Bieber Fever

There are only two people to blame in this situation: myself, and Justin Bieber. I understand that waiting for his plane to arrive and following him back to his house then climbing through his window to get into his room isn’t the best way to get Justin’s attention, but it worked. Besides, when you really think about it, it’s all Justin’s fault! I mean, he just had to be so cute, and hot, and sweet, and an amazing singer. I really had no choice but to fall in love. And really, what good does unrequited love do? None. So, at the very least, he had to know I existed. The restraining order wasn’t exactly part of the plan, though. It’s a long story, but I’ll start from the beginning.

It all started on July 1st, 2009 when Justin Bieber released his first single “One Time”. I had seen him on YouTube a few years before, but I had never realized how cute he was. Shortly thereafter, I added him as a friend on MySpace, became a fan of him on Facebook, and followed him on Twitter to show him some support. When I noticed that he actually talked to his fans on these websites, I was impressed. He seemed like a cute, down to earth boy who was just trying to live his dream.
On July 7th, Justin announced that he was having an official video contest to promote “One Time”. The winner and one friend got to go on a date with him then attended his concert as VIPs. I figured it was worth a shot to enter because if I lost, it was just a loss, and my friends agreed to help me out. Our video actually turned out to be really good; we had dancing, rapping, and gymnastics and we introduced him to our town. I was pretty sure we were a shoe-in to win, but, in August, the winner was announced and it wasn’t me. I was extremely aggravated because I knew my video was so much better than the girl’s who won. Not to mention, I’m way prettier than her. Whatever.
After that loss, I entered in any and every contest for a chance to meet Justin. When his first CD “My World” came out, I bought seven copies in hope of finding the Golden Ticket inside and winning a private concert. But none of my attempts worked. I knew it was time to get creative.
I started out just by talking about Justin to random people at school to see if they would have any connections. Next, I requested friends of friends of my friends on Facebook until I found Max, who had multiple pictures with him. It seemed like Max was legitimate, so I started a conversation with him:
“Hey ?.”
“Hi… do I know you??”
“No, but I’m Amy and I think you’re kinda cute.”
“…Okay. Thanks.”
“So, I couldn’t help but notice that you had pictures with Justin Bieber… do you know him, or are you just a fan?”
“I know him.”
“Oh cool. How?”
“Cause”
Max is now offline.

It was clear to me that Max was just having a bad day so I’d have to wait until tomorrow when he would most likely be in a better mood.
The next day, I tried to talk to Max, but he didn’t answer. Apparently, it was a bad week, so I waited until the next week to try again.
As soon as I got home from school that Monday, I instant messaged him.
“Hey! Long time no talk!”
“Not really.”
“Ha, ha. Anyways, what’s up?”
“Trying to do my homework.”
“Oh, cool. What school do you go to?”
“Whiteford Academy.”
“And where’s that?”
“Atlanta.”
“No way! I live in Virginia! We’re practically neighbors! Lol. But actually, I have friends in Atlanta that I’m going to go visit in a few weeks. We should totally hang out!”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, well, okay. Can I ask you a humongous favor then??”
“What?”
“Justin’s concert is the week I’m going to Atlanta… is there anyway you can get me a backstage pass and meet and greets? I mean, I already have tickets, but a backstage pass and meet and greets would be better ?.”
“Probably not.”
“Oh, damn. Is Justin all out?”
“Yeah.”
“Dang. Good thing I at least got tickets earlier then! Ha, ha. Hmmm… so, when does his flight get in?”
“I don’t know I think the twelfth.”
“Oh, sweet! Well I gotta go. Nice talking to you!”

Perfect. I knew exactly where I needed to be waiting with a sign that read “IMMA TELL YOU ONE TIME MARRY ME JUSTIN B!” on the twelfth of April: the Hartsfield Jackson Airport in Atlanta. Now I just had to wait.
On April 11th, my mom and I drove to my friend’s house in Atlanta. We ate, unpacked, and then I went online. I had to check Justin Bieber’s Twitter page to see if he had tweeted where he was flying into Atlanta from. He had tweeted and said:
“Long day here in Chicago… But my hometown, Atlanta, in the morning! So excited. Sweet dreams.”
I checked the next day’s incoming flights from Chicago and there were only six. The first one was due at 5:30 AM meaning I had to get up early to be there. I got in bed, but I could hardly sleep! I would be in the arms of Justin Bieber in less than twenty-four hours!
My alarm went off at 4:00 AM and I hopped straight out of bed. I took a quick shower, put some gel in my hair to curl it, did my make up to perfection, and was out the door with my sign by 5:00 AM.
The airport was relatively empty, which was great because Justin would be able to notice me better. I waited at the bottom of the escalator near Baggage Claim listening to Justin’s song “Love Me” and playing solitaire on my iPhone. Finally, at 1:26 PM, Justin walked to Baggage Claim with a swarm of paparazzi around him. I grabbed my sign and ran towards him, but he couldn’t see me in that giant crowd. Naturally, I ran outside, got in my car, and waited by the exit for him.
Justin, his mom, his manager, and his security ran to their car and left the airport as quickly as possible with me close behind. I followed them back to Justin’s house, but I knew it’d be weird if I drove through their gate with them, so I parked outside and hopped the fence. I snuck around the back and saw Justin standing near a window. Just like a movie, this house had a trellis that lead to Justin’s open window. Now all I had to do was climb.
The trellis was harder to climb than I thought, but I reached the top in about ten minutes and clumsily fell through the window. There was no one in the room I landed in, but I could hear someone in the shower. I sat on the bed, happier than ever, until the water turned off.
I unrolled my poster and waited for Justin to walk out of the bathroom and meet the girl of his dreams. My heart skipped a beat as the handle turned and…
“What the hell?! Who are you?!” Justin’s manager yelled.
“Oh! Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I thought this was Justin’s room! Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing! I was just waiting on Justin!”
“How did you even get in here?!”
“The window was open!”
“You climbed a two story house and went through a window to meet Justin?! You’re crazy!”
The room’s door opened and Justin and his mom walked in.
“What’s going—wait! Who are you?!” Justin’s mom asked.
“HI JUSTIN! I’M AMY, YOUR BIGGEST FAN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!”
“How did you get in here!?” Justin asked.
“She climbed through the window!” Justin’s manager yelled.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of Justin; he looked so cute when he was confused. The rest of the yelling was a blur to me. I began to cry because Justin’s angelic face was so beautiful.
“Security!” Justin yelled.
“Wait, Justin! Can I just ask you one thing?!” I pleaded as security tried to pull me out the door.
“No!” Justin yelled back.
“What’s your Skype name?!” I asked.
I was escorted off the property then drove myself home. I had definitely just made a lasting impression on Justin, and it seemed to me like he was just playing hard to get. I believed this up until today, April 14th, when a lawyer came to my door and handed me a giant yellow envelope with a restraining order inside. Now, I’m sitting on my bed, staring at a packet that tells me I may not contact Justin through MySpace, Facebook, or Twitter, nor can I ever attend his concerts or be within 100 feet of him. Of course, I’m a little but upset, but it’ll blow over. Eventually he will realize that the creeped-out feeling he gets from me is just love forming in his heart, and when he does, I’ll be here waiting.

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