Justin's Point of View:

I was awaken by the bright sunlight coming from the hotel window. My eyes fluttered open and my vision started to focus. The white ceiling was the first thing that greeted my eyes. My hand automatically went up to rub the sleep off my eyes before I pulled myself out of bed and into the shower.

"Justin!" I came out with a towel around my waist to get the door.

I walked toward it slowly and looked into the little hole to see who was outside. My mother.

"Morning." I opened the door and left to go get some clothes.

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked and took a seat on the bed.

"10?" I replied after pulling my sweat pants over my boxer and walked to the bathroom to blow dry my hair.

"You're late."

"For what?" I shouted over the hair dryer.

"Conference! Now hurry up!" She went into my suitcase to pull out a shirt that I didn't have in plan of wearing.

When I walked out she came and went on her tippy toes to pull the shirt over my head. I stopped her from pulling it down into places and took it off. I walked over to my bag and stuffed it back in and pulled out a black v-neck.

"You can't go to an interview looking like you just got up!"

"But I did just get up. And like girls care." I said grumpily.

"Justin! Be positive."

"Mom, I'm tired."

"What time did you sleep at?"

"Not that kind. I'm tired of not getting to go out and enjoy the sun, play basketball, have fun."

"Justin, not again. We went through this. This is the life you picked."

"I know. I love my fans. But why do I have to go to interviews? They just want me to go on that stage and shake what you gave me."

"HAHAH! You're a guy, what do you have to shake?"

"Whatever." I said and my hand went up to pull my hair into place.

"Pattie, limo's here." I heard Kenny's voice at the door.

"Fine. I'll change. Give me 10 minutes."

"You have 5. Hurry up." My mom said before waking out to let me change.

I hit my bed and let out a groan. I don't want to go through an interview! All they do is ask the same questions again and again. Do they not watch other interviews I've been through before making their questions? It's always "Do you have a girlfriend? Are you and Selena Gomez dating?" Fuck, does Selena and I have to release a fucking sex tape for them to get the hint? Even then they would probably say that we're just friends with benefit until I actually look into the camera and say "Selena, I love you. Yes, we are dating."

I closed my eyes for a second and let the blackness consume me until I heard another knock on the door.

"WHAT?" I screamed.

"Justin, are you done yet?" I heard Kenny's voice again.

"Yeah. I'll be out in a bit." I replied and pulled my worn out body off the bed.

I opened the door to see Kenny dressed casually. I walked out with my beats in my hands and my phones.

"You didn't change." My mom's tone sounded accusing.

"I don't need to." I replied before pulling my headphones to cover my ears.

I was sitting in the car ride waiting to come to my destination. I got bored of just looking outside the window so I opened my YouTube and searched videos. I came across a girl singing a cover of A Year Without Rain. She has a cute face. Very pretty. Her hair wasn't that long, it was a dark brown color. Her voice sounded better than Selena's in my opinion. Of course she didn't hit every note perfectly but Selena's was auto tuned anyways.

"Who's that?" My mom asked looking over my shoulder.

"Idunno." I replied truthfully.

We arrived at our destination when the song finished. I kept her video playing on YouTube to listen to her sing. All I heard was her voice coming from my headphones. Nothing else.

I felt a tap on my shoulder when I got into the building.

"Take off your earphones." My mom instructed.

I did as I was told but kept them around my neck. And so the interview began with the same questions.

"Are you dating Selena?" "She's cool."

I'm not technically lying considering we're not really dating. It's all for the public. Sure I may be breaking thousands of hearts but, it's a good chance to see who the real fans are. Scooter said it was also bringing me a lot of attention. Not like I didn't get enough. Whatever, he's the business man here.

When it ended I left to go outside. More like the hallways to go to the washroom. When I came out I saw a girl on all four, crawling around. She has a nice ass.

"Hey, what are you looking for?" I came up behind her slowly.

"My earbud. It's gray." She said while still feeling around. I noticed that she had JustBeats in her hands.

"Are they these size?" I bent down next to her.

Then she turned around and my eyes widened. She was the girl that I just heard sang the cover on YouTube. Her eyes were also wide.

"Oh my.."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm Justin Bieber." I smiled.

"Yeah!" She smiled wide, showing her perfectly straight teeth.

"So, are they these size?" I asked taking out my own pair from my pocket.

"Uhm, yeah." She stuttered on her words.

"Here, take mine." I pulled out one side and held out my hand for her to take it.

"It's alright, they come with many other sizes I could use."

"No, take mine. I have extras after all." I scratched the back of my head with my free hand.

I did have extra after all. I could just phone in and ask them to send me some more earbuds for my own earphones.

"Thank you." She took them out of my hand.

I stood back up and helped her up. Her hand feels so soft in mine.