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Last year I had a dream about the Biebs. Here you go.
April 27, 2012 at 7:53am
I'm Justin Bieber's new Manager
We're in a dressing room. There is a mirror lit up with lights all around the edges, makeup, hair products, stuff covers the counter. Justin is standing in front of the mirror being, you know, Justin.
Me: Justin
Justin: hhmm (messing with his hair)
Me: Justin!
Justin: WHAT? (turning towards me finally)
Me: (smiling sweetly) Do you have a pen?
Justin: No I don't have a pen.
Me: Justin. Why don't you have a pen?
Justin: (smirk) Because I don't?
Me: (Walking over to him) Justin. You're Justin fucking Bieber, what would happen if a wild hot girl appeared and wanted to give you her phone number? Then what would you do?
Justin: (Looking at me like Im crazy and trying not to laugh.)
Me: Well, you fail. Hand over your teenage heart throb card sweetheart.
Justin: (Glaring, but chocking back a laugh)
Me: You can laugh, this is what you pay me for. Now hurry the fuck up and get on stage.
Commotion in the dressing area, everyone running around to get ready. Justin takes my hand, and we someone opens the door for us and we walk out I start to let go and walk away so he can bask in the glory of you know, being Justin Bieber, he pulls me back to him and kisses me on the cheek. This is totally not sexual, its a very respectful, you're my badass manager type of thing. I walk away but through the crowd I hear him call my name.
Justin: Noel. Noel!
Me: (turning around.) What kid?
Justin: (Pulls a sharpie out of his back pocket)
Me: (brb rolling my eyes forever)
He takes the stage, and since I'm his new manager, I get to stand off on the wings. At that point I realize I'm wearing a badass white fitted trench coat and boots, Im standing behind some people just watching him on stage, I can't really see him or know what song he's performing but I feel all stupid proud.
Then I woke up.
So there you have folks. I'm Justin Bieber's new manager in my dreams. My dreams are COMPLETELY INSANE. I know what triggered this too, I was on The Smoking Gun and I read his Rider last night. Silly BRAIN.
April 27, 2012 at 7:53am
I'm Justin Bieber's new Manager
We're in a dressing room. There is a mirror lit up with lights all around the edges, makeup, hair products, stuff covers the counter. Justin is standing in front of the mirror being, you know, Justin.
Me: Justin
Justin: hhmm (messing with his hair)
Me: Justin!
Justin: WHAT? (turning towards me finally)
Me: (smiling sweetly) Do you have a pen?
Justin: No I don't have a pen.
Me: Justin. Why don't you have a pen?
Justin: (smirk) Because I don't?
Me: (Walking over to him) Justin. You're Justin fucking Bieber, what would happen if a wild hot girl appeared and wanted to give you her phone number? Then what would you do?
Justin: (Looking at me like Im crazy and trying not to laugh.)
Me: Well, you fail. Hand over your teenage heart throb card sweetheart.
Justin: (Glaring, but chocking back a laugh)
Me: You can laugh, this is what you pay me for. Now hurry the fuck up and get on stage.
Commotion in the dressing area, everyone running around to get ready. Justin takes my hand, and we someone opens the door for us and we walk out I start to let go and walk away so he can bask in the glory of you know, being Justin Bieber, he pulls me back to him and kisses me on the cheek. This is totally not sexual, its a very respectful, you're my badass manager type of thing. I walk away but through the crowd I hear him call my name.
Justin: Noel. Noel!
Me: (turning around.) What kid?
Justin: (Pulls a sharpie out of his back pocket)
Me: (brb rolling my eyes forever)
He takes the stage, and since I'm his new manager, I get to stand off on the wings. At that point I realize I'm wearing a badass white fitted trench coat and boots, Im standing behind some people just watching him on stage, I can't really see him or know what song he's performing but I feel all stupid proud.
Then I woke up.
So there you have folks. I'm Justin Bieber's new manager in my dreams. My dreams are COMPLETELY INSANE. I know what triggered this too, I was on The Smoking Gun and I read his Rider last night. Silly BRAIN.