"I hope this guy doesn't ask us the same fucking question we get every time we do this." Sara says to me as I follow her down the long hallway to the room where we're going to be interviewed. The walls are white with few framed pictures of semi-famous musicians and musical artists. The thin carpet covering the floor is a boring shade of dark blue and green. I hope our interviewer isn't as dull as this place. Otherwise I might as well take a nap while Sara answers all the questions. Sara stops in front of the open door at the end of the hall and glances inside.

"Here we are." Sara walks into the room and I follow her inside. It's set up like a radio station and a thin man greets us. He motions us to the two seats situated in front of a large microphone and I sit down in the chair next to Sara.

"Great to meet you, Tegan..." The man, who has to be at least thirty-five, points a finger at Sara and gives us a questioning look, like he can't tell us apart. I wave my little hand and he nods, revealing a big-toothed smile that only slightly reminds me of my father. "And so you must be Sara. Great to meet you!" He says again before sitting down across the circular table from us and begins putting on his headset. "Glad to have you on the show today." He gives us another fatherly smile and I try my best to equal his welcoming tone. "We're glad to be here!" Sara shifts in her seat and adjusts the collar of her blue button-up shirt.

"So let's go ahead and get started, shall we?" He doesn't even bother to tell us his name and presses a few buttons on his dashboard, the red "ON AIR" sign above his head lighting up. "Goooood afternoon Seattle! This is Joe Weaver, your host on KWJDU, soft and contemporary!" Joe ques the theme song to the station and we wait another minute for him to go through his usual routine. "Joining us today are Tegan and Sara! Lesbian twin sisters from Canada!" I hear Sara sigh next to me. "Their latest record, Sainthood is a pop-rock record filled with love songs and catchy tunes. Playing next is their single 'Hell'. Later on we'll be accepting questions from viewers, so call in and get a chance to win free tickets to their show tonight at the Showbox!" Joe gives a number to the station and then plays the song. I pull out my Blackberry and text Lindsey as we wait for the song to end.

"Welcome back!" Joe shouts into his mic, his low, booming voice is perfect for movie trailers. I wonder why he doesn't do that instead of working here. "Our first caller is on the line! What's your question?"

"Hi, I just want to say that I love your music and you really inspire me. Okay, anyways, my question is; how was it working with Chris Walla and is he going to produce any more records with you?"

I look over to Sara and take the question. "Chris is super nice. For this record he was really up for having us record like a traditional band. So we got into this huge room and just jammed for a month. But Chris is so sweet, I'd love to work with him again. He's all for letting us do what we want, you know? And he has nice hair." I laugh and Joe nods his head, grinning madly. He thanks the caller and presses another button in front of him.

"Great question! Alright, next caller, you're up!" Joe booms.

"Um, yeah, sorry." The girl on the phone clears her throat. "Uh, how do you guys feel about the whole 'quincest' thing? Do you try to ignore it or are you okay with people writing all that stuff about you? Sorry..."

Sara straightens her back and I crease my brow. What the hell is 'quincest'? It's something I haven't heard of before. Apparently I might be bothered by it, according to the caller. I look at Sara and she shrugs. Joe cuts in and asks what I've been wondering for the past five seconds.

"Excuse me, what is 'quincest'?" Joe's voice rises with his inquirey and he gives a little chuckle to the end of it. The caller clears their throat again.

"Uh... it's this thing, it's like...It's like your last name and then 'incest'. Yeah..."

Joe raises his eyebrows and his mouth forms a comical 'O'. Sara tilts her chin to the side and up, her eyes thinning and her lips pursed. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"We don't really care. It's gross, yeah, but as long as we don't get people in the audience at shows screaming at us to make-out or whatever, it's not that big of a deal. Some fans are just too interested in us, you know. We just ignore it." Sara speaks into the microphone and crosses her arm over her chest, holding her elbow. The caller hangs up before Joe can thank them.

"Another caller! Hello!" Joe's voice seems louder compared to Sara's. "You're caller number twenty! Congratulations, you won two tickets to see Tegan and Sara at the Showbox tonight at eight!" Joe goes on to tell the winner about how to claim their prize. "Now what's your question for Tegan and Sara?" My phone buzzes faintly in my pocket for the second time.

"Oh my god! Okay, okay. So what are your favorite lyrics you've written?" The winner gasps into their phone from excitement and I see Sara smile despite the mediocre question.

"Well, I don't know. It's hard to choose." Sara says into the mic. This one is easy for me, since I've already answered it from a few other interviews. I lean in to the microphone. "For me, the lyrics 'Maybe you would have been something I'd be good at.' are my favorite. Call It Off is a really emotional, personal song for me and those lyrics really get to me on stage. The audience usually gets into it when that part comes up, too." I smile at Joe and thank the caller for their question and tell them I can't wait to see them at the show tonight. My phone vibrates in my pocket again.

The rest of the interview goes on like this. I was expecting Joe to be the one who asks us everything, but the call-in wasn't what our management told us we were going to do when we came here to the radio station. I love talking to fans, no matter if they're in the same room or not.

When we finally left the station and headed back to the hotel we're staying at to get ready for our show tonight, I check my phone. Lindsey texted me back saying she wishes she could see me soon. I reply and tell her it will only be a few months until we're together again, so she doesn't need to worry, it won't be forever. One of the other messages is from Twitter, Hesta Prynn updated and posted a photo, which I look at as Sara and I wait in the elevator to get to the eleventh floor of the hotel. The picture is of Hesta on stage and it makes me anxious to get on stage and play music, too, which will be in about four hours from now. The last message is from Ivy, a friend of mine who lives in Seattle herself and will be at the show tonight.

woah awkward! i can't believe someone even asked you about quincest. ew! lol can't wait to see you guys play tonight! so excited!

I type out a quick reply, agreeing with her and claiming my mutual excitement for the show.

Ding! The elevator doors open and Sara walks out ahead of me, finding her separate room and uttering a 'See you in a few hours' to me. I lock my door behind me and toss my phone onto the hotel bed, all made up and waiting to be slept in, but I won't get to slip into sleep between its sheets until after midnight. My suitcase lies on the floor beside it and I kick off my shoes before taking my Mac out of the luggage. I hop onto the bed and lay back against the headboard, half sitting, half lying down. I check my email and wander around YouTube and Tumblr for about thirty minutes before opening a new tab to Google. My fingers hover over the keyboard for a while. I'm just curious. It couldn't hurt to see what it really is...

The middle finger of my left hand seems to press the 'Q' key all on its own. My middle finger on my right hand presses in the rest of the letters of my last name. All that's left is for my left hand to finish the job.

C-E-S-T

The pinky of my right hand clicks 'enter' and away I go on the slippery slope of my curiousity.