Chapter 2

My Front cover

The sun was once again shinning. I was using my Sunday morning in a café.

It had been two weeks since I saw Justin Bieber and I still couldn't believe it!

I sighed and looked down at Us Weekly, I was on the front cover. My hair was made in a waterfall braid, and floating behind me in soft waves. I was smiling, with my extra white teeth, and rose warm cheeks.

I basically looked really good, maybe a little bit too good. I took the magazine and held it closer to my face; they had added some freckles, but covered they few skin mistakes, and I eyes seemed bigger than normally. I sighed and put the magazine down again; they just couldn't stop themselves could they?

In the same moment I put the magazine down, my breath caught in my throat, right there in front of me stop Justin Bieber, again!

A sudden smile appeared on my face, and his lips stretched out into a smile too. I couldn't help but think of his song; U smile.

"Hi again," I said.

"Hi." He said back. "Again." he smiled brightly.

For a moment we just stood there and starred at each other.

"Oh, you want to sit?" I asked and gestured to the seat in front of me.

"Yes, thank you." He quickly sat down.

"So, I see you got on the front cover?" Justin said and pointed to the magazine. My smile fell.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. Then quickly put on a face smile, I didn't want him to think I was mad at him or anything.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No, eh… Not at all!" I smiled to him. A moment passed.

"So, eh.. I heard you're going to shoot the new movie 'Saint from Hell' right?" I asked and sipped my cacao.

"Yeah, the only thing we need is the leading female." He responded with a smile.

"Oh, what's holding you back? Haven't found her yet?" I asked with the essence of humor in my voice.

He smiled.

"Yeah, well. The casters want to have the perfect Annabelle!" he rolled his eyes.

"What are you looking for in Annabelle?" I asked him.

"Well, I heard that she had to be smaller than Eric; me" he pointed to himself. "And she had to have at least a little acting experience, she has to have blue eyes, and… Well, a British accent." He finished off.

I looked at him, stunned.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Well, I have all those qualities." I said and blushed.

"You can make a British accent?" he asked me stunned too.

"Oh, yes sure I have!" I said, making my best British accent. He smiled brightly.

"This is perfect! I just have to make some calls!" he said and found his cell phone from his pocket, but suddenly stopped and looked up at me with a nervous expression.

"Well, that is if you want to, of course?"

I smiled.

"Of course, I've been looking for an acting job for ages now!" I answered.

"Great! I'll just be a minute!" he said and stood up and walked out while pressing the number in.

I quickly moved to my bag, looking through it for my cell phone, and quickly dialed the number.

"Hi Emily! You'll never guess whom I've just talked to!" I said excited.