Janae~ a Belieber since Agust 2009~still strong as of September 2012
It was a night in August. My mother and I had been asked to sing at the church Christmas banquet, and we decided on Someday at Christmas. We were on youtube listening to the song, and we were looking for different versions.
Each time I searched for a different version I would see this thumbnail: a head floating in bad lighting and a brown oversized corduroy jacket, a microphone held to its lips. The caption read “Justin Singing Someday at Christmas.”
I didn’t immediately click on it, but every time I searched the song, it came up, and I started to get curious.
When we had found the actual song and listened to it a couple of times, my mom went to leave, so I went back to the تلاش results and clicked on it.
The intro started to play and my first impression was “This kid...cannot dress.” For those of آپ who have not seen the video, he was twelve, and his hair was still relatively blond. Most of it was hidden under a black hat on backwards, except for the ends. He was wearing a large brown corduroy jacket, red شرٹ, قمیض underneath, and as I recall, oversized pants (They weren’t sagging, just too big).
But I hadn’t even formed a good insult in my mind when he started to sing.
Need I tell آپ my reaction? My arms that were holding up my chin, got so weak that they dropped onto the desk, I leaned forward, as close to the screen and the speakers as I could get.
My mom, behind me, had stopped in the doorway when the audio kicked in, and کہا something “Child shut yo mouth, that boy got some pipes!” but I wasn't really paying attention. I was GLUED.
As soon as the video ended I hopped over to Google and image searched him, because the video wasn’t really all that clear on his facial features. I am ashamed to say that because of how he was dressed I fully expected him to be ugly.
As آپ know, I was in for a surprise. I found the pictures of him with Usher at the Kid's Choice Awards, and of course that aroused my curiosity. Why was a tiny boy from YouTube on the مالٹا, نارنگی carpet with Usher, and why was his hair long enough to double as a hat?
So I went on a deeper search. I was still on images, and I clicked on his One Time single art (not even knowing One Time existed) and I was just about to click “view larger image” when the shocking مضمون headline caught my eye:
Justin Bieber Dead!
Shocked, I read the TMZ مضمون that told the "history" of Justin’s ascent to fame and went further to claim that he had committed suicide. I was sad, shocked.
I called my mother back. She leaned over me to read the article, shook her head and made a “tsk” sound.
“Waste, waste, waste.” Was all she had to say.
Still numb, I went back to youtube and tried to process this new information while watching him perform covers of “Respect” and “With You.” They made me happy. He was just dancing around, smiling, singing his دل out. Why? WHY?
Before I realized it was happening, me emotions hit me in the face and I was crying. I felt like I had lost something before I even got the chance to really have it.
I was still sad the اگلے دن when I went back on youtube to watch some مزید ویڈیوز and سے طرف کی fortune, clicked on a پرستار video (Who is hotter, Justin Bieber یا Nick Jonas?).
I noticed one girl’s تبصرہ that went something like “I can’t wait til he comes where I live! I love آپ Justin!” and the time marked ‘1 گھنٹہ ago’
I was puzzled.
I شدہ تبصرہ back and کہا “You know he’s dead, right?”
Of course, I got two جوابات saying “No he’s not, آپ retard. WTF is wrong with you?”
That sent me into a frenzy.
I typed Justin Bieber in the تلاش box, and one of the suggestions that came up was “Justin Bieber One time موسیقی video”. My brain went into major “Huh?” mode.
I clicked on the suggestion and watched the video. All kinds of things hit me at once, my دل beat like a sledgehammer for some reason, and I cried with joy. Basically, I fell in love again, then I watched a bunch of girls make entries into his One Time video contest (Does anyone know who won, سے طرف کی the way?). I realized I was one of them now, a girl who loved Justin Bieber.
He had the voice of an angel and a smile like nothing else on earth, he was dorky and silly, but still cool somehow. He was determined to Make It, and strong. I loved him for it.
I was happy. Like, euphoric. Maybe a tiny bit obsessed? :D
I went to billboard.com and found out that he was in the سب, سب سے اوپر 40, and that his album was coming out on September 15th (the release was delayed سے طرف کی First Dance, which apparently it took Usher months to record two parts, so it ended up coming out Nov 17th). I immediately froze spending on my babysitting money and waited for the دن with such anticipation آپ would have thought they were giving out backpacks full of money with the album.
I became his پرستار on Facebook, subscribed to both of his youtube pages, plus Destinygear and Bieberzone. Then I discovered Bieberzone.tk and on my hard drive right now (EDIT: 'now' was 2010) I currently have 2,010 pictures of him. He’s my desktop background, my screensaver, and my theme on Google.
I have Bieber Fever.
But even though his sense of style has come up and his hair is FABULOUS, I still remember he has talent. The acoustic rendering of One Time (One دل Edition) is absolutely FANTASTIC, as are his other post-fame covers like Heartless and Successful.
I love my world 2.0 and I have just rcently plastered my laptop with pictures of him.
A truth: If guys had the mindset of a Justin Bieber song toward girls, there would be less reason for girls to complain that all guys the good guys are gay and the straight ones are sleazebags.
As it is, with 6.3 million people on this planet approximatly and about 3.3 of them being male as of 2008, I'm pretty sure there are only about a thousand justin bieber's left, probably less.
I would listen to Justin's موسیقی even if he sang about kittens, however, because I love his voice.
I love his voice.
I love his music.
I love his style.
I love his swag. (:D)
I am at this moment, a Bieblieber, and so Help Me Justin, so shall I remain for the rest of my living days.
(I sound so profound on that last sentence. sis آپ catch that??)
peace, love, and J-Biebz, yall!