Wow, I never thought that I would be writing a “My Bieber…

Wow, I never thought that I would be writing a “My Bieber Experience.” Here we go: I’m Chelsea and I thankfully found out where Justin was rehearsing for the Believe Tour. I talked to some of my friends and they helped me find the place and made it all happen. My friend Shelby drove 4 1/2 hours to see me meet the boy that changed our lives. On Saturday August 18 , I arrived at the studio at 11am with my friend Michelle. We notice that there are already girls waiting so we get in line. The hours begin to pass, but it was getting hotter as the time passed. Around 3:30pm, Justin passed us in his swag van with Moshe driving. At that moment we were happy because we knew he was there and we were that much closer! We continued to wait and the time slowed down once it was 6pm. We continued to wait when suddenly at around 6:45 a security guy came out and told us to stay in a line. Then Moshe pulled up and stopped the swag van and slowly and casually walk out Justin Bieber . The boy that I thought I would NEVER meet. The girls ahead off us met him then suddenly I realize he is walking towards my group. Justin notices Shelby and asks how she is and they hug, then I give him a BIG hug, and OMG that boy smells SO GOOD. I hug him and then Shelby gets a kiss on the cheek from Justin and I put my arms around him hold him tight and take our picture. I let go and cannot BELIEVE that I literally just hugged Justin Bieber. I cross the driveway and cannot even compose myself. As we are standing there, my group of friends were all tearing up because I’m just standing there bawling. As we stand there, I hear my mom yell from the other side, so I run across composing myself for Justin and snap a picture for my mom. I still cannot get over the fact that Justin called my mom “Mom”. My mom told Justin that she waited for 7 hours (which was true) and he was like, “Wow, thanks Mom!” We then go back across the driveway, and Shelby runs to get her purse to give Moshe his gift so I give her my letter for Justin and she hands them to Moshe before they drove away. We say our goodbyes and Michelle and I get in the car and literally started bawling and every time we looked at each other or hugged, we would just cry in each others arms. As we drive home we embrace EVERYTHING that just happened and know that it could not have been any better. I loved the feeling of meeting Justin. I went back again on Wednesday August 22  and waited another 5 hours. We waited for him and as 7:00 rolled around Moshe and the security guards had us cross the driveway and get in a neat line. As we got in line, out walks the ever so casual Justin Bieber with the same hat as Saturday. I see everyone smiling ear to ear and realize my feelings are just as speechless as they were before. It was finally our turn and I hugged just tight and his toned arms were extremely cold (I’m assuming the swag van was very cold). I hugged him got in close for our picture, and smiled big because I could not BELIEVE it was all happening again. After the picture, I hugged him big again and was said “Thank you” and he was like “You’re welcome.” I was happy that I actually got to talk to him this time! Justin made all the hours worth waiting. I would any amount of time just to see his face. he makes me Believe in myself and because of him I have so may new friends that love him just as much as I do. I love you so much Justin and NO ONE can ever make me stop loving you. Thank you for stopping to say hello to us because of that you made so many lives complete. I know you made mine and I can never repay you for that. To all of you that read this I hope it shows you to never give up  and just to always Believe in what your heart is set too, because if this can happen to me then it can happen to anyone! I love you Justin. -@chelsterling Original post: Wow, I never thought that I would be writing a “My Bieber…

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