Confused?...... (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 32

Justin's P.O.V.

"Leaving in ten"! Alfredo shouted through the door of the hotel room. I met him a while back when Scooter started to develop the tour, Alfredo was there from the beginning helping and pushing Scooter to get things done. Now he's like a brother to me it's great to have someone like him around while your touring the world. He's the type of person to keep a smile on your face. But boy does he get on my nerves. For starters he is always in a hurry, i don't think my name ever comes out of his mouth unless he's screaming at me to get going.

We had to drive to the arena and get everything situated before the concert later this afternoon, let me tell you Miami is one crazy city so I expect the concert to be wild. But Alfredo should take it down a notch we got so much time on our hands and he needs to get off my back and let me breathe. He has been yapping at me all day and I'm just about ready to snap.

I grabbed the remote turning the tv off. Might as well attempt to get ready so I can please this man. I've been so crammed with things to do this past week it has been insane. Dealing with this whole tour thing plus having Scooter yelling orders can get a bit overwhelming. Oh not to mention only getting minutes of free time and if I'm really lucky we can try to squez in a hour or more at times.

I quickly brushed my fingers through my hair, if it needed fixed it could be fixed before I go on stage. Basically I get ready at the arena so I don't know what Fredo is so tense about. The clothes seemed appropriate just the usual jeans and a tshirt. A quick fix up in the mirror and I was ready. I grabbed my phone off of the bed and put on a pair of vans. Making sure i had the room key. I shut the door.

Fredo was standing in the hallway along with a few security guards they're all about keeping me safe but i mean are my fans really going to hurt me? No but saftey first right? I patted one of the men on the shoulder as they followed me out.

"Be prepared for lights Justin, it's a nut house out there". Fredo said as he walked in front of me.

The crowds have been getting bigger and bigger, the bigger the crowd the more paparazzi wanted to get in on that shit. They are a spreading disease and it only gets worse. Which isn't so great on my part, at times I get really clausterphobic and can't take it but its not like those dicks will turn me into something I'm not.

The guards in front of me pushed open the glass door, imediatley the  screaming and flashing began. I threw my hand over my eyes trying to block out some of the light. I waved with the other smiling at a few fans on my way to the car. I would have loved to stop but sometimes the guards scream at me telling me to keep moving. Like damn if I want to stop I'll stop. I rolled my eyes opening the door to the car sliding in the back.

This week the car has been a hot spot. Girls jump on it from left to right looking like their superglued to the sides of the doors. Sometimes they need to understand that I want them to be the safest they can around large crowds, and latching onto the car isn't the best idea. Luckily the girls moved away once we began to move, which I'm thankful for. But you better believe that paparazzi jump into their cars and chase us. It's a never ending cycle with them.

Oh buts it's the usual, long lines of traffic followed by the black vans or cars of paparazzi following closley by mine. Damn do you have to be that far up my ass. I'm as normal as the next guy, the only thing different is i woke up one morning realizing that i wanted to sing and I had the voice for it. Other than that I'm normal.

I'm as normal as that old man sitting beside us in his car waiting for the stop light to change. Maybe he has a hidden talent, but do you think he's bothered no! Or maybe I'm just like that teenage boy skating down the street. I used to grab my board and go skateboarding for hours with Ryan and Chaz. Everyone needs to realize that I'm the same as anyone else, I just have a hectic schedule.