16 year old Justin Bieber has everything he has ever dreamed of. A life thousands of guys envy and hair billions of girls obsess over is simply a daily re occurrence for him. With a smile to die for and the voice of a God, Justin couldn't ask for anything more. That much is true, he didn't have to ask. The girl of his dreams and the love of his life simply walked in unannounced and certainly without his permission. He was no longer in control.
THE GOLDEN TICKET
You could say I have a slightly abnormal lifestyle.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, friends and fans, are you ready?"
That, however, would be the understatement of the century.
"I said, ARE YOU READY?"
My life is the epitome of abnormal.
"I can't hear you!"
I am the epitome of abnormal.
"When I say Justin, you say Bieber!"
Sometimes, I feel like I'm on autopilot.
But, hey, I don't totally mind.
"When I say one, you say time! One!"
Sometimes, I kind of even like it.
That's my cue.
I bolted onto the waiting stage and into the spotlight. Shrieks and cheers of anxiety and pure adrenaline were thrown at me from every angle. Screaming girls were everywhere I looked, and each one was staring right back at me. I was nervous, caught off guard, and loving every second of it.
"Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!" I began singing as I danced across the stage. "Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time."
I've always had a hard time explaining my time onstage to people. The feeling of standing in the spotlight in front of millions is something that could never be described, understood, or relived. It's simply amazing.
"When I met you, girl, my heart went knock, knock. All them butterflies in my stomach won't stop, stop. And even though it's a struggle, love is all we got. So we gon' keep, keep climbing till we reach the top."
"Your world, is my world! My fight, is your fight." The audience sang back to me. I grinned madly, slightly laughing to myself. This crowd was completely, insanely incredible.
Throughout the concert, my nervous butterflies were replaced by constant rushes of adrenaline and energy. Earlier I had been exhausted due to sound check, interviews, and the pre-show meet & greet. However, The show, like it always does, reversed my mood and I was PUMPED. The 3 Red Bulls I had consumed previously may have had some sort of effect on my energy level. I like to think its always the fans, though.
"Thank you, Houston, Texas! I love you!" I shouted as I held up my hands in a heart form. A contagion of hand-hearts was lifted into the air throughout the audience. Millions of girls screamed "I love you" and "Marry me", but I only smiled in return. If I didn't get out soon, a riot was inevitable.
I cautiously sprinted off stage, careful not to trip over a random chord and break my foot like I had before.
"Great show tonight, Justin." My mother, Pattie, congratulated me as I chugged my 12th water bottle of the evening.
"Thanks, Mom." I smiled, flipping my hair to the side with one flick of my head.
It was just another Saturday night in the life of me, Justin Bieber. After an exhausting day of press, photo-shoots, endless interviews, and a 2 hour concert, I was ready to collapse. I followed my mother through the backstage area. As she walked, her high pony-tail bounced and I could see she was as tired as I was. Her eyes were opened just slightly and she yawned incessantly. As the mother of Justin Bieber, she was constantly busy. I sometimes contemplated that she worked harder than me! She was always organizing my schedule and getting me from one place to another, whether it was from downtown L.A. to home, or from New York to Spain. I don't know if I ever truly thanked her enough for her love, support, and never-ending help, but I know I gave her a fair share of back-talk. But, hey, I was a hormonal 16 year old boy. Who else did I have to blame?
"Okay, so tomorrow we're heading over to 104.1 KRBE for a radio appearance. Be expecting an interview filled with questions about Selena Gomez and possibly a live performance. On Monday we'll be flying back to L.A." She said quickly in one giant breath before exhaling dramatically.
"Yes!" I did a fist pump. L.A. usually meant a break. "Does that mean I get to finally just, like, chill?"
"Just like the last time we flew back home, no. You're a busy young man now. You need to get used to that." She scolded.
"What else could I possibly have to do?"
"There's always going to be something, Justin. Monday your filming your episode for MTV Diary." She sighed as we slid into the limo outside the stadium. I gazed out of the car window as people walked down the streets surrounding the limo. With every two people that walked by, my heart shattered a little more. It seemed as though all the couples were out tonight, hand in hand, enjoying each other's love and company. I frowned sadly and sunk backwards into the seat cushion. I had everything I had ever dreamed of. I was on tour, I lived in a beautiful home back in Los Angelos, my family didn't have to worry about financial problems, and my Mom was proud of me. But something was missing. Something had always been missing. Where was the love? Sure, my Mom loved me more than anyone else in the world. Sure, I wrote and sang all of these songs about all these girls that never existed, but I had never been in love. I didn't even know what love was. Yet, everyone thought I did. Ha! Quite the opposite.
"What?" I jumped slightly, torn from my deep thoughts.
"I was just on the phone with Scooter. Are you okay?" She asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied. "What did he say?"
"It's about the golden ticket."
When I came out with my first album, My World, Scooter decided as an advertising stunt to put a single golden ticket in one album that would be shipped off somewhere in the United States. Whoever found the golden ticket would get to join me on a vacation and performance in the Bahamas. However, the ticket had yet to be found and it had already been 8 months. All hope was pretty much lost.
"What about it?" I muttered bitterly.
"It's been found."
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