“Time to go,” Joe said, shrugging.

Just then, an enormous crowd of screaming teen girls burst through the doors. The group of security guards began pushing the Jonas Brothers (and me!) forward toward the terminal. I looked back, but couldn’t tell where my parents were. Everyone was pushing me forward, and I couldn’t fight the crowd with a broken ankle!

So, I didn’t fight it. The security guards continued pushing us forward and away from the fans until were ended up outside at the plane.

They hurried us up the steps and onto the plane. I sat down and tried to catch my breath. I realized we were on a private jet.

The boys looked over at me. “Emily!” exclaimed Kevin, “I’m so sorry! But, when there’s that many fans, our security guards usually wanna get us away quickly.”

Kevin got up and went to the front of the plane where the pilot sat. “Hey, we got a girl on here who isn’t supposed to be on the plane. You gotta open the door back up.”

“I can’t do that, Sir,” replied the pilot.