How i fell in love with Justin Bieber...

Chapter 2 :D

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Saturday. March 16, 2011.

My alarm clock buzzed at 6 am, telling me to get ready to go to the airport. Groaning, I pulled a pillow over my head and yelled. "SHUTUP and let me sleep."

It continued to buzz until I slammed it down and sat up drowsily. Almost time for the Bieber concert. Yippee. I looked through my closet at the Gucci jeans and top. I don't want to offend Mrs. Scott for not wearing it, but it looks to fancy to wear to a concert. The shirt was a bright magenta top with lace around the neckline and the jeans were dark wash with sequins on the back pockets.  I decided I'd wear the jeans, but I changed into a black tanktop with some loose silver necklaces. I touched the curls up in my hair and applied a little bit of makeup My suitcase was packed and I was ready Freddy. At 7:30 sharp, The Scotts pulled into my driveway and honked.

 "Coming!" I yelled running towards their car. "What's the rush?" I asked sliding my bags into the backseat.

Emma's crystal blue eyes looked sad. "My mom was wrong. The plane leaves at 8:00." She bit her nails nervously.

"We only have half an hour!" I yelled, secretly hoping we'd miss the plane.

"I'm working on it!" Mrs Scott said rushing through the traffic. A few minutes later we jumped out of the car and ran through the airport like crazy fans chasing their favorite celebrity. Finally with 30 seconds to spare, we sat on the plane, taking a deep breath.

"Phew." I breathed. "We made it."

"Thank you, Jesus!" Emma said in a sing song voice, "We're gonna see Bieber, we're gonna see Bieber, we're gonna see Bieber!"

"Shhh." I mouthed, feeling embarrassed as people around us stared.

After a few minutes, Mrs. scott and Emma were dead asleep and I sat patiently wanting to get this stupid concert over with. The sooner it was over, the sooner I could move on with my life.
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Emma and I rode a taxi to the Kodak theatre where they held the concert. Mrs Scott stayed at the hotel getting a tan by the pool. Hundreds of Bieber fans flooded the streets singing "Ima tell you one time..." and "Baby, baby, baby, ooooh." I had never seen so many little girls wearing purple tshirts, with Justin himself, on the front.

"This is crazy." I told Emma as she watched out the window excitedly.

She squealed. "I know!! Aren't you so so so so so so excited?!"

I put on a fake smile and nodded.

The Taxi dropped us off at the front gate and Emma could barely control herself.

"OH MY GOSH! THATS SCOOTER!!! OVER THERE! LOOK, BELLE!" Scooter Braun and the crew walked through the crowds giving out tickets.

"Oh cool." I said trying to sound excited.

"OH MY GOSH! THERES JUSTIN'S TOUR BUS!!" She went on like that till we picked up our tickets and Ryan Good, Justin's crew member, led us backstage. Everything was dark and only lit by black lights. Lots of crew members rushed around trying to get things ready. And right in the middle of all the ruckus, was a long table full of snacks.

"WHERE'S JUSTIN?!" Emma squealed.

"He's changing. He'll come over and meet you guys in a few minutes. Just hang tight and enjoy some snacks." Ryan Good informed us.

"I CAN'T EAT AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!!!" Emma yelled jumping up and down.

"I sure can." I said helping myself to the chocolate fountain.