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My name is Madison, I’m 16 years old, and on October 6th in Oakland, California, I met Justin Bieber. Did I just write that? I still can’t fathom that it actually happened to me. I have entered so many contests, called so many radio stations, and waited in lines for hours just to have the possibility of seeing Justin. Here is the story of how my dreams came true. The day that Justin Bieber announced that Believe tour tickets were going on sale, I ran to my parents and begged them to do everything they could to get tickets. I saw the option of getting meet and greet tickets on the website, but I knew it would be practically an impossibility to get those tickets. Justin’s concert tickets sell out in a matter of minutes. What were the chances that my parents would be able to get the tickets in time? My dad is a junior high school teacher, and the Believe tour tickets were going on sale during a short recess break. It was a Thursday when the tickets went on sale. I ran to my dad’s classroom when recess started. I was praying that I would go into the room, he would scream and say “YOU’RE MEETING JUSTIN BIEBER!!!” But that didn’t happen. In fact, with a defeated look on his face, he told me it was going to be nearly impossible to get tickets. Understanding, but still disappointed, I started walking out of my dad’s classroom when he shouted, “Make sure you turn in the form that I signed for your field trip, I’ll give the form to your teacher during PE! Ohh, and about the Justin Bieber tickets, Miracles happen, Madison!” I shrugged that comment off, too disappointed to acknowledge it. The rest of the school day, I was dreaming about what I would do if I met Justin Bieber. I dreamed about what I would say and what he would say back to me. I kept growing sadder and sadder as the day went on, and I realized that I was dreaming for nothing. What was the point of dreaming about meeting Justin Bieber when it wasn’t going to happen anyways? The day dragged on until it was finally the last class of the day. High school PE. We were playing softball. I wasn’t very good but that’s beside the point. Just as the class was ending, an envelope was delivered to my PE teacher. It had my name on it, I knew what was in the envelope. My dad had told me earlier that he was going to give my field trip form to my teacher . I hastily grabbed the envelope. We were walking back to the girls locker room, envelope in one hand, softball bat in the other. One of my friends, Alexi, said “Maddy, what if the envelope had meet and greet tickets inside?” I laughed and said, “Yah, right! The tickets have definitely sold out already.” Alexi asked me, “Okay Maddy, then can I open the envelope?” “Sure go ahead, all that’s in the envelope is a field trip form,” I responded. Alexi shrugged and ripped open the envelope. I will never forget that moment. She screamed so loud, with the biggest smile on her face and I knew that scream could only mean one thing. The envelope had the tickets inside. In complete and utter shock, I threw the softball bat across the field, and started crying. We jumped up and down screaming and hugging each other. Alexi yelled “Look it’s second row, and YOU’RE MEETING HIM MADDY!” When I got home, I ran to my parents and my dad smiling told me, “Remember what I told you, miracles happen!” It was a long four months that I waited until the day of the concert. When we finally got to the concert, my mom and I waited in the meet and greet line for twenty minutes. Those were the longest twenty minutes of my life. I kept rehearsing to my mom what I was going to say. I practically had a speech memorized for Justin. Finally, the black curtain that he was hiding behind was opened, and I looked at Justin Bieber face to face. I mustered, “Hi Justin! I love you so much! You are my inspiration.” (The whole speech I had planned was completely erased from my memory as soon as I saw him). He smiled the most perfect smile and said “Awww sweetie! I love you so much too! CAN I HAVE A HUG?” HE. ASKED. ME. IF I. COULD. HAVE. A. HUG. We hugged for a good 5 seconds, which by the way was complete heaven, and then we took a picture. I walked away from him, and it was all over. As soon as I stepped out of the meet and greet room, I started sobbing. I was crying because I felt so incredibly blessed that out of all the girls who dream of meeting Justin Bieber, it happened to me . Please, don’t forget that miracles do happen. You will have your miracle. Mine happened on October 6, 2012. Yours is coming. Read more: My name is Madison, I’m 16 years old, and on October 6th…

My name is Madison, I’m 16 years old, and on October 6th…