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My name’s Megan, I’m 15 years old from New Orleans, LA and I met Justin on January 13, 2013. It’s crazy to think that after years of loving Justin, I can finally say that I met him, but it’s one of the most satisfying things to be able to say. Early in the morning on January 13th, I left my house in the suburbs of New Orleans to find Justin, who had two off days. At first, I went to one hotel where I found out the dancer’s were staying. My uncle who owns the hotel told me that Justin had not yet arrived at the hotel, but his bus was parked outside another hotel a few blocks away. I drove with my mom to the other hotel and went inside and sat in the lobby for a half hour. My mom was still sitting in the car, parked in front of Justin’s bus. While I was sitting in the hotel, my mom called me and said that two managers from the hotel had just knocked on the door of Justin’s bus. I left the hotel lobby and grabbed a map, so I appeared to look like a tourist. I stood on the corner of the street where Justin’s bus was and waited for him to come out. The whole time, I was on the phone with one of my friends who was supposed to come with me. A few minutes later, Justin walked out of the bus. My only impulse was to scream. So I yelled, “Hey Justin!” and he waved at me and motioned me to come over. His security was being really pushy and said that Justin didn’t have time to stop, but Justin told them to wait. He grabbed my phone and hung up on my friend who’d I been talking two, and went to my camera to take a selfie together. He hugged me and went inside the hotel to check in. He was nicer and sweeter than I’d ever expect him to be. He was perfect. To make things better, he followed me on Twitter the next day.  -Megan Read the original here: My name’s Megan, I’m 15 years old from New Orleans,…

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