This is just a random blurb of thought I had while watching Justin Bieber videos. Enjoy... Or not. :D
I may or may not write a chapter 2, because there are some thoughts of that bubbling in my head. Depends on the reviews... if I get any. So if you're reading this, review!
Justin sat down on the overly stuffed yellow couch. He'd been too eager in going out in a blonde wig and sunglasses disguise (it made him feel like a secret agent), that he forgot to check the time before he left. He took off his sunglasses and sat in the waiting room of the dentist's office. The only sounds heard were the receptionist clicking on her keyboard, a muffled buzzing of dentist tools in the other rooms, and a TV's whose volume was turned way too down to barely hear anything properly. The girl sitting on the couch across was watching the TV, obviously out of boredom, and nothing else to do. Justin squinted and strained to make out what was on TV. It was Justin himself on TV, performing in a concert in NY. He was singing his first single, "One Time" with a bunch of corny dancers in the background. Justin grinned to himself, and turned away. He started playing with his sunglasses and started watching the receptionist instead.
"It's sad, isn't it?" the girl called out, eyes never leaving the TV screen.
"Uh… What is?" Justin replied. He looked around, half unsure the girl was even talking to him.
"The guy. Justin Bieber. Everyone thinks he's just some lame teen wannabe who hasn't hit puberty yet. I don't blame them. But have you ever watched his old YouTube videos? He's really amazing at singing."
"Really?" Justin faked. Half-amused at what this girl had just said. Did he really sound like that in his songs?
"Yes. It's just that they Hollywood-ized his songs too much when they officially recorded them. His vocal ability is just drowing in Bubble-gum. If you know what I mean. He sounds so nice and sweet when there's no random sounds coming out everywhere. It's such a waste."
"Huh." Justin thought about that. It was true, Justin wasn't that into how the songs ended up, but really, what did it matter? He was sure those guys knew what they were doing. So he just kept silent and let them do whatever. "So you think he'd sounds better if his songs were more… acoustic?"
"Yeah. None of that Usher crap. I mean, why did he even go with him? He should have gone with Justin Timberlake. His voice isn't even suited for that kind of music." (A/N: I have nothing against Usher. I just think that Justin sounds too much like he's trying to be like a cool black guy in his songs. Yanno?)
"Hmm. Maybe, one day. Maybe one day someone will get around to telling him that, and maybe one day he'll switch record labels, or maybe even form his own one when he gets older. Maybe then, he'll start recording some better songs. You never know."
"But all the teen girls are already dying for him and his songs. Why would he change from that?"
"Why would anyone choose to stay and sing "bubble-gum crap?"" The girl turned and flashed him a smile. She had dimples, he noticed, and perfect teeth. He wondered why she was even at a dentist. "What's your name anyways?"
"Danny." She said, absent-mindedly, "For Danielle." She squinted and stared at Justin as if trying to figure something out. "And you look somehow familiar. Don't tell me your name. I'll guess it." She stared at him some more, and said, "Do you go to Franklin High?"
"Uh, no. I'm-"
"NODONTTELLME." She said, waving her arms around wildly, immediately trying to stop him. She mused some more. "Swim class?"
"No."
"Kindergarten? Mrs. Georgia?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Did you ever live in Texas?"
"No."
"Chicago?"
"No."
"Japan?"
"What?"
"Never Mind." There was another pause, and they sat in silence again, listening to the clicking receptionist.
"Do... you need a hint?" He said trying to break the awkwardness that only he felt.
"No, no. I can figure it out. Just gimme a few more seconds." Danny waved him off, obviously still concentrating.
"Actually, well, I'm-"
"Justin, Dr. A is ready for you." The receptionist called out, cutting him off mid-sentence
"Well," Justin got up and cleared his throat, as the girl was still deep in thought, "that's me."
"Oh. That's you? Justin…" Danny started repeating "Justin" in her head over and over again trying to remember when and where in her life she had seen him before.
"Well, uh, see ya 'round." He said, walking away, smirking. By the time Danny gasped out loud and her head jumped up in realization, Justin Bieber was already gone through to the other side of the doors.
