"MOM! Why do I have to go? I don't even like your stupid job." I crossed my arms over my chest. Mom chuckled, shaking her head as she took in what I was wearing. A black t-shirt and ripped black skinny jeans, with my old beat up black converse, and long reddish hair. I was often described as pixyish, because of my small Pixy like face and petite body. But don't let that fool you. I play tackle foot ball with my brothers nearly every day of the summer, and I almost always win.
"Couldn't you have at least dressed nicely? This is important, that Justin Beiber kid is going to be singing tonight." Yet another reason for me to jump out of the car. I thought. This was going to be along night. I looked at my brother Jon, he rolled his eyes. We both hated the guy. But my best friend Justine was obsessed. So I still knew like all the words in the songs.
On my other side Justine was bouncing up and down in her seat. She had begged me to bring her when she heard that Justin Beiber was performing. I had rolled my eyes as she was on her knees and nodded; now I was having second thoughts.
"Aww, come on Schuler. At least try to have fun wont you?" I rolled my eyes at my mom. She knew that I hated going to functions like this…last time I had spilled guacamole on the perverted son of the boss. Oops. I wasn't going to stand there and let him feel me up! What was I supposed to do?
In the distance the building was glowing with the lights and stage hands running around in a flurry. I climbed out of my car with Justine bouncing ahead of me. She was gone in seconds, I pulled my Ipod out of my back pocket making sure that I had full battery power for tonight, if I didn't I wouldn't have survived that night. I knew that he was only singing a few songs but that was too much for me. I mean sure he had an okay voice but who wants to hear that all the time? Apparently Justine.
My brothers Jon, and Mike dragged me towards the building as I tried to make a run for it. Mike and Jon laughed at my attempts to get away. Needless to say I failed. Le sigh.
My mom works for this recording company, she just started as an assistant for the head honcho. She was supposedly really important. So it was important for her kids to be there at the functions and fundraisers. But I knew that there was something that she wasn't telling me something. I knew Sharon Ridgeway. And she was not that good at lying.
I found Justine in the stage area, still bouncing around like a super ball. I had no idea how I was going to control her tonight. She was like…crazy…when ever she heard about Justin Beiber. I rolled my eyes. "Shuler! Aren't you excited?" Justine chirped. Her long black hair falling in waves to the middle of her back, her pale blue eyes shone with excitement. I couldn't help but smile. She was so happy, I loved to see her like this. She was an orphan; she lived with her aunt and uncle so she was an outcast. Just like me. Because of my mom and dad. I wasn't like most other 14 year old girls. Whether it was my bitter sarcasm, or my closed off attitude, someone always found something wrong with me. But I didn't mind most of the time, I had my mom and my brothers. And now Justine too. So I was okay.
Mike bumped my shoulder, rousing me form my thoughts. I looked up at my brother, he looked a lot like our father. With sandy brown hair and almost black eyes, his strong jaw and tan skin. And now his eyes were locked on Justine who was bounding around in front of the stage. I smiled to myself, I had never really thought of my brother liking someone, but now seeing him watching Justine with that look of daze on his face; it should have been obvious. I smiled. "You wanted something?" I asked amused. He jumped about a mile out of his skin when he heard me speak.
"Uh, yeah-right. Mom wants you back stage." He said glancing down at me. I groaned knowing that she wanted me to do something. And that would probably ruin my entire night, which was already in a bad condition as a certain pop star was going to be singing. Mike watched me; trying not to smile and failing. "It can't be that bad, Shuler." He said dropping a heavy hand on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, and ducked out from under his hand.
"Whatever Mike. Just make sure she doesn't get in the way, okay?" I asked. He barley nodded. But I knew that he would be watching her for hours anyway. I walked off barley aware of where I was going. Before long I was standing in front of my mom. She barley looked at me before she swept me off to stand next to Jon.
"You two, stay here. Make sure the stage hands do what the supposed to." She handed me a headset. "This connects to Justin's earpiece. You are also watching for rabid fans." She looked at me, knowing I would have something to say. I only shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head. I didn't care, I would just be happy to get home tonight without having a pop star on my case. My mom sighed in relief, kissed my head and lead me over to where I would have to stand.
I had a whole view of the stage, so I could see all the fans waiting in the area in front of the stage. I could clearly see Justine bouncing around Mike at her side, looking like a kid in a candy store. I almost laughed, seeing them so happy and together was just too cute. It was almost sickening. I moved my attention else where, and sure enough there was some dipstick blonde from my school trying to persuade the guard to let her through to see Justin. I rolled my eyes and walked over.
"What's going on Grady?" I asked the guard. I skirted around him to see Michelle Vance glaring up at him. When she caught sight of me, her eyes widened.
"Why does Shuler Rosh get to be back stage?" Michelle whined batting her blue eyes at Grady. I nearly gagged. Who does that? I thought. It was disgusting, watching her bat her mascara caked eyelashes up at a man that was double her age of 15. Grady and I shared a look.
"Because my mom is the assistant to Mr. Howard. That's why. Now get lost!" Her eyes almost bugged out of her head, as she saw 2 big goons make their way to us. They caught her under the arms and escorted her to the door. But I knew that by Monday it would be all over school that my mom was in such a great position. I would have groupies by the end of the week. Great!
I high-fived Grady and turned on my heel. It was only a few minutes until the performance and I had to make sure everything was in order.
Five minutes later I had fixed a lighting glitch, Found a missing microphone, and escorted two more Beiber fans from the building. Now all we could do was wait for the show to be over. As the lights went down I listened to the crackle in my ear, announcing that Justin was on the other end. "In five-four-three-two-one, go." I said into the headset.
Justin Beiber walked onto the stage from the opposite side; graciously accepting the applause and lifting the mike to sing his first song.
Oh,oh,oh
I never thought'd be easy
'Cause we're both so distant now
And the walls are closing in on us
And we're wondering how
No one has a solid answer
But just walking in the dark
And you can see the look on my face
It just tears me apart
So we fight through the hurt
(So we fight through the hurt)
And we cry and cry and cry and cry
And we live and we learn
(And we live and we learn)
And we try and try and try and try
So it's up to you, and it's up to me
That we meet in the middle on our way back down to earth
Down to earth, down to earth
On our was back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Mommy, you were always and some where
And Daddy, I live out of town
So tell me how could I ever be normal somehow
You tell me this is for the best
So tell me why am I in tears?
A world so far away and now I just need you here
So we fight through the hurt
(So we fight through the hurt)
And we cry and cry and cry and cry
And we live and we learn
(And we live and we learn)
And we try and try and try and try
So it's up to you, and it's up to me
That we meet in the middle on our way back down to earth
Down to earth, down to earth
On our way back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
We fell so far away from where we used to be
Now we're standing and where do we go
When there's no road to get to your heart?
Let's start over again
So it's up to me, and it's up to you
That we meet in the middle on our way back down to earth
Down to earth, down to earth
On our way back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
Back down to earth, back down to earth
I never thought that it'd be easy
'Cause were both so distant now
And the walls are closing in on us
And we're wondering how…
As the song came to an end, the crowd burst into cheers. His annoying face smiled and his annoying brown eyes lit up. Ugh, I hate him!
He sang a total of 4 more songs, One time, One less lonely girl, Favorite girl, and That should be me. So after an hour of screaming fans and Security breaks, the performance was finally over. "Okay kid, say your goodbyes, we don't want the ego to grow any bigger," I smirked into the microphone. I heard him sigh, and reluctantly leave the stage.
Well, at least that's over. Yeah, that's what I thought.