Purpose

So he's famous?

{Quick A/N above or on the side is their outfits and a video tutorial of Avery's loft here the link in case the video crashes: http://youtu.be/piRgBaadxsI }

Two Days Later...

June 11 2015 @ 11:55 am

Avery POV
It's been two days of me being absolutely busy, but worth I since my song drops tomorrow. I managed to do 4 photo shoots in the past two days, pick out '11 Something' cover art and bought myself a loft. Alicia helped me picked out the furniture and she used her links for me to have everything by today, and I decided to do the monthly plan with paying for the furniture. I just finished cleaning up around my house and I took out my weave, washed my hair and took a shower. I felt like it was time for a new look. I walked over to my desk and plopped down on the seat and watched as the computer screen flickered on. I as scanning the website. I had already booked myself a hair appointment with the 18 year old hair stylist, he just wanted me to confirm my hair I would be using. I minimized the tab and opened a new one which showed my home page Google. I thought about the other day when I saw the stranger, who was staring at me in the lobby. I never ran into him again since that day. Then my mind wondered to my locket that I looked at, I furrowed my eyebrows and began typing into the computer,

"Justin Drew Bieber"

I sat back into my seat and watched as it loaded tons of information on my childhood best friend. I opened up the first tab...

Justin POV

Being manger-less had its perks. I didn't have to do anything anyone told me to do anymore and it was pretty great, but then I had to make sure my songs got out there and see if I getting any gigs, which is harder than just checking your phone. I was chilling with Skrillex and Diplo who wanted to help me get back onto my game in the music world.

"Okay how about you just sing what you feel and like we'll mix it" said Skrillex.

"I feel like I want more money, c'mon I have serious writers block." I said frustrated and looking down at my empty sheet of paper.

"Sing about something!" yelled Diplo

"Like what?" I groaned frustratedly.

Skrillex and Diplo looked at each other and at the same time, almost in unison they said "Selena". I looked over at them and went into the booth, put my headphones and adjusted the mic and started singing right when the beat was dropped.

"I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, you, you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, you, you
(pause)
I need you the most

I gave you the key when the door wasn't open, just admit it
See, I gave you faith, turned your doubt into hoping, can't deny it
Now I'm all alone and my joys turned to moping
Tell me, where are you now that I need you?
Where are you now?
Where are you now that I need you?
Couldn't find you anywhere
When you broke down I didn't leave you
I was by your side
So where are you now that I need you?
Where are you now that I need you?

Where are you now that I need you?
Where are you now that I need you?
Where are you now that I need you?

I gave you attention when nobody else was paying
I gave you the shirt off my back, what you saying?
To keep you warm
I showed you the game everybody else was playing, that's for sure
And I was on my knees when nobody else was praying, oh Lord

Where are you now that I need you?
Where are you now that I need you?

I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, you, you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, you, you
(pause)
I need you the most

Where are you now that I need you?
Where are you now that I need you?
Where are you now that I need you?
I need you the most"

I looked up and they both had a smile on their faces, me however I had a kool-aid smile, because I knew I had a hit in my hands.

Avery POV

I just did 20 minutes of reading all about my best friend, or ex best friend. Basically, he became famous and didn't tell me, I wouldn't of felt like this if he wasn't my best friend! It turns out the fame got to his head because he wasn't appreciating his purpose anymore, not like he taught me to do. It also turns out the perv who looked at me was my ex best friend. It's out that he doesn't have a manger anymore, but he's working hard in the studio. I wonder what would happen if we crossed paths again, would we talk? Would we reminisce old times? Or has he completely forgotten all about me?

So many questions started to surround in my head so I deleted the tab, and saw the message from Clive, I thought about it then I typed,

"Die it red, please."

Then I hit send, smiling in satisfaction.