Justin Bieber.
Twenty-four years old, and still the biggest celebrity out there. He wasn't that fifteen year old boy in the grey hoodie anymore. Nope. He was a man, a grown man. And time had been very good to him. Sharp, chiseled features, a deep, sexy voice, and a smile that could light up this whole town.
His fan base grew from only teenage girls to adult women after he turned eighteen.
He was still huge in the music business, and his fifth studio album had just been released.
That particular day, he'd finished another mind-blowing concert, and it was time for the meet-and-greet. "Let 'em in," Justin said. Kenny nodded and obediently strode across the room to the locked double doors, as Justin wiped the unattractive sweat off his forehead.
"JUSTIN!"
"OH MY GAWD!"
"HE'S SO HOT!"
The squeals and excited cries seemed to ring out at the same time as the mob of girls hurried into the room. Justin sat up in his uncomfortable wooden chair, an amused smile on his near-perfect face.
"Girls, c'mon now. Let's form a single file line," he said over the noise. The crowd parted like the red sea, as they tried to make a single file line, like he'd asked. Finally, the line was formed, stretching across every corner of the room and out the door. Justin smiled in satisfaction, as he pulled a black Sharpie marker from his back pocket. He used his teeth to take the cap off, then reached his hand out to the first girl in line. "Would you like an autograph?" he offered automatically. At this point in his career, he was plenty familiar with the whole meet-and-greet situation.
The girl, bless her soul, had tears streaming down her face as she walked up to Justin's table. "Could you pl-please sign m-my CD?" she asked timidly, her hands shaking like a baby's rattle as she handed Justin her CD.
"Of course, gorgeous," he said as he pulled her CD closer. No, Justin wasn't a pedophile. But it made him happy to see the young girl blush and giggle, wiping her tears away. He quickly scrawled his name across the front of her CD, then handed it back to her.
"Thank you so much," the girl gushed. She flashed a grin, her hands still trembling as she carried her CD with her out of the room. And the next girl stepped up to the table.
Justin took a picture with her.
And the next girl.
And he signed the next girl's CD, and her shirt.
Plus a picture.
You get the idea.
Justin was familiar with the meet-and-greet routine. It wasn't anything new, and he genuinely liked it. The girls' age range was from a baby girl to the baby girl's mom.
Many of the girls were around Justin's age. But was Justin interested in those women? No.
He'd had a taste of love already. He wasn't looking anymore. Why have the best thing, and then settle for less? Justin had experienced the most amazing love, and he'd let that girl go. She'd been amaz-
No, wait. We'll get to that later.
The meet-and-greet went on like usual. Crying fans, hysterical fans, fans who looked ready to pass out. Young and old, they came in excited, and left satisfied, with something autographed or just a picture for a memory.
It was near the end of the line where a young girl stood, a CD in hand for Justin Bieber to sign.
"Hey there," Justin said as he leaned over the table to peer down at the little girl. She looked to be about five years old. She had chocolate brown hair, tied up in twin pigtails on either side of her head. Her dark brown eyes were framed with long eyelashes, and her heart-shaped lips formed a precious, angelic smile. She didn't say a word as she stood on her tiptoes and pushed her CD onto the table surface.
Justin took the CD and pulled it to him to sign it. The whole time, his eyes kept darting up to see the little girl. She looked so familiar. Her eyes, her button nose, her eyebrows, even. But no. She couldn't be familiar. She was just a little girl.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" Justin asked her, as he pushed her CD back across the table towards her awaiting hands. Her fingernails were painted with sparkly pink nail polish, to match her pink Justin Bieber shirt. The bottom of her skirt was bedazzled with sparkly rhinestones, and she wore small pink converse shoes. She was precious.
"Sophie," the little girl chirped, her voice high-pitched, like a chipmunk's.
That name. So familiar.
"Nice to meet you, Sophie," Justin said slowly. Sophie didn't answer, as she held up a digital camera. Justin nodded and got down from his chair to take a picture with her. He held the camera at arms length and smiled wide, and Sophie stood beside him with a cheeky grin. Her grin looked familiar.
And then, when Justin handed Sophia back her camera, she turned her head and pecked his cheek, then skipped off to find her parent. Justin returned to his seat to tend to the rest of the meet-and-greet, but he couldn't help but wonder about Sophie.
"Momma!" Sophie squeaked, as she ran across the lobby to the woman waiting by the front doors of the concert venue. Instantly, a smile grew on the woman's face as she kneeled down to scoop up her daughter.
"How was it?" the woman asked, as Sophie wrapped her arms around her mother's neck.
"Good," Sophie said, holding her camera and CD up. "I got a autograph and a 'pitcher', Momma."
"Let me see, hun." Sophie nodded as she turned the camera to let her mother see the screen. The woman's heart broke a bit to see Sophie and Justin, wearing the same smile on their faces.
"You look great, honey," the woman said, kissing Sophie's cheek. "I'll print this picture out for you when we get home, alright?" Sophie nodded, satisfied. The woman kneeled down to let Sophie walk. She held her daughter's hand and led the way out the door.
"Momma," Sophie piped up. "Daddy's so nice."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm. But I made sure not to call him 'Daddy', just like you said."
"Good job, hun." And as Sophie went on and on to talk about meeting her daddy at his meet-and-greet, the young woman fought back tears as she left the building with her daughter.
Correction.
Hers and Justin Bieber's daughter.