The Jonas Robbery Part 26: Phone Number

“Hey, Emily, do you wanna give us your phone number or something so we can call you sometime?” Kevin asked just they were about to walk out the door.

“Yeah!” My voice came out more shrill than I intended. I quickly ran to the kitchen, got a piece of paper, and scribbled my phone number on it.

“Here ya go,” I handed it to Kevin.

“Maybe we can get you some backstage passes at our next concert,” he told me.

“Oh my God, okay!”

We all said goodbye and thanked each other one more time. Then they left.

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