My World. A Justin Bieber Romance.

Chapter 4;

Auditions! 

          We had been in the car for an hour. The car has been reasonably quiet. I think Hannah was feeling the nervous too. I felt myself shaking, and I felt sick with nerves. This was a big thing, and if I got through, this could change my life forever, and if I didn't, I'd still see Justin. What if he thought I was ugly? Or, maybe he'll think I dance rubbish. This whole audition could just be an embarrassment. I quickly made a prayer that I wouldn't fall over, and I got through my dance without making any mistakes.

          "Um, Charlotte?" Hannah asked weakly, breaking the silence that had set in the car.

          "Yes?" My voice cracking a little. 

          "Say, you get through, and I don't.. what will we do?" She said nervously. My mind started to race, what would we do?

          "Why don't we make a deal? We only go, if we both get through?" I said, but knowing damn well that if Hannah got through and I didn't, I wouldn't let her miss the chance of being Justin's backup dancer.

          "Okay, that sounds alright. But, I don't want to make you not go" She said, biting her lip.

          "That wont be happening"

          I suddenly felt even more scared. Was her routine better than mine? I came up with most of it, but did it flow better? What happens if she wants to go on without me?

          My thoughts were disturbed as Ms Brighton turned the loud engine to a close, and I looked out the window. 2 hours early or not, I could see a massive queue. I'd never actually seen this many people in my life! People had even camped out, I could see a load of caravans, and tents too. Jeez, Beliebers really went all out... huh? We stepped out of the car, wearing our casual clothes, but holding a bag each of our sparkly things. I just hope he'll spot us out of all these people...

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going in.

          I was standing next to Hannah, my whole body shaking. If I was honest, we looked great in our outfits. I had put my hair into lose curls, and my green eyes matched my outfit perfectly. We stood behind these big, black doors. It wasn't till a man came up to us, and told Hannah she was to go in that my nervous got worse.

          She squeezed my hand, and walked in. I watched her go. About now, she'd be saying her name to Justin. I looked down at myself, checking I was okay for the hundredth time. A big label was saying my number across my chest; 602456. I jumped a little when Hannah's loud, familiar music started. A minute and a bit in, the music faded out, and all I could hear was claps, and some more muffled talking. Then I looked up at the guy at the door, and he nodded at me.

          I took a few deep breaths to steady my nerves, but my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I was going to remember this day for the rest of my life. I was going to meet Justin Bieber. This was every Beliebers dream. I shook my head and pretended that I was shaking off the nerves. I needed to dance the best I could, and hopefully I could see Justin more. If this went well, I could see him every day for four months. I was going to pretend I wasn't a die hard belieber, and take my dance seriously. One more deep breath, and I pushed the big doors open. 

          I took a few nervous steps through the doors, and there sat at a long table was Jeremy Bieber, Pattie Malete, Ryan Good, and there, in the middle sat Justin Bieber. He took my breath away, his golden hair flicked to one side, showing all the layers, but his head was turned, laughing at something with Ryan.

          My heart stopped a little, but my legs carried on walking to the middle of the floor, marked with an 'x'. I had to do this. I had to do the best I could.

          "Hiya Darling, would you mind just telling us your name?" Pattie said, politely and sympathetic. She could tell I was nervous, I think most people would be nervous though. Dancing for everything you've ever wanted into your biggest idol and his family was pretty nerve wracking.

          "I'm Charlotte Brooks" I said, and thanked God that I managed to speak without fainting, although I felt dizzy.

          Justin snapped his head round, and looked at me. His eyes grew a little wider, which made me giggle a little and feel a bit more confident. He had big golden brown eyes, and he didn't take his orbs off me, which felt weird, seeing as I kissed posters of him every morning.

          "Hi" He said, with a little nod. Internally I squealed like a little girl. He said 'hi' to me.

          "Hello" I replied, my voice still shaking a little because I was talking to the Justin Bieber. I felt like I could faint. My idol was speaking to me.

          "Start when your ready, beautiful." His soft voice spoke. 

          My head exploded. Beautiful. He called me beautiful?! How the hell could I not cry right now, after he called me beautiful. I already knew that as soon as I got home, I'd change my name to 'he called me beautiful' and cry every time I saw it. When the music started though, I came out of my dazed mind, and snapped into my routine. It was like something in me clicked, and I knew I needed to do this. I didn't feel nervous anymore. I felt confident when I heard the familiar track and the routine came out stronger than ever. When the music faded, I was disappointed I had to stop, but each one of them stood up, and clapped me loud. Tears ran down my face of happiness. I thanked them all, and left through another set of doors.

          Even if I didn't make it through, my dream had just come true. 

          I had met Justin Bieber, he called me beautiful, then gave me a standing ovation. What more could I ever want?