Believe (A Justin Bieber Story) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 47

Justin's POV

I could feel the arena shaking beneath my feet, the crowd roared. “Hello New York! Are you ready to believe!” I ran back up to the top of the stage, touching fans hands. DJ Tay James started my beat.

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After the first couple songs I darted back stage, making a quick wardrobe change and taking a sip or two of water. I was getting tired but I always push through. I ran back out, ready to preform Fall, and then after that was Die In Your Arms. I walked out, the crowd screamed my name, and I smiled making my way over to the bucket. I strapped myself in and picked up my guitar. “Are you guys ready? I got a little joke for you.” I hung my guitar over the edge of the bucket. “I don’t want this to fall, on you.” The audience screamed. “Alright, I’m kidding I’m kidding.” I strapped on my guitar over my shoulder and began to strum. I belted out the first notes, “Hold on, let me start over.” I smiled down at the crowd.

‘Let me tell you a story,

About a girl and a boy,

Who fell in love with his best friend,

When she’s around, he feels nothing but joy…’

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After the song, they lowered me, “So, I have a story I want to tell you guys.” I stood at the runway of the stage. The crowd screamed, not stopping. I sat down. “Are you guys going to stop screaming?” I laughed, they didn’t stop. “Shhhhhhh.” I laid down, pretending to sleep. I was still for a couple seconds before standing up. “I’ll just tell you the story anyways. So, I went to this place,” I paced the stage, “And this guy asked me for my ID. I just laughed and said I don’t have an ID but you can Google me?” The crowd let out a laugh and I jogged up the stage. One of my dancers came up to me, handing me my jean vest, “So you guys wanna go a little old school? While I’m getting ready, lets have my guitarist to a little freestyle.” He strummed to the beat of Rack City by Tyga. When I got the vest and hat on, I began to sing.

‘Rack city chick,

Rack rack city chick,

Ten ten ten twenties on them fifties chick.’

 

The crowd went absolutely crazy, “Hey guys, are you ready?” I ran up the steps, placing my old school mic on the stand. I cued the music, and began to rock to the beat.

 

 

‘Say you love me

As much as I love you, yeah

Would you hurt me, baby?

Could you do that to me, yeah?

Would you lie to me, baby?

'Cause the truth hurts so much more

Would you do the things that drive me crazy?