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I’ve been a Belieber for almost 4 years now, and before October 9th, I never thought I would actually be able to meet my hero. I’ve suffered through a lot of abuse, and I just wanted to say “Thank You” to Justin, and that’s all I ever wished of . Around June, my dad surprised me with meet & greet passes to JB’s show in Tacoma , since the M&G was sold out in Portland. I remember jumping on my dad in tears because I was so happy. Finally, after months and months of impatiently waiting for the day to come, my insides were literally exploding when we arrived outside of the arena. Billboard signs on the way to Tacoma showed Justin’s face, sending a rush inside me. I was so excited, so scared, so nervous, and so happy at the same time. I was going to meet Justin. I was going to be able to look at him and tell him I love him. When I stepped out of the car, I hurried into the line for the meet & greet. After about an hour or two of waiting, we finally reached the booth where they held our tickets. Unfortunately, they didn’t have our tickets. I was literally at the verge of tears. “I’m sorry we can’t find your tickets.” The man said. Now let me tell you something. I was pissed. I was upset. I was devastated. There was no way I was not meeting Justin. My throat felt heavy and I felt really hot. Was I seriously not meeting him? But luckily, the guy explained that we had bought the tickets from a different ticket website and to call the guy who sold us the tickets. It was kind of sketchy how we met the guy. He was in a small group, and he handed us out wrist bands. It was scary, but at least I got my tickets. When the gates opened to the waiting line, I felt goosebumps form on my skin . It was around 3:45 PM when the doors opened to the arena, as we were lined up against the walls waiting for the M&G, a bodyguard came up and needed to explain some rules. We weren’t able to have Justin sign anything, and we couldn’t give him anything. All I wanted to really give Justin, was my letter. Just for him to read my letter would mean so much to me. So I asked the man if I could give him my letter. Thankfully, the guy gave me a hesitant yes, along with another girl who wanted to give Justin a letter. After about an hour later, I saw Kenny ride his Segway around the door. If you know me, you probably know how much I love Kenny. Making a quiet squeal, I jumped up from my position of when I was lying down on the ground and started to wave my arms around trying to get Kenny’s attention. “KENNY I LOVE YOU.” I screamed at the top of my lungs. There were probably only about 4 other girls who knew who Kenny was. But I wasn’t complaining. At least he saw me. Kenny turned to me and gave me a smile, and a wave, and I swear I died right there. Kenny saw me! Just then, the line started moving, making me scream really quietly. My cousin turned to me and threatened me to not cry. Sucking back those tears that were threatening to fall, I agreed. I didn’t wanna look like an idiot next to Justin. Eventually, our turn showed up and I put my letter on the table for the “gifts”. The curtain accidentally flew up, revealing Justin’s baggy pants, and black Supras, causing all the girls behind me to scream. They ushered us into the room where I saw the most delicate looking thing in the world. His hair was perfectly quiffed up, not a single strand missing it’s place. His lips were insanely pink. They looked so soft and kissable! His eyes were like beautiful hazel marbles. I could melt. Then there was his skin. His skin was flawless. Not a single pimple, no white spots, nothing. Blemish free. He looked like a doll! He looked perfect. But my excitement disappeared when he turned to look at me. My head instantly fell, as I looked at the ground, nervously. I was not good around boys. I just couldn’t act normal around boys. Well, I was a pretty awkward person. He greeted me with, “Hey love” as the rest of the girls followed in. When I first heard it I just stopped. Did I seriously just hear that? He called me love! Justin Bieber called me “love”. It felt so unreal. I was about to go stand next to Justin’s right, but the girl in the pink shirt (in the picture) stood in front of me. I basically stood in front of everybody, not sure what to do. I was just confused. I didn’t know if he was looking at me like I was stupid, or if I was annoying him by standing there. Just when the pink shirt girl’s mom was about to go on Justin’s other side. The instinct hit me. I swiftly, glided in between a girl, and Justin, almost hitting Justin’s butt when I squeezed in. From the corner of my eye, I could see his lips form into a smile for the picture. God, that mole beside his lips was the death of me I swear. I wrapped my hand around his waist, as he brought his hand from my waist to my shoulder, his hand getting caught in my hair. Okay, I don’t know about you, but I was dead by then. They quickly snapped the picture, and just as everyone left, my cousin hugged him. I wanted to hug him too. It was so fast, I forgot. I awkwardly waddle over to him, holding my hands stiffly at my sides. “Can I have a hug too?” He pulled me into a hug, and I instantly felt safe. From past experiences, I hated hugs. I wasn’t the type that liked hugs, but his hug was different. I felt safe, and it felt so comfortable. Before I left, I told him he was amazing. And then came those words. “Bye, Justin.” And he was gone. It all went so fast. I forgot to thank him, I forgot to tell him I loved him. But what I hated most, was being so nervous the entire time. But then everything went away. I was happy. I met my idol. I hugged him, and for a second, he knew I existed. And that’s all I cared about. The show went on afterwards, and it was like heaven on earth. Justin was cute, and perfect, and I even got to have a conversation with Moshe, Justin’s bodyguard. Justin even touched my hand. It was amazing. Honestly, if I could. I would relive that night every single day if I could. I’m just so blessed to be able to have had my dream come true. This is My Bieber Experience -@Badassrauhl (the girl next to Justin, in the grey) View original post here: I’ve been a Belieber for almost 4 years now, and before…
I’ve been a Belieber for almost 4 years now, and before…
