The Fame Game

1. The "Good" News.

"You needed to see me, Mary?" I asked, taking a seat on one of the two chairs infront of my manager, Mary's, desk.

"Yes Emma, as a matter of fact I did." Mary said, leaning back in her chair. Her usually curly red locks were straightened today, her blue eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You're going on tour with Justin Bieber."

I almost choked on my own spit. "I'm what?" I asked, in denial. This can't be happening. I hate Justin Bieber, Mary knows it too. He's just another stuck up celebrity that doesn't appreciate things.

"You're going on tour with Justin Bieber." Mary repeated, slower this time.

I gulped. "W-Why?" I asked. If there was any way to get out of this...trust me, I'd be going that way.

"Because, you have finished recording an album which means it's time for a tour." Mary stated, as if I was comepletly mental.

"Why with Justin?!" I complained.

"Because, Emma. You need more exposure. You target a different audience than Justin does. He targets young teenage girls. You, on the other hand, target young teenage boys." Mary began. Here we go again. Something is about to get explained, I can feel it. "Both of you could use a change in audience so you can bring in more record sales and publicity." Mary stated as if it were simple math. The problem is...I always failed math.

"Can I just go with someone else?" I begged.

"Absolutley not! The desicion is made, and what's done is done. This tour is a very crucial part of your carrerr!" Mary explained. "Besides, six months with teenage heart throb? Sounds exciting!"

I rolled my eyes. Of course Mary was excited about this, she planned it! "Alright, fine! When do I meet the devil?"

"Ouch!" I heard a deep voice say from the open doorway of Mary's office. I turned my head to locate who the voice belongs to. It belongs to none other than the dirty blonde pop sensation himself; Justin Bieber. "Not many people call me 'the devil'." He explains.

"Emma, this is Justin Bieber. Justin Bieber this is Emma Walden." Mary said, introducing us.

"How do you do?" Justin asked holding out his hand.

Reluctantly, I shook his hand out. Before I got the chance to pull away, his soft, pink lips were on my hand. Mental gag! Such a flirt. Like I said, just another unappreciative celebrity.

"You better get to know each other quick because we're leaving for tour tommorrow!" Mary announced.

I almost choked on my own spit for the second time today. "Tommorrow?!" I exclaimed. "That hardly gives me any time to say bye to friends."

"Yes tomorrow!" Marry exclaimed.

"See you on the tour bus, room mate." Justin said with a wink before exiting Mary's office.

GAG! Did he just say room mate?! And I have to live with this for six months?!

All of the sudden; I started feeling sorry for myself.

A/N: This is my first fanfic, so sorry if it sucks. This chapter isn't that exciting but I promise the next chapter will be. (: Please leave feedback and fan! (: Thanks -Rilee