*Imagine you are one of Justin's dancers*
YOUR POV:
It was officially one week before the Believe tour started. I was super nervous and I made sure to practice the dance moves over and over again because I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the one and only Justin Bieber.
When I finally arrived to the rehearsal studio, I parked my car and got out. I was wearing a plain black shirt, black leggings, and a plaid shirt wrapped around my waist. My big sunglasses were placed on my face and my hair was put up into a messy bun.
I locked my car and began walking into the studio. I opened the door and noticed that most of the dancers were there already. Panicking, I quickly took my sunglasses off and place my bag down on the floor.
I ran to the choreographer, Nick DeMoura, and said, "Hey Nick, what's up? Is the boss here?"
Nick smiled, hugged me and replied, "Nope, the Biebs is running late. Like always." He chuckled and I smiled.
"Alright, well I'm gonna go warm up for the routine." He nodded and I walked to the back of the room and took a seat on the floor. The walls were covered in mirrors so we could see ourselves while we danced.
I stretched out each leg before getting up, putting my headphones into my ears, and practicing the dance moves to Beauty and a Beat.
As I was dancing, the door flung open. In came Justin, with a grey hoodie on, sweatpants, messy hair, and his phone in his hand. He saw us all practicing and said, "I'm so sorry guys, I overslept again." He chuckled and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
We all gave him a big smile to assure him that it wasn't a big deal.
I've always thought Justin was extremely attractive. Every time I saw him, my heart would beat faster and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. At dance auditions which were a couple months ago, he told me I was the best dancer he had ever seen and ever since then, I worked my ass off even harder to keep up the good work.
Justin quickly put his stuff down and pulled his hoodie and t-shirt off. He was shirtless. How was I supposed to focus on the dance moves with a shirtless Justin Bieber in front of me?
He said, "Alright Bieberettes, today we're gonna practice the moves for Beauty and a Beat that we learned a week ago." He smiled and called Nick over.
Nick and Justin would always be in the front during rehearsals, and all of us dancers were in the back copying their moves and trying to perfect them.
Justin said, "Hit the music." and the music to Beauty and a Beat instantly began playing and we all started dancing.
I watched Justin carefully as he danced. His sweatpants sagged just a bit, and his toned, muscular, tanned back was facing me. I stared him up and down while he danced and copied his dance moves.
As I moved my attention to the mirrors on the wall, I noticed that Justin was staring right back at me. Instantly, I began to feel self conscious. Did I mess up? Did I look like an idiot? Does Justin think I'm not good anymore?
I tried to brush these thoughts aside, but he had his eyes glued on me the entire time. I focused my attnetion back onto Nick and tried not to think too much about what happened earlier.
After dancing to the music of the entire song, Nick yelled out, "Great job, guys. Time for lunch, so remember you guys have an hour to go out and get something to eat before we come back and work on the dance for She Don't Like the Lights."
We stood there breathing heavily and nodding to everything he said.
I went back to where my purse was and sat on the floor and put my knees up. I pulled a towel out of my purse and began wiping the sweat off my face. Gross. I probably look so bad right now.
