Marvin, the youngest, stirred slightly, his dreams filled with melodies and harmonies. Next to him, Morton, the second youngest, slept soundly, his hand resting on a notebook filled with lyrics. Jeremiah, the third oldest, had his bass guitar leaning against the wall beside his bed, a symbol of his passion. Timo, the second oldest, lay sprawled across his bed, his fingers unconsciously mimicking guitar chords. Josiah, the eldest, slept with a tambourine loosely held in his hand, reflecting his steady leadership.

"Tomorrow, the three of them will fly out," he declared, his words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. Kimberly, his wife, stood by the sink, her hands trembling as she clutched a dish towel. "Marvin, Jeremiah, and Josiah will take the plane. Morton and Timo will drive the van," he continued, his tone brooking no argument.

"Jeffrey, please," Kimberly finally whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator. "They're just boys. They should stay together." But Jeffrey turned away, dismissing her concerns with a wave of his hand.

In their dreams, the Jefferson 5 were united, their music creating a world where nothing could separate them. Timo shifted in his sleep, a small smile playing on his lips as he imagined the applause of a crowd.

Kimberly remained in the kitchen long after Jeffrey had retired, her mind racing with thoughts of how to protect her sons. She glanced at the calendar, its pages marking the days of their lives, wondering how everything had come to this.

"We have to stick together," Josiah murmured softly, determined to keep the family bond strong despite whatever challenges lay ahead. He knew that no matter what Jeffrey planned, the Jefferson 5 would face it as one.