Chapter 8: Time Square

"Nick! Megan! Come on, we're going to be late!" Mr. Jonas yelled.

"Megan, get my tie, would you?" Nick asked.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Get the one your cousins got me for Christmas. The baseball one."

I got the tie out of the closet and threw it at Nick. He tied it around his neck and we ran into the limo waiting outside for us. "What took you so long?" Kevin asked.

"I couldn't find my tie."

"Right…" Joe said. We arrived at Time Square at 7 o'clock right on the dot.

"Get your guitars and you have to be onstage in 30 minutes," Mr. Jonas told the boys.

"Megan, can you stay backstage?" Nick asked. "There's a lot of people out there and I don't want you to get lost."

"OK. I'll watch from back here," I said, kissing him.

"OK, OK, break it up you two," Kevin said, pulling Nick onstage with Joe. I blew Nick a kiss and he caught it and put it in his back pocket. I rolled my eyes and watched as Nick and his brothers started to sing.

"Hey, do you guys remember my girlfriend, Megan?" Nick asked after he sang a few songs. The crowd screamed in reply. "Well do you want to hear the song I wrote her?" The crowd screamed again. Nick winked at me and started playing his guitar.

When he was done, the crowd screamed and Nick winked at me. I smiled back.

"Great show, guys," Mrs. Jonas said, hugging her sons.

"Thanks mom," Joe said.

"JONAS BROTHERS!" we heard someone say behind us. We turned around and saw a middle-aged woman walking towards us.

"Nancy!" the boys yelled and they gave her a hug.

"Is this Megan?" she asked, gesturing towards me.

"Yeah," Nick said, smiling.

"I saw your show last night and you were absolutely amazing," she said.

"Thank you," I said.

"I was wondering, this goes for you three too, if you would 4 like to guest star on the Suite Life of Zach and Cody."

"WHAT?" the 4 of us yelled together.

"So will you do it?"

"Yeah," Kevin said. "Did you talk to our manager?"

"Yes, and he said you could if you wanted too."

"And you want Megan to do it too?" Kevin asked.

"Yes. I'll mail you the script within a few weeks."

"Thank you so much," I said.

"No problem. Save your singing voice," she said and left.


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