Like, really nobody?
I picture Jeremy at the signing table, flexing his fingers, Sharpies lined up neatly (because the ink will surely run out, what with all that signing), Venti Starbucks at the ready to keep him on his game....constantly looking at the door, checking his watch, shifting in his seat, waiting for the rush of (female) fans that never comes. And then I laugh. Because I'm mean.
I guess they can blame Josh. Or they can blame the fact that they're just not interesting.