!" Joe manages to choke out as Shane and him roll over the floor, hitting each other.

**

Oh, and did I mention I also have to put up with two crazy assistants that cannot and will not stop SHOUTING?!

"BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!" Mitchie moans as the shaggy haired boys execute several wrestling holds on each other and grunt in pain. "Do something!" The girl shrieks, after a failed attempt to pry them apart.

"YEAH!" Stella stands next to her new friend and puts an arm around her in support. "Don't just stand there!" She scolds a helpless looking Brown.

"Why are you complaining to him?" Nate looks at Stella funny. "You don't even know him..."

As he says this Kevin is rammed forcefully into a wall by Shane, after he tries to rescue his brother Joe. Mitchie shrieks and hides behind Jason. Stella gasps then turns to Nate to respond.

"So what?" She retorts in a snappy voice. "He's the only adult in the room."

"Yeah, that's true." Nick agrees, coming in between his 'twin' and Stella, to prevent any sort of quarrel between the two.

"Are you mental?!" A cry is heard.

Everyone stares down at the fight of the egos. Shane's got Joe pinned to the floor.

"BROWNNNNN, DO SOMETHING!" The adolescents say in chorus, narrowing their eyes at poor Brown once again.

"Uhm..." He racks his brain. "Nacho anyone?"

**

Christ, I need a latte.

Sincerely,
Uncle Brown.