There are only two people to blame in this situation: myself, and Justin Bieber. I understand that waiting for his plane to arrive and following him back to his house then climbing through his window to get into his room isn’t the best way to get Justin’s attention, but it worked. Besides, when you really think about it, it’s all Justin’s fault! I mean, he just had to be so cute, and hot, and sweet, and an amazing singer. I really had no choice but to fall in love. And really, what good does unrequited love do? None. So, at the very least, he had to know I existed. The restraining order wasn’t exactly part of the plan, though. It’s a long story, but I’ll start from the beginning.
It all started on July 1st, 2009 when Justin Bieber released his first single “One Time”. I had seen him on YouTube a few years before, but I had never realized how cute he was. Shortly thereafter, I added him as a friend on MySpace, became a fan of him on Facebook, and followed him on Twitter to show him some support. When I noticed that he actually talked to his fans on these websites, I was impressed. He seemed like a cute, down to earth boy who was just trying to live his dream.
On July 7th, Justin announced that he was having an official video contest to promote “One Time”. The winner and one friend got to go on a date with him then attended his concert as VIPs. I figured it was worth a shot to enter because if I lost, it was just a loss, and my friends agreed to help me out. Our video actually turned out to be really good; we had dancing, rapping, and gymnastics and we introduced him to our town. I was pretty sure we were a shoe-in to win, but, in August, the winner was announced and it wasn’t me. I was extremely aggravated because I knew my video was so much better than the girl’s who won. Not to mention, I’m way prettier than her. Whatever.
After that loss, I entered in any and every contest for a chance to meet Justin. When his first CD “My World” came out, I bought seven copies in hope of finding the Golden Ticket inside and winning a private concert. But none of my attempts worked. I knew it was time to get creative.