Tension

Everything Starts From Something

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It was gloomy in California. Again.

There was only one reason why.

The weather must go with how shitty I was feeling lately.

"Hi, I'm Justin Bieber and I'm your average popstar. Scratch that, nothing about my life is normal. Ever. It wasn't always like this though. It all started with that video I uploaded."

And the rest is history.

I was sitting on a couch in the Sunset Tower Hotel. Waiting for my ride to arrive. It makes it difficult to take the front way out most of the time.

I could hear my fans, screaming and trying so hard to get in. No matter where I am. They always find me. As much as I wish they could all see me. It would be too hectic.

"Justin." It was one of my bodyguards, coming toward me. "They've found a back entrance you can take, but it won't be too long before everyone sees where you're going. So we have to hurry."

I looked at him, then behind him, at all my adoring fans. "How come I can't take the front way and get some pictures in with my Beliebers? I always like to do that" I asked quietly.

He looked at me and shrugged. He called my ride to the front and so it was done. Before I knew it, I was standing up and walking outside, bodyguards on each side.

"Justin, over here! Please we've been waiting for hours."

"Justin, over here, please!"

"One picture, please, Justin."

My head felt heavy. Sometimes this screaming for me was a bit much.

I headed over to the crowd. They were holding their phones out, taking pictures of me and asking if we could take a picture together.

My head felt like it was spinning.

Picture after picture. I didn't feel well.

"Justin, the picture came out blurry."

"Can we take another, I blinked."

I heard one girl, talking to her friend. Her comment seemed a little rude. Her attitude was noticeable.

"What is wrong with him today, why is he acting like he doesn't want to see us?"

Her friend replied back, "Maybe he's just tired. He stays pretty busy."

I was done taking pictures. I got into the vehicle waiting for me.

I love my fans. They're family and made me who I am today.

I dozed off.

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I was awoken by Scooter.

We were at the airport. I had to take a private airplane, because I caused too much of a commotion on a public plane.

"Hey Justin, you feeling alright?"

I looked at him. I didn't answer. I just boarded the plane.

We were headed to Miami.

I was going to release my album soon.

"Justin, are you okay?"

It was Scooter again.

"Yeah, man, I'm fine."

That's all I said before I fell asleep again.

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