All Alone: Rise of a Superstar

Justin Drew Bieber has been through thick and thin.
An abusive step-father, a weak mom and a poor reputation at school isn't all Justin struggles with.
After loosing loved-ones and moving from Stratford to Atlanta, Justin seems to be coping well with the new atmosphere.
After getting a surprise phone-call, followed by meetings and arrangements, could this be the rise of a superstar?

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18. XVIII

5/17/09, Sunday 3:55PM

 

Justin’s POV

 

“Justin stop being ridiculous and get out of the car.” Kirk sighed, placing his hands on his hips.

I sighed and unstrapped my seatbelt, sliding out of the car and shutting the passenger’s side door behind me.

“There? Happy?” I sighed, as Kirk just smirked at me and placed an arm around my shoulder.

“We’re meeting Mr. Braun here in about 5 minutes. I want you to be on your best behavior Justin.” Kirk said, smiling at me.

The contrast of his white teeth and dark skin was strange, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t get used to.

“Ah, are you Justin?”

I turned around to see a man, with black stubble across his cheeks and chin and short-cut black hair.

“Yes I am.” I replied, sketchy about the whole situation.

He didn’t look like the type of guy that would sign a record deal, or know Usher for any matter.

“I’m Scott Braun, but you can call me Scooter.”

He held out his pale hand and I shook it, then Scooter looked up at Kirk.

“Oh you must be his guardian. Rose’s husband?” Scooter asked, shaking his hand also.

“Yes. It’s an honor to meet you Mr. Braun.’

Scooter smiled at Kirk and led the way into the studio’s building, to guide us to this small meeting room.

“Now before we get started, I bet you want to hear a little more about me?” Scooter asked, intertwining his hands in his lap and taking a seat at one of the chairs.

“That’d be nice.” Kirk agreed, as I sat there in silence staring at him.

“Well I’m a 25-year-old guy who used to be one of the most successful party promoters in the country. I decided one day I was never going to throw another party. I just didn’t want to be 40 years old saying ‘daddy needs to go to the nightclub.’ That’s not the life for me. I wanted to be in the music business, be a part of creating something. I went on to become a marketing VP at a record label called So So Def. and then left that job to start my own record label and manage artists. I find new talent and help them build a career.”

 He took a deep breath and we all sat there in silence for a moment. This guy was pretty cool, being a former party promoter and stuff.

The silence was broken when Kirk spoke up.

“So whose career are you building now?”

I decided to Google this guy’s name, to make sure he wasn’t just bullsh*ting us.

“I just signed a rapper names Asher Roth. He’s just getting started, but we’ve got big plans and I’m excited about his opportunities. I guess, Kirk, the biggest thing you’ve got to know about me is that I want to make sure Justin never has any ‘what ifs’.”

 

5/17/09, Sunday 5:47PM

 

After a long conversation on what would happen if I got signed, his impressive references, family and morals for the next round about 2 hours, Kirk was impressed and said he’d think about this great opportunity over with Rose.

I wasn’t so convinced anymore that he was a kidnapper, but I was still looking up Asher Roth on the internet when I got home.

Home.

It sounds so right.

 

Felicity’s POV

 

I pat Stella as I sat on the edge of the bed. All I could think about was Justin.

Was he ok?

How has his life turned out?

I sighed and got up, wanting to cry.

I hated my life.

I didn’t care if my family was rich, I was popular at school and I got everything I ever wanted.

All I really needed was love.

I hadn’t told my parent about the incident that had happened yesterday afternoon and I wasn’t planning too, nor was I planning on ever seeing Ryan again.

Which is totally understandable.

I place Stella in her bed and walk over to my window, sitting on the window seat. Between my legs was still throbbing, believe it or not, and it hurt me both emotionally and physically. It was as if my body didn’t want me to forget about what happened.

I hope everything gets better.

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