***
The show started. As the previous
concerts Justin had done, girls were screaming wild and loud. The whole stadium
was filled with screams and chanting. Justin did incredible dances, pulled-off
such amazing performances, and he also received lots of thrown stuff on stage.
Since I was one of the VIP winners,
I was told to go a little bit closer to the stage. Mom said it was okay, so I
blended in with the crowd. Justin reached his hand out for the crowd. I was
right in front of his face. His eyes were looking straight at mine. I touched
his hand and secretly promised myself never to watch this hand. Justin held my
hand a bit longer. I felt it. I realized that I wasn’t the one who passionately
tightened the grip. He felt like he never wanted to let my hand go. I enjoyed
the moment and also noticed that other girls were looking at me furiously.
Justin finally let go.
After what just happened, I calmed
myself down. Justin took a five minutes break before performing another song. I
got back to my seat and found Mom.
“This is by far the second most
crowded and loudest concerts I’ve ever been to,” Mom commented.
“What was the first?” I asked
curiously.
“Michael’s,” Mom answered calmly as
if she didn’t know I was going to freak out.
“Hold on, you went to MJ’s concert?!”
my eyes widened as Mom smiled. “No way! Whoa! Mom, I can’t believe you! Wow!
Mom, MJ the King of Pop? You watched him live? No way!”
“Yes way! This right here is close
enough to equalize the success of MJ’s concert,” Mom replied my shocking expression.
A couple of minutes later, Justin
walked out of the backstage. He chatted with the audience. He continued
performing and the night went awesome like Justin’s usual concerts.
***
The meet-n-greet was held the day
after the concert. Mom drove me off to the venue. It was not as crowded as the
night before. Less people were there. Since the meet-n-greet was only for the
VIP’s, less people showed up. There were more photographers and medias than
actual beliebers.
I got in line like the others. The
line shortened quite fast. There were two more pairs of beliebers before it was
my turn. Then finally, the crew called my name. They led me to the room and
Justin’s reaction was a bit strange. It seemed like he already met me.
“Hey!” Justin greeted me warmly. He
hugged me tight and hung on for about five seconds before letting go.
“Hi!” I hugged him back, enjoying
the five-seconds bonus.
“Have we met before?” he asked with
a hopeful eyes.
“Maybe. I’ve seen you on screen and
magazines and everything,” I joked around. He laughed at my stupid joke.
“Well, I saw this girl last night
when I was performing. She looked just like you. I held her hand way longer
than I’ve ever held any fans’ hand before,” Justin explained. “I’m sure that
girl was you, though.”
“Really? Well, maybe you misplace me
with someone else,” I denied even if I knew for sure he was talking about me.
“Maybe. Anyway, let’s take a
picture,” Justin offered with his stunning smile.
The picture was taken and I hugged
Justin one last time before leaving. I gave him my scrapbook. I made it a year
ago, when it was summer. It was the same old boring summer, so I decided to
make a scrapbook all about Justin. Justin looked at my work and thanked me.
I finally walked away from the room.
But a second before I stepped my foot out of the room, Justin called me and
walked towards me.
“I didn’t get your name,” Justin
said with his hand ready to shake my mine.
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