J U S T I N

As we drove down to the rehearsal space, emblazoned on the side of a road was a huge billboard, it read: Justin Bieber World Tour. I couldn't help but smile, it had been 5 years since I'd been signed by Usher and my life had changed so much since then. I left Canada and moved to Atlanta, I'd record 4 multi-platinum albums and won 3 Grammys.

It was crazy to think I'd wanted to be a mechanic, I stared at the trees on the side of the road as they flew past. I was on the way to rehearse for my upcoming tour, it was all-new. I was really excited, I'd done loads of tours around the US, but for some reason, I had a good feeling about that one.

'Justin?' Scooter nudged me before exiting the vehicle.

I followed him into the building, it was buzzing, we walked past three dance studios. Scooter muttered something about going to find the manager to book the studio again before shuffling off. Each studio was blaring a different song with multiple dancers in each. Studio number 4 had a piece of paper with the words Justin Bieber's studio on it. Using my powerful skills of deduction, I guessed that it was my space.

I was about to walk in when I was the dancers inside, there was about 12 of them, they were all in formation. The door was closed, but I listened carefully to hear One Time playing. I smiled, it was one of my favourite songs. The group all danced fluidly to the song, moving carefully and skilfully on each beat.

Instead of looking through the pane of glass, I pushed open the door. The song came to an end and the last beat reverberated around the room.

'Hey guys,' I waved at them, 'you're great!' As I looked at the group, I realised I knew some of them from previous tours.

'Max, my man,' I smiled as I greeted the choreographer. He'd been choreographing my tours for 3 or four years, he was a great guy.

'Justin, it's great to see you. So far we've perfected three or four songs. Baby and One Less Lonely Girl are looking really good right now. Do you want to see them?' he asked, looking to me for my answer.

'Of course! Show me what you got guys!' I smiled.

Max walked over into the midst of the group 'I'm going to be you, so whatever I do, you'll be doing.' He said as he stepped into place and the music started up.

They all looked great as they danced, but there was one girl I couldn't take my eye off. As she danced, I was mesmerised, she was amazing, truly a brilliant dancer. Her long brown, curly hair whipped around as twirled.

'So, what do you think?' Max asked, breathing heavily and reaching for his water bottle.

My mouth fell open, 'its… amazing!' I said, and all of their faces broke out into smiles.

'You want to give it a go?' He didn't even get a chance to finish what he was saying before I answered, agreeing with him.

He quickly taught me the steps while the other dancers had some time for lunch and on their return, we all practised together.

'1, 2, 3, 4!' Max counted as we danced, without the music, the only sounds being the taps of everyone's sneakers against the floor.

At one point during the dance for Baby, I had to spin The Pretty Girl – as I'd dubbed her- around and then dip her down, close to the floor.

It was all going well, until the last time we practised, I spun her around, as planned and instead of catching her before she hit the floor…I didn't.

I kneeled down quickly 'Oh my God, are you okay?'

She smiled up at me, 'of course, my butt hurts a little, but I'm alright.'

'I'm so sorry…' I paused because I didn't know her name.

'Olivia.'

'Olivia…' I said, letting the name ferment on my tongue, my mouth shaping around the word.

She nodded in confirmation. I helped her back onto her feet. 'Why thank you, Justin.'

'No problem, Olivia' I grinned at her.