Justin Bieber Imagines

Our Song (Justin Bieber Imagine)

"Argh, why can't you just take a break from working and come party with us?!" I pulled the phone away from my ear as my best friend yelled through the ear piece. I hear her huff and I bring the phone back to my ear, knowing the yelling was over. "I already told you. If I go out partying too much, it'll look bad for me." I said, trying of I convince. I heard another groan on the other end of the line. "Oh my god, everything has changed since your singing career took off, you know." She whined. I scoffed into the phone. "No, no, no! I don't mean YOU." She clarified, putting emphasis on the 'you'. "You're still the same old Ana. Fame hasn't gotten to your head yet, I'll give you that." "Fame hasn't gotten to my head...yet?" I laughed, plopping down on my bed. "You know what I mean...it's just that you can't go out anymore, and when you do, you need all these bodyguards and shit! It's annoying! Everybody wants to get a glimpse of you and everybody wants to see 'what you'll do next'." She said quoting a most recent news segment about me. "Everyone can't love you! YOU'RE MINE!" I laughed out loud at her comment. "This is no laughing matter!" She yelled, but I can hear her stifling a giggle.

I heard a knock at my door. "Hey, I have to go. There's someone at my door. It's probably Scooter coming to pick me up. "Fine...call me later, yea?" I nodded as if she could actually see it. "Yea...drink my share at the club tonight, all right?" She laughed and we said our goodbyes. I answered the door and found Mr. Scooter Braun, my manager, staring down at me. "You ready?" He asked. I nodded, grabbing my bag from the stand next to the door. I walked outside and made sure to lock my door so no crazy paps try to enter my house. I climbed into the car with Scooter and our driver drove us to the studio.

When we got to the studio, I opened the door and entered the air conditioned building, taking off my sunglasses. I let out a sigh of relief as the cold air hit my skin. I swear it was literally 100 degrees outside. I said hello to the receptionist in the lobby and walked through hallways to get to my reserved studio for today.

When I entered the room I was greeted by Kuk and Rodney. "Sup, rising star?" Kuk said, giving me a hug. I laughed and hugged him back. "Nothing." Rodney greeted me in the same manner. "How's the song coming along?" Rodney asked. I reached into my purse and took out my notebook of song lyrics. I turned to the right page and handed it to him. "Here." He took the book and scanned through the words. "This is amazing! You never cease to amaze us with your songwriting." Rodney exclaimed, practically jumping up and down. I turned my attention to Kuk. "Was he upset that I got to write the song and he didn't?" Kuk looked confused at first but soon realized who I was talking about. "Oh, who? Justin? Nah, he's fine with it...which is weird because he likes to write his own songs..." Kuk mumbled to himself, scratching his chin. I then turned to Scooter. "Where is Justin anyway? Shouldn't he be here already?" I wasn't being rude or obnoxious. I was just getting anxious because I was about to record a song with one of my idols. One of the people I look up to.

As if on cue, we heard screaming from outside the studio. Scooter sighed, smiling and shaking his head. "He's here NOW." I giggled and waited for the screaming to die down, indicating that Justin was in the building. We had to wait for a minute, probably because he was taking pictures with fans outside. But soon enough, the studio door was opened and in came then one and only, Justin Bieber.

He was wearing sweatpants, a white v-neck, and a black beanie, with his bangs sticking out in the front. He took off his sunglasses and I could see the tiredness in his eyes. I frowned for a second as I saw them. But my smile came back as he turned to me and smiled. "Ana!" He almost yelled, engulfing me in a big bear hug. "Justin!" I yelled at the same volume, returning his hug. We pulled away and I could see a little bit more warmth in his eyes.

He bro-hugged everyone else in the room. He clapped his hands together, looking around the room. "Alright! Where do we start?" I showed him the notebook and he took it from my hands, flipping through the pages. "It's already started." I said, smiling, helping him find the page which scribbles and my thoughts. Justin scanned through page, his eyes flickering from one end of the page to the other. He gave little smiles here and there and ended with a hug grin. "I love it!" He exclaimed. He turned to Kuk. "When do we start recording. Kuk laughed. "Hold your horses, Biebs." Justin pouted and handed me back the book. "But this is the first song I'm releasing in a couple weeks to announce the end of my break! I can't hold anything!" He shouted, throwing his arms in the air.

My heart fluttered at his excitement. His eyes lost all traces of tiredness and now his hazels eyes were burning with passion. It was like he was a totally different person in the studio. One who was less of a child and more of a determined worker. I walked up to Kuk and rested my arm on his shoulder. "Alright. Alright. Let's begin Kuk before Justin explodes from anticipation." I joked, winking at Justin. He smirked at me and walked past me to get into booth, but not without brushing his hand over mine. I felt goosebumps on my arm and I walked over to Jenkins, staring at Justin through the glass soundproof window.

He put on the headphones and gave Kuk the thumbs up. Kuk pressed play on the instrumental version of the song. We made up the music about two weeks ago and now we're back to record the actual lyrics. Justin started bobbing his head to the beat and moved closer to the mic. He started to sing and I felt my heart melt. People always criticized his music, but when he's in the booth, he sings his heart out, putting all different techniques into the song, as if he was trying to impress anyone who was going to listen to it.

We went through different riffs and pockets. Now, it was my turn. I'll admit I was nervous. Justin walked out and this time, he gave me a wink. I blushed and walked into the booth. I put on the same headphones and released a nervous sigh. Justin heard it and looked at me confused. He walked up to the glass. "You okay?" He asked. I looked down. What if he doesn't like it? What if I mess up too many times? "Don't worry about it." I shot my head up and saw Justin giving me a warm smile. "Don't think you have to impress me or anything. This is our song. If there is a pocket or a note you can't get, we'll work it out." I blushed as he said that, especially at the fact that he called it OUR song. I looked down again. I shook my head, shaking all bad thoughts out of my head. I walked up to the mic and gave Kuk an 'ok' hand sign. The music started to fill my head. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the music and I opened my mouth to sing.

After about an hour, I was done. I gave out another sigh and took the headphones off my head. I walked out of the booth and was greeted by another one of Justin's hugs. "That was incredible." He whispered in my ear. I blushed and thanked him. Kuk then spoke up. "Alright you guys. That's enough for today. We'll continue this next week?" He asked Scooter. Scooter looked at me and Justin and we both looked at each other and nodded. "Alright then, it's settled."

We said our goodbyes and Justin and I walked out together. "Hey, I say we go celebrate." Justin spoke up. "Where to?" I asked. Justin put a finger to his chin, thinking. "Hm, I don't know...someplace romantic, maybe?" He said winking at me. I rolled my eyes. "Are you asking me out on a date?" He frowned, blushing. "M-maybe." He stuttered. I giggled. "Well, maybe you have to win me over." I said proudly, lifting my chin up and walking in front of him. He caught up and raised in an eyebrow. "What? A song wasn't enough?" I stopped and turned to look at him. "Oh, you mean OUR song?" He smiled and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. "Yea...OUR song." I smiled back at him and together we walked to god knows which restaurant.