“Somebody
just sent me heaven!” I cried enthusiastically.
“Wait, they want you to die and go
to heaven?” my brother asked stupidly.
“No, dummy! I just received two
ticket’s for Bieber’s concert and one VIP pass for the meet-n-greet,” I
explained, at the same time calming myself down.
My brother rolled his eyes and left.
Dad did the same thing after him. Mom, apparently was stuck with my happiness.
Mom smiled it away and asked me about the tickets.
“Well, if you wanna go with me to
watch the concert, I’m fine. Well, all of my beliebers friends are with their
families. So, if you’d like to go with me, Mom, I’ll let you,” I offered a
special spot for Mom. “But you need to prepare your ears for the screaming and
everything. I mean, Justin’s so good with girls.”
Mom gave me the look. “What?”
“Not that way! Mom! Eww!” I cried
from grossness. “He’s good at making his fans scream and enjoy the performance.
Okay, now you’re grossing me out with that look, Mom.”
Mom laughed. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll
go with you.”
***
June 23rd finally came. It
was the day where I could finally see the love of my life for real. Mom drove
to the arena where Justin was going to perform. Just like the other beliebers,
I walked excitedly to the entrance gate and followed everyone else to the seat.
Mom was pretty fast at adapting to the situation.
“They all are girls,” Mom whispered
as we walked to our seats.
I grinned. “Well, there are also
boys. But yeah, all you can see from here is girls and girls and girls.”
Mom shrugged her shoulder and
pretended to enjoy the show.
The
sound-check session begun and half of the arena was almost filled. Girls were
screaming when one by one, the band members appeared. They weren’t even Justin.
I was with them. I screamed almost all the time. My throat hurt, but I didn’t
care.
Finally, Justin came out with just
his shorts. He was topless. If Mom was one of my beliebers friends, we would
definitely think about thousands different kinds of images in our heads and
laugh our asses off. Justin said hi to all of the people in the arena.
“I was told to do a topless
sound-check,” Justin said, teasing all of us.
Scream.
“No. I was just kidding. Scooter and
my mom will never ask me to do such things,” Justin said as one of his band
members threw a t-shirt towards him. He caught it and put it on.
Scream.
“What? You liked the topless better
than now?” He teased again with grins all over his face.
Scream.
“Anyway, are you ready for some
noise?!” Justin yelled out.
“YES!”
“Well, we’ll start in about 10
minutes. Now, let’s play Q&A,” Justin told one of his stage crews to give
the microphone to whoever wanted to ask something.
The game went on for about five
minutes. Justin said goodbye and went back to his dressing room to get ready.
Mom sat down, not interested in any of these. I felt bad for her, actually. She
was dragged to see all of this.
“Mom, are you alright?” I asked,
feeling guilty.
“Yeah. When is it going to start?”
Mom threw back a question.
“Probably, in five more minutes,” I
replied clearly.
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