(Middle of some cheesy Third Eye Blind cover, Rob's cell phone goes off. He stops the song to the dismay of Andrew and Zubin and actually answers the phone, holding it up to the microphone. The audience laughs.)
Rob: Hello?Joe: Jam. What's up.Rob: Umm…we're in the middle of the concert.Joe: No, seriously. What's up? How did it go? Sorry I couldn't make it.Rob: No seriously, you're talking to the microphone.Joe: Gotta go.
(Joe hangs up phone. Rob smiles. Lights out.)