Fallen

Chapter 12

Sophie's POV

   I waited patiently in the pit of the arena and as I looked around, I saw sections and sections of purple hysteria. Thousands of screaming girls chanting Justin's name as if they had all come together and practiced it day and night. Their voice, his name, it all rang right through my head.

"Justin! Justin! Justin! Justin! Justin! Justin! Justin!"

I was fascinated by how many girls were in love him. These girls put everything they had into making Justin. They did everything they truley could to make him happy. No matter what the circumstances were, they were there for him. Or at least they like to believe. They didn't really know Justin. They liked to believe that they really knew him; like that he was a long time friend that they hadn't seen in a while but would never dare to forget a single thing about you. They liked to pretend that if they went up to him in the streets that he would give them a big hug and ask them how they've been doing. But that's not the case. His beliebers liked to think that they really knew Justin and that he really knew them. I think that's why it hurts so much when his haters say that he doesn't know they exist; because his fans know that, they just don't want to believe it. His beliebers really do dedicate their lives to him, and he's so grateful. But I don't think he really knows how much his beliebers love him. It struck me as strange really, the way that they love him so much that they sometimes forgot to love themselves.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted and started counting down like it was New Years. I faced my attention to the huge screen that sat in front of me and about 20,000 other people. The numbers went down. And with every number, the screams got louder. I looked over at Ryan and Chaz who were laughing to themselves. I had never been to one of Justin's shows and to be quite honest, I had no idea what to expect. 

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The three of us walked behind stage to greet Justin after his iconic performance. On the way over there, people swarmed just to get a glimpse of Ryan and Chaz. I was kind of jealous that they didn't know who I was, but then I realized this probably happens to them more times than just at concerts. I don't know what I would do if I went out in public and everyone swarmed me for autographs and for pictures. It just seems weird to me. But, if I end up dating Justin, that'll happen anyway. How was I supposed to know if I was ready for the world to know my name? And most importantly, how was I going to prepare myself for the amount of hate I was going to get?

"Soph? You okay?" Chaz said putting his hand on the middle of my back, rubbing it up and down like he had this morning.

"What? Yeah I'm fine! Why?" I lied. There wasn't any way that I was close to being fine. But how was I supposed to tell Chaz that I didn't know how to handle fame? He's been dealing with it most of his life, he wouldn't get it.

"I dont know, you look like you just saw a ghost. You sure everything's fine?" He pushed at me. He knew that something was wrong and he kept prying at me to open up.

"I'm fine Chaz! Seriously." I said giving him a fake yet reassuring smile. "So when do we get to see Justin?" I rocked back and forth from my heels to my tippy toes trying to not make it that obvious. "You know, just wondering." 

"Someone's eager." Ryan said giving a pen and a signed piece of paper back to a girl who was covered from head to toe in purple. 

"No no, not eager. Just..." I searched for the perfect word in my head. "Just, curious."

"Mhm, curious." Chaz looked back at Ryan and winked at him.

"What was that?" I asked.

"What was what?" Ryan asked back playing stupid. I gave him a stern look letting him know that I wasn't kidding around.