Idol - Justin Bieber

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                         ☀︎ C H A P T E R : S E V E N ☀︎

                                   ⭐︎  Idol - Madison Leighton ⭐︎

                  Yesterday, I had met with Justin Bieber. It was honestly a wreck. I kept embarrassing myself, and I'm sure he thinks I'm a freak. I mean, I told him what instruments he plays. I mean, of course he knows what he plays, why did I have to open my goddamn mouth. All night, I kept tossing and turning in my bed. I simply couldn't sleep. I had embarrassed myself too much, I don't think I wanted to meet up again with Justin.

"Madison, wake up, you have an interview and a photo shoot today." My mother pestered, as she opened up my blinds, making me wake up from all the light. I moaned letting her know that I'm up, even though my eyes were closed, and I guess she took the hint because she left my room without another word, but knowing my mother, she would be back if I didn't get out of my bed soon. 

A groan escaped my lips and I got out of my bed and made my way towards my shower. Today I had an interview and a photo shoot. I was on my break, so I barely did any photo shoots while I'm working on my album, but I did do a lot of interviews.

A lot of people want sneak peaks on the album and  want to know whats different to come on the album. All the interviews are basically publicity for the upcoming album.

I got out of the shower and quickly grabbed some skinny jeans and a white tank top. I searched around my closet for some heels, before walking downstairs, towards the kitchen where my family currently sat, eating breakfast.

"Hurry up and eat, because you have an interview, and straight after you have a photo shoot, I doubt you'll have time to eat." my mum said, as she gave me a plate full of bacon and eggs. I thanked her, before eating it.

"Oh, and your driver is out the front."

"Mum, I don't need a driver." I groaned. I know I was famous, but that didn't change anything. I'm still Madison Leighton, the girl who's awkward around boys and had a strange addiction to pickles when I was starting high school.

"Yes you do! You failed your drivers test at least three times, before you just passed it." She scowled.

"I'm a good driver okay?" I protested. Sure, I've failed my drivers test a few times, but I have never caused an accident on the road. I'm a very safe driver.

"Just finish your food and go outside." She sighed. I rolled my eyes, but didn't say anything.

After I finished eating, I quickly walked outside, and got into the car. The driver used to drive limos around, But I found that so much of an embarrassment, I refused to get in it, unless its for the billboard awards or something like that. Thankfully, I now get cars sent to the house, seeming my mother doesn't trust me when I drive.

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"Ma'am, We're here." The driver called out from the front. I thanked him and smiled, before opening the door and scrambling towards the entrance. 

"Good mornin' Ms Leighton." A lady smiled at me. She had a faint accent, but it was enough to tell that she wasn't from Atlanta. I smiled at the lady, and said it back, before following her into a room down the hall, with a few people in it.

"Ya'll wanna listen up now." She said gathering everyone's attention. They all turned to her, and immediately became quiet, listening to her instructions.

"Ms Leighton is here, and ya'll all should do whatever it takes to please her, If there is any complains from her, ya'll be fired, am I clear?" She said in a threatning tone to the young workers in the room. The workers all nodded fiercely, finding her intimidating.