Chapter 9

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Allie's POV

It's been a few days, four to be exact. Emily is still really bummed about not being able to get her last four digits off that it's starting to take a toll on her. Not only does she sometimes mope around but she stares hopelessly at a picture of them. We asked her aunt about them, if they were still there or if we could get a note to them but they were gone a few hours after we left. They must have went back to their apartment. It's not hard to get to really but they always have some sort of security blocking their apartment so no one can get in unless they have proof they live there. I myself am upset that Emily couldn't finish the last four numbers, I'm not mad or upset at her for it, but upset at the fact we could have hung out with some really cool people. Not just because they're famous, honestly I could care less for that, but because they were really nice.

It was my turn to do the laundry as our daily routine around here. We each take turns doing certain things so not just one person is doing it. I check all the pockets to our jeans when I pulled out a slip of paper from Emily's jeans. It took a few moments to realize exactly what it was for. Dropping the jeans I ran out of the laundry room and to the bed room Emily was in yelling her name.

"EMILY!" I yelled, throwing open the door of the bedroom. She was sleeping, sitting up quickly and looking at me.

"What's wrong? Whose hurt?" She said with a panicked tone.

"Remember when Cindy gave you her number?" I held out the piece of paper, sitting on the bed beside her. "Look what I found."

She gasped, taking the paper from my hands and staring at it.

"I completely forgot about it!"

"And I also have an idea,"

"Hit me with it."

I explained my idea to Emily, getting smiles and head nods as a response. It was really risky but it was the only way we were going to get to them, or even communicate with them. The whole time is was explaining the plan, I had a thought in my mind that pained me to think of. What if they didn't really want to see us again? Back at the hotel it seemed like they did but they haven't made an effort to try and contact us. Maybe it's just me, over thinking things like always.

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"Hello is this Cindy Walters?" I said in a deep voice, trying to make me seem a little older than I sounded.

Emily let out a laugh, sitting at my side.

"Why yes this is!" she said perky through the phone.

"Yes hello, I hear you're the manager for boyband emblem3?" I was a bit nervous, shaking a little, scared it wouldn't work.

"I am, how may I help you today?"

"I'd like to ask them to come preform tonight for my uh niece's birthday party!"

"Oh sorry we can't do that..." she didn't sound sympathetic at all.

"I'll pay you double, also I'd like for you all to visit a few hours ahead of time, with the boys. It begins at eight so maybe be here around four?" There was silence for a moment. It was a one shot risk we had to take or we'd have to find another way, which we couldn't think of except to sneak into their apartment or something.

"Sounds great!" I let out a sigh of relief. "We'll be there in a few hours!"

I gave her the location of the house before hanging up and hugging with Emily, letting out squeals of excitement and happiness.

"WE DID IT!" we said in unison, bouncing up and down. It was crazy idea which we could get in loads of trouble for but it was definitely worth it.

"Time to put up the birthday streamers and balloons so it looks real on the outside!" Emily said, both of us getting up to get to work. We had to make the front porch look realistic so they wouldn't suspect something on first arrival. Also so the place stood out from the others.

We had two hours to complete all this before they arrived, it seemed like a short time but really it seemed like forever.

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