Alan's Bright Morning
The next morning dawned with bright sunshine as Alan awoke to see the smiling faces of his five brothers staring back at him.
"Hey, look! Alan's awake!" Scooter exclaimed.
"What... what happened to me last night?" Alan asked, clearly he was groggy from arousing.
Alan stretched his arms to the ceiling.
"Let's just say the sandman paid you a quick visit." Flip answered his older brother.
"You mean I fell asleep? Right before our gig?" Alan asked.
"Indeed, but no need to worry, we were able to have it postponed." Tom said to Alan.
"And we cancelled it, too." Stanley said.
"Oh, brother." Henry said, annoyed.
"Well, that's good to know, but seriously, how could I have fallen asleep right before a performance? I can't believe it." Alan said.
"Don't worry about it," Henry said to Alan. "it was Alexandra's fault, not yours."
"Yeah, she put some sleepy stuff in your soup to make you go to sleep, you know, like with Snow White and the poisoned apple." Scooter said to Alan.
"It figures." Alan grumbled.
"And look on the bright side, thanks to that soup, your cold is gone." Stanley said to Alan.
Alan immediately cheered up and hopped out of his bed, "Hey, yeah, you're right! And as long as Alexandra doesn't try any more rotten tricks, I'll be able to join in with the next gig." he said.
"Oh, I don't think you'll have to worry about that." Henry told Alan.
"Why not?" Alan asked Henry.
A sneeze was heard from the next suite over.
"I can't believe I caught that loser's stupid cold!" the boys heard Alexandra complain.
"What was that?" Alan asked.
Anne appeared at the door to answer Alan's question.
"That was Alexandra, apparently, she caught your cold." Anne answered Alan.
"Serves the dame right, when you fool with us Chans, you're in deep trouble!" Flip laughed.
Everyone else just had to laugh.