**Disclaimer: I do not own Justin Bieber, obviously. Or any other real places, people, or songs. But I do own Savannah, and all other fictional people in this story :).**
A Fresh Start...Or not.
CHAPTER 1
***JUSTIN'S P.O.V.***
"JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN!" my fans all scream my name as I anxiously wait backstage. I look at my manager Scooter who gives me a thumbs up before I run out onto the stage.
"What's up Memphis!" I yell out into the crowd, and every girl in the packed arena screams at a deafening volume. I smile and flick my hair which brings more screams. "I figured I would kick this off by singing U smile. Are you guys okay with that?" I am answered by a mixture of yes's and excited screams. The band starts to play and the words flow out of my mouth.
"Oh
Yeah
Mmmm
I'd wait on you forever and a day
Hand and foot
Your world is my world
Yeah
Ain't no way you're ever gon' get
Any less than you should
Cause baby
You smile I smile (oh)
Cause whenever
You smile I smile
Hey hey hey"
The lyrics sort of come out and everyone is singing along. When I first started singing the words to my songs really meant something to me, but now it's like I don't care anymore because I have sang them so much. Once the song is over I sing Baby, Never Let You Go, and One Time. By now sweat is dripping off my forehead and my throat is starting to ache from all the singing. I finish up the show with Never Say Never.
"Thanks for being such a great crowd, I think this is the best group I've had yet!" I say the same thing that I say after every concert and the fans, like always, go crazy. I blow a kiss out into the crowd and wave goodbye before heading backstage.
"God, I'm burning up, and this mic is itching so bad." I complain as the guy from sound crew tries to untangle the headset from my sweaty body. Once it's off I rush to my dressing room and change into a random goo goo dolls t-shirt and some gray skinny jeans. I look into the mirror and wink at myself before I go out and try to find Scooter.
"Hey have you seen Scooter?" I ask some lady from stage crew.
"Um I believe I saw him at the snack table." I nod without saying thank you and run over to find Scooter stuffing his face with crab cakes.
"JB! What an AMAZING show bro!" I roll my eyes. Scooter tries to be my best friend and all it does is annoy the crap out of me.
"Whatever. So can we leave now? I NEED a shower." I say trying to ignore some girl who has a V.I.P necklace on.
"Um Justin?" she asks shakily. "C-can you sign my CD?" I glare at Scooter then turn around and give her the best smile I can muster up.
"Sure! I'd love too! Who do I make this out to?" I say with fake enthusiasm.
"Amanda." she eagerly says, and goes on to tell me about the way my music speaks to her heart yadda, yadda, blah, blah. I never really listen because they all say the same thing. It's always 'Oh Justin you are so hot!' or 'Oh Justin your music is amazing!'. Duh like I didn't already know that. I finish signing her My World 2.0 CD and take a picture with her before she finally leaves.
"Finally, I think my hand could fall off from all the autographs signings today." I say to myself. I follow Scooter to the stage's back exit and we sneak out to my limo where my mom Pattie is already waiting.
"Hey honey." she says as I jump into the seat next to her. "That was a great show!" she smiles. She tells me the same thing after every show and it gets old. Everyone around me is like a freaking robot.
"Whatever, I just want to get home." I say without emotion. She exchanges glances with Scooter and he shrugs.
"Justin.." she begins, but I cut her off.
"Look mom, I have had to put up with a bunch of screaming fans today and I would like some peace and quiet. Okay?" She looks down and doesn't say anything. Scooter glares at me and I roll my eyes at him. We finally get to the hotel and I jump out while scooter helps my mom out of the limo. Jim, my bodyguard meets me by the entrance and escorts me to my room. I feel like a freaking princess. Once I get to my suite Jim leaves without a word, and I swipe my card and go inside.
"Finally!" I yell to myself while running into the bathroom. The cold shower water runs down my body and cools me down. After about ten minutes I turn off the water and wrap a towel around my waist. When I walk back out into the living room area the last people I want to see are my manager, my mother, and Usher, who are sitting on one of the ugly white couches.
"God, don't I ever get some time to myself?" I yell while walking into my bedroom and slamming the door. A few seconds later some one knocks on the door.
"Justin honey we need to talk." My mother says in a stern voice.
"Can't I at least get dressed first?" I snap back.
"We'll be in the living room." She replies and I hear her footsteps trail off. I slide on my boxers and some black sweats and leave the towel on the ground for some one else to pick up. As I walk into the living room they all stop whispering and look at me.
"Have a seat." Scooter says, but I remain standing. No one tells me what to do, I mean I'm Justin Bieber for Christ's sake.
"See that is exactly what we need to talk about." my mother joins in.
"What? I can do what I want. Who brings in the cash again?" she is silent and I keep going, "That's right, I do."
"Justin. This behavior needs to stop. I am your mother." she argues.
"And I'm an international superstar," I snap back at her.
"That's it. I'm done." she says throwing her hands up in the air.
"Usher you tell him." Scooter says.
"Tell me what? What's going on?" I ask while finally taking a seat on a different couch.
"Looks Justin, this whole superstar thing has gotten to your head and we think you need a break." Usher begins.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask looking at each of their faces.
My mother picks up where he left off, "Your career is going to be put on hold, and we are going to enroll you in public school." For once I am silent. She continues, "We are tired of you treating everyone like crap so we are going to take away your perks of being famous for awhile and see how you like it."
"Yeah, sure. If you enroll me in public school it's not like anyone is going to treat me differently." I say smugly, another win by yours truly.
"Oh I bet they will..." scooter trails off.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter what you do with me, I don't care." I glare at all three of them and they exchange glances.
"We are leaving in the morning, so you better get some sleep." My mom says, ending the discussion.
"Whoa hold up. Tomorrow? What about the My World 2.0 tour? Its still has what, another two months to go?" I say trying to convince them that I needed to stay.
"Oh it's already been arranged. The tour has been put on hold and it will pick up when we feel necessary." Usher said matter of factly. They all stared at me as if they expected me to say something but all I did was walk back to my room, shut the door, turn off the lights, and get under the covers.