Found this in my documents, apparently I started writing a Justin Bieber one shot a while back!
I'm off school sick and found this whilst i was sorting out my documents. So I thought i'd post it. Enjoy?
Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place, walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face.
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you.
“Justin! Justin! Where are you going?”
“Don’t you have a meet and greet to go to?”
“Can we have a photo?
“Can we interview you?”
The words span round his head, as he was walking down the busy high street of Atlanta city, knocking his brain into over-drive. The young seventeen-year-old superstar ignored the pestering screams and begs of the low-life paparazzi. He was better than them. Give them what they need, they’ll only want more. And more. And more. He wouldn’t give them that gratification of knowing that they could have anything they ask for.
“You’re so fake. Come back into the music industry when you can grow some balls and actually act like a real person!”
Hundreds of random people were now swarming the young boy; he was trapped. Every angle, every inch, there was someone there. He couldn’t escape. Justin turned around in a full circle, breathing heavily. He let the words sink in to his brain. Scarring him. Tearing him apart. He couldn’t do this anymore.
“You suck!”
“Grow some balls.”
“Why are you even alive? Go kill yourself. No one even likes you.”
Justin raised his hands to his hair; pulling and tugging at the golden locks as he slammed his eyes shut and looked down. He was breathing even more now, one-thing paparazzi seem to forget was that Justin was incredibly claustrophobic. Not the best quality to have when you’re the most talked about celebrity on the planet, huh?
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like I said, no where near finished but I wanted to post this instead of having it lying around all year round. I like my description parts. I don't even remember writing this so.. ta-dah!
Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place, walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face.
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you.
“Justin! Justin! Where are you going?”
“Don’t you have a meet and greet to go to?”
“Can we have a photo?
“Can we interview you?”
The words span round his head, as he was walking down the busy high street of Atlanta city, knocking his brain into over-drive. The young seventeen-year-old superstar ignored the pestering screams and begs of the low-life paparazzi. He was better than them. Give them what they need, they’ll only want more. And more. And more. He wouldn’t give them that gratification of knowing that they could have anything they ask for.
“You’re so fake. Come back into the music industry when you can grow some balls and actually act like a real person!”
Hundreds of random people were now swarming the young boy; he was trapped. Every angle, every inch, there was someone there. He couldn’t escape. Justin turned around in a full circle, breathing heavily. He let the words sink in to his brain. Scarring him. Tearing him apart. He couldn’t do this anymore.
“You suck!”
“Grow some balls.”
“Why are you even alive? Go kill yourself. No one even likes you.”
Justin raised his hands to his hair; pulling and tugging at the golden locks as he slammed his eyes shut and looked down. He was breathing even more now, one-thing paparazzi seem to forget was that Justin was incredibly claustrophobic. Not the best quality to have when you’re the most talked about celebrity on the planet, huh?
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like I said, no where near finished but I wanted to post this instead of having it lying around all year round. I like my description parts. I don't even remember writing this so.. ta-dah!