Imagine...
You wake up in the morning thinking of Justin.
You roll over in bed and see all of your posters gone.
You go to find your mom, to ask her why she took all of your posters down.
"Mom"
"Yes honey"
"Why did you take down my posters?"
"What are you talking about?"
"All of my posters"
"Honey, what posters?"
You know she's messing with you. She knew it would annoy you because she knows how much Justin means to you.
"The posters in my room"
"Honey, you don't have any posters, you never have done"
You go back upstairs, you can't be bothered with your mom's jokes right now.
You scroll through your Instagram feed.
No beliebers have posted.
There are no pictures of Justin on your feed.
You decide to check if Justin has posted anything new.
You type in his username in the search bar and nothing comes up.
You decide that Instagram is playing up so you go onto Google.
You type in Justin Bieber, to check if anything interesting happened overnight.
Nothing comes up.
There are no traces of Justin existing.
You start to freak out.
You open up YouTube and type in kidrauhl, hoping to find something.
And there he is.
Justin Drew Bieber.
Relief.
You watch him singing and you're just filled with joy.
You love him so much.
You decide to watch some more recent videos.
They aren't there.
You type in song names.
But nothing.
Nothing.
What's going on?
It's like everything past 2008 has gone.
You get up and go downstairs.
That's when you see it.
On the calendar.
November 2007
Justin Bieber was a dream.
Justin Bieber is nothing more than a boy singing on the streets of Stratford.
You dreamt up a whole future for him.
You fell in love with him.
He was your idol
But it was all a dream...
Wwyd??
