Find That Girl

When a picture is dropped in the young and talented, Justin Bieber's guitar case, Justin is being send out on the search of his life. An ordinary day, and ordinary guy and an ordinary girl. Everything is so ordinary, but how come Justin is suddenly feeling something he has never experienced before? He NEEDS to find that girl before summer is over, and he has to leave for boarding school. Will he succeed? What if the girl turned out to be something he had never thought of? What if she could change everything? "Never let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game."


2. Chapter 2.

Never let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game.


I was lying on my bed, looking at the picture. It had been two days since the mystery girl had dropped the picture. It was my day off, and it was raining outside.

I sighed as put the picture down at my nightstand and looked around my room. With a shrug off my shoulders, I picked up some dirty clothes and threw it in my laundry basket. Then I picked up some of my CD cases I had thrown around carelessly last week.

Finding it hard to concentrate on my quest to get my room clean, I went over to my bed, looking for my phone. As I turned around, I couldn’t help but glance down at that picture of the girl from two days ago. The way she had small wrinkles around her eyes from what I supposed were laughing, the way she had a tiny dimple in the left corner of her mouth, and the way her hair were floating around her because of the wind, it all made her seem so magical.

When I caught myself imagining what it would feel like to run my hands through her hair in the middle of that cornfield, I put the picture upside down, and continued cleaning my room.

It took me almost three hours to do so. Mostly because I kept finding cool stuff around my room that, I hadn’t seen in a long time. Like my first ‘own made’ CD. I had recorded a lot of songs on my computer and then burned it onto a CD. My intensions had been to take it to a record company in the hope of being signed, but I lost it and kind of gave up on it.

Another cool thing I found was a picture of Ryan and me from back in the days, at a soccer game. We were standing close to each other with our arms on each other’s shoulders. We were so little back then. Hard to believe that I am playing music on the street while Ryan is the son of a well going, car shop owner.

I hang the picture up on my wall and laid down on my bed, closing my eyes for what felt like a few minutes. When I opened the again, it was because I had felt out of bed because my phone started ringing out of sudden.

Feeling irritated I answered the phone with my grumpy attitude.

“What?” I almost snapped at the person in the other end. Silence followed for a few seconds, before a voice I knew way too well spoke up.

“Well, someone isn’t in a good mood. Need some company?” Rolling my eyes at her comment, I tried to answer without sounding so grumpy.

“You woke me up from my nap. Everyone would be unhappy if that happened to them. On another note, I thought I had told you to delete my number.” I said, more as a statement than a question.

“Oh come on baby. I thought you were kidding. You were kidding, right?” Her voice got that annoying I’mma cry if you say no feeling to it. But I was just so tired of her constant calling, and texting, and ‘baby’ calling.

“No, Nathalie. I wasn’t. I hooked up with you, once, and I told you pretty clearly the day after, that it had been a mistake. Why won’t you leave me alone? Don’t you get that you’re not my type?” I snapped a little harsher than meant too.

It went silent for what felt like hours, but I knew it was only meant to make me feel bad. And boy I felt bad, but I knew I had to stand my ground.

“Wow.. You sure know how to hurt someone, Bieber. No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend and is all alone in that shitty apartment of yours. Heck, I don’t even know why I wasted my damn time on you. You don’t even know how to tell a girl nicely that you’re not interested in her, you douchebag!” And with those words, the line went dead.

Tell me about bitchy attitude.


I sighed as I put my phone in my back pocket, grabbed my jacket and with my guitar on my back; I grabbed the picture of the mystery girl and left my apartment.

As I walked down the empty streets of L.A, I couldn’t help but think of the girl. Emma Jones. Was that even her real name? Maybe it was her best friend? Maybe she was on a vacation here and brought a picture of her best friend. Girl do that, don’t they?

I don’t know…

But what it the picture was important to her? What if she is missing it really bad?

Without noticing, I walked into the park I had played at two days ago, and sat down at the exact same stump. With my hoodie over my head, and the girl in my head, I started playing. I didn’t play for anyone but myself.

I was alone. Alone in the park. Just my thoughts and me. My depressing, sad, unwanted thoughts. As I played, I found myself making up lyrics that fitted the notes, in my head. That was how I created my newest song.

As the rain kept pouring down, I looked at the cars passing by outside of the park. Wondering if my mystery girl was in one of them, on her way out of L.A.

Was I ever gonna to see her again?

Was I ever gonna to find out her real name?

Was I ever gonna to be able to hand her, her picture again?

As my head became a mess, the deeper my lyrics became. I sang about heartbreak, true love, and the feeling of never going to find it. But as I sang my depressing thoughts out to no one, the rain became less and less. The sun was fighting to shine through the clouds.

“I still believe in love, no one’s going to take that away from me.” I sang out, just as the sun broke through the clouds, bringing a smile on my face.

As the clouds slowly started to drift away, my smile became bigger and bigger, letting happy and comforting lyrics stream out of my mouth.

Listening to my own words, I looked up in the sky, smiling at the Lord above. Thanking him for keeping me alive, while sending a small prayer off to him, that he will help me in the search of my mystery girl. 





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It means a ton to me!! 

And please keep doing it! It really motivates me to keep going! 

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