Shawna's POV
"Maybe you can change me," Justin sang to the melody of his new song. "Maybe you could be the light that opens up my eyes. Makes all my wrongs right, change me."
I didn't realize I had been crying, but I quickly wiped my tears so no one could see. Scooter, Alfredo and Pattie were with us. After he finished we all clapped.
"That was great!" Scooter pressed a button on the soundboard so Justin could hear him.
"Can I take a break?" Justin asked, breathless.
"Yeah, go for it." Scooter said.
He took off the big headphones from around his neck and hung them on the microphone stand. He stepped out of the recording booth and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge. He sat down next to me on the leather couch.
"How'd it sound babe?" He asked.
"It was amazing." I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"You think so?" He asked.
"Oh definitely."
"Can we have some privacy for a second?" Justin asked them.
All three of them left the room.
"That song was about you." Justin said quietly.
"I know."
"It was about the weed incident."
"Justin it was two weeks ago, we've moved on from that. Let's just focus on the last few shows for Believe and our new music and the wedding and my tour. We have plenty to do."
"I know baby," he kissed my head and held his lips there for a few seconds. "But I'm just hoping you're here for me when I need you. You know like whenever I fall, I hope you're here to pick me up."
"Justin," I looked at him. "I will ALWAYS be here for you. Always always always. This ring is not only a commitment but a promise. I love you so much Justin."
"I love you too, i don't know what I'd do without you."
"Come back in guys!" I shouted.
Everyone came back in and Justin got back to work. About two hours later we went back to the hotel, we had to get ready for the show in Tennessee.
Justin and I held hands as we walked to the suite and paparazzi of course took his pictures, but these guys were different. They shouted terrible things to him.
"GO BACK TO CANADA!" was all I could hear but there were multiple shouts.
I could feel Justin tensing up and I knew it wasn't going to end well. Scooter and Kenny tried to push through the crowd while Alfredo and Pattie were trying to hide us. Justin's hand squeezed mine so tightly I knew it was purple. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain. We eventually got through but Justin was so mad and his facial expression scared me.
Once we were inside he loosened his grip. I let go and shook out my hand, which was throbbing.
"Did I hurt you?" Justin asked.
I examined my hand and saw nail marks on the top and it was bruised already, "uh yeah, but it's fine."
"Baby I'm sorry." He grabbed my hand gently and looked at it.
"Ow Justin," I pulled away. "I'll just ice it." I walked past him.
When I got up to the suite I grabbed some ice out of the freezer and placed it on my hand.
"What happened?" Scooter asked.
"Justin squeezed my hand really hard."
"Let me see." He removed the ice wrapped in a towel from my hand. It was swollen and black and blue and bleeding.
