"How are we going to get there?" I asked.

"We can take my Chevy," Ro said.

Upon further examination of my pass, I noticed something. "Huh. It says here that we can invite a plus one. Mom, may I take Rose with me?"

"Rose who, sweetheart?" my mom replied.

"Rose Smith from down the street. Her mom is the D.A."

"I don't see why not. Let me call her mother and see."

So, she did. Her phone call went something like this:

"Hello. Ellen Evans. Is your mother home? Yes, Bonnie, it's Ellen Evans. Lisa wanted to know if Rose could accompany her to a concert next week. Bye, Bonnie." Click. 

"Well?" I asked, anxious.

"She said yes."

"So, it's settled,  then," Ro started, "You're taking Rose, and I'm taking Sierra."

"Who's Sierra?" Mom asked.

"Sierra Urie, the lead singer's younger sister. In LA,  I live right across the street from them." Ro explained.

"NO WAY!" I yelled.

"I didn't tell you?" Ro asked.

"No," I replied, "We've probably been too busy. You with Tropical Smoothie, me with homeschool."

"Oh. Well, they're my neighbors and close friends. " Ro said sheepishly.

Ding! Ro's phone went off . "Sierra said she'll meet us at the airport. "

"We're going to Panic! At The Disco! "