Justin Timberlake gives up courtside seats...to Joey Fatone.
"Hey Joey, it's Justin."
"Justin? JT! Hey wait, why does your number come up as blocked?"
"Eh, don't worry about that - new phone, I've been having some problems with it. I'll give you my new number later. What's been going on, man?"
"Oh man, a lot! I mean, there's-"
"Hey, that's cool, man. Congrats. I just wanted to see whether you wanted my floor seats at the Staples Center."
"For tomorrow's game?"
"Nah, for the rest of the year. Forever, if you want. I'll even pay for them. I'm just... er, I've got a lot of things to do. They're yours if you want them."
"Sure, yeah! Thanks, JT!"
"Anytime, I'll leave them at Will Call under your name. Not like anyone else is gonna be using it. Word of advice - don't talk to Jack. In fact, don't even look at him." "Thanks! Hey, wait, can I get that numb-"