Noah shrugged and took the phone to Dad, just a few seats down. "Hey Dad, Jeremy thinks he can help us get tickets?"
Dad was surprised by the sudden phone in his hand, but it only took him a second to adjust. He took Jeremy off speaker and they started to talk. Noah came back to his seat next to me.
"What do you think he can do?" Kyle leaned over to whisper.
I shrugged.
Noah rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "The only thing he can do differently than us is throw more money at the problem, right?"
"You don't think Dad didn't try that?" Kyle snorted. "How do you think we got on the waitlist? That is still technically buying a ticket. On the day of. Do you know how expensive that can be?"
"Well don't ask me then." Noah rolled his eyes.
We all kept glancing at Dad. Then he suddenly got up and got in line to talk to the worker at the desk again.
"He's making a move." Noah mumbled. "They must have a plan or at least, an idea."
