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Title artwork by Rachel H.


Monday, May 5, 2014

Tessa P. 4 R

                                      I GOT THE BIEBER FEVER 
                                           
It was August 17, 2013. I was waiting to get into a Justin Bieber concert, my legs felt like jelly and I was wishing my mom and I could have come to the concert way earlier so we wouldn’t have to wait in this extended line for hours. I started to wobble and my legs were about to give way. I was annoyed as I was listening to all the chit chat that young girls were making while waiting in line behind me. It was finally my turn to show my tickets to the security guards, and that turned my frown into a smile. However, when they said “We so are sorry but you cannot bring your poster into the concert,” that made my mouth drop down into a frown once again. I looked to the side and saw thousands of posters in the garbage and more posters on a table! “Look at all those posters!” my mom said with shock. “Oh those aren’t all the posters,” the security guard said, “There are tons of others outside in the garbage.” The guard was laughing and that got on my last nerve. With tears in my eyes I asked my mom if I could take a couple of pictures with my poster before we threw it out, and her response was “of course.” So when I was done taking my pictures I noticed a skinny middle aged woman, with long fuzzy orange hair wearing a shirt that had pink flowers and light blue skinny jeans, was watching me. A couple seconds later she came up to me and said “Let me see your poster.” “Okay.” I said. “Did you work hard on it?” “Yes.” I responded. “If you give me your poster to keep, I swear Justin will see this.” she said. “How do you know he’ll see it?” I questioned. “I’m Justin Bieber’s hair stylist’s mom.”
My jaw dropped open as far down as you could imagine and I thought, oh my gosh, Justin Bieber is actually going to have my poster. Then she said “Let me see your tickets.” I didn’t give the tickets to her but I held them out so she could see what row we were sitting in. Then the lady said “I have been giving out some front row tickets,” she paused, and I grew a grin on my face. “These tickets are yours!” and she put a smile on her face also. I instantly started crying with joy and couldn’t even say thank you! While I was still sobbing and jumping up and down the lady said “The only thing is you have to give me your tickets, I give you my front row ones, and I’ll give your tickets to someone who doesn’t have any tickets. “Deal!” my mom said because I couldn’t. Now here comes the good part. I walked into the stadium with my mom while Hot Chelle Ray was performing “Tonight Tonight” and tons of other songs. When the band was done performing there were technical difficulties so my mom and I had to wait awhile. Sitting in my seat with my heart still pounding rapidly after all the madness Hot Chelle Ray spread with the crowd. I started to glance around with a little bit of boredom but a lot of excitement seeing how far down in the stadium I was. I sighed while wondering if Justin Bieber would ever come on stage.
 The funny thing is my sister and her friend, who is a Justin Bieber fanatic, was at the concert too. But I’m a bigger fan than her. Anyway, my mom sent a picture to my sister of the stage in front of us with a text underneath the picture that said look down by the stage that’s in my picture, and they did. When they spotted us their jaws dropped open like mine did when I found out that the girl who gave me the tickets was Justin Bieber hairstylist’s mom. We waved with laughter just to make them jealous. They gave us a mean smile and they couldn’t believe it. An hour later the lights dimmed and it finally became pitch black, the screen turned on and all that showed was a man talking to us. The screen opened and there was the magnificent Justin Bieber I rushed up out of my seat to the gate, my mom was yelling “stay there” because I left her behind. “How could I not!” I replied. Justin was on strings with I think plastic wings soring down to the stage right in front of my tiny little face. Girls were rushing behind me. My mom was scared because I was this tiny little thing in front of these teenaged girls. The opening song was “All Around The World” featuring Luda Chris. Justin touched my hand several of times, and I touched his back up dancer. When Justin started singing slow songs like “Everything’s going to be Alright” or “Catching Feelings,” everybody took out their phones, turned their light on, and waved their hands side to side with their phone in their hand.
When Justin sung songs I love, I started crying, a lot. But that doesn’t mean anything at all because I was crying throughout the whole concert.

His last song was “Believe” because that is the name of his album. He was playing the piano and singing at the same time! His dancers were wearing all white. There were fireworks shooting up and the whole crowd was stunned. When he finished his closing song him and his backup dancers came up to me and did and amazing dance move and bowed. He introduced his band also. Danny who is his guitarist played the guitar surprisingly very well behind his back! Finally the lights came on and I couldn’t move. My mom was laughing to death and made me take a seat for a couple of minutes.    After all that night was definitely the most stimulating night of my life.