"Thank you and goodnight!"
I waved to the crowd and ran off stage. Although I loved performing, and I loved all my fans, I was always relieved when a show was over. My mom gave me a big hug before I entered my dressing room. Usher was in there.
"AYY JB! That was a baller show homie!"
"Thanks Usher"
"Aiight why don't you grab all yo stuff and we'll bounce. We're heading to Los Angeles tomorrow"
"Aiight" I answered.
As he left the room I sat on my couch and looked in the mirror. Who am I? I asked myself. I was a successful and good looking teenage pop star. Why couldn't I find the one? I always look into the crowds when I perform, and I see all these girls I'd fuck but I wouldn't marry. Maybe it was because I was hung up on my little crush on usher. I've always had a crush on him since the 5th grade. His song "Yeah" really gets me going. Plus he's a really strong, good-looking black man. I'm attracted to power.
Was I gay? I had dated girls before, and I liked that too. But I've always been curious to what men had to offer me. Liking boys might be better because they know what I want. Was being bisexual a sin in God's eyes? I sat there for a while, reflecting upon my own reflection. I was yielding no answers. I got very frustrated and threw my stool at the mirror. I didn't care, because I knew I was a badass and that's what badasses do when they're frustrated.
I decided I needed change, a drastic change. I searched my dresser for scissors, and I found blue sparkly left handed ones. I ran back to the mirror, and stared at myself. I was getting lost in my own beautiful eyes until I remembered what I was going to do. I held my hair in one hand, the scissors in the other. And then I sni-
Then, in my fit of rage I hear this strange sound. It sounded like a dying cat, gasping for air.
Then something strange happened, a blue box appeared. A strange man walked out. He was wearing a weird suit with suspenders and a bowtie. His head was shaped like a shovel and resembled and Easter Island head. He seemed to lack eyebrows.
"Don't do it Bieber. It'll drastically change the world. We don't want that now do we?"
I stared at his slender body in amazement. I was diggin what I was seeing.
"Who are are you?" I asked.
He said "I'm the doctah, come with me"
I didn't care where he was taking me, as long as I could get away from myself and the reflection in the mirror.