Hi, I'm Justin Bieber and I'm pretty sure as shooting everyone knows who I am and what I look like, so I'll fifth wheel you the detail. My story begins with me and my crew when we traveled to New York City for a gig in one of it's numerous arenas. I had managed to convert both my female parent and my director to go out and search by myself. Despite their protests of my unfitness to go out alone, somehow they agreed.
I found myself walking the streets of New York oddly at peace treaty. I don't really get the chance to just kick back and relax being, you know, me. Walking down a large-minded pavement of segmented concrete, I took in the lot, smells and phone of the city. It being mid December, you could see and sense the warm steam billowing up from underground tube. You could see the countless car roaring away from stoplights and the constantly changing horn tones from the routine of different railcar. After weaving my way through crowds for a few blocks, I found one of the few Bench without an old homeless man occupying them and sat down heavily.
With me and my disguise of a simple Grey beanie hiding my hair, and a pair of slightly over sized sunglasses hiding most of my upper face, I was unrecognizable by the masses walking by. Sitting on the workbench, watching crew of people pass ; from smartly dressed business organization men, to the casual kid in a hoodie. I sat there, thinking about all these people, staring at some passersby. Some of them gave me quizzical feel, others looking backwards at me after they had passed, probably wondering if what they saw was their eyes trying to fob them. I should probably get moving again, before someone smirch me. I thought to myself, and just as I was about to get up and leave, I turned my head and it was as if my macrocosm had all but stopped. Everything around me froze, and as this boy ( he looked to be about my age ) looked up from his iPod-esqe MP3 role player, he saw me, our oculus locked, his gaze softening. After a few secondment, I could tell my mouth was hanging open and my schoolchild had dilated. I pulled my jaw shut and snapped back to reality. He had obviously taken observance of my speechlessness and increased his stride length to pass me quicker.
hold a second ... What was that ? I was confused. That wasn't supposed to encounter. I wasn't attracted to men. I was sure of it. There was just something about this boy, and I was determined to get the hind end of it. As he approached I examined his characteristic intently. Even with a fire up cap on, I could tell he had a slim build, about my meridian, maybe 5'5 ”. His slightly curly, almost Black person hairsbreadth was brusque than most boys'these days, but not like, buzzed or anything. His softly angled face lit up as he smiled at me, showing his blindingly Patrick White teeth. I could see his exposed skin was pale from lack of sunshine. I could find a knot already building up in my throat as he neared. I shook my forefront, trying to clear my brain and cover the apparent motion at the same sentence. I don't understand ... Why am I having these opinion ? What is it with this guy ? He arrived, spun and sat on the bench next to me and said, in a sort out voice,"Hi, I couldn't help but notice you staring at me. I'm Tyler in case you were wondering."
It was weird. Even though it sounded almost like a whisper, Tyler's vocalization was clearly heard over all the hustle and bustle. It was everywhere deep down my head, almost as if we had a telepathic connector ; his voice being projected into my mind. As I formulated my side by side time in my mind, I could feel his risque middle watching me, waiting intently for my response. God, I thought, I feel like his center are peering straight into my soul. It wasn't a bad thing, It warmed me up inside. I finally had a material someone to tattle to, not just some wild screech fan. I chanced it, and removed my glasses.
"Sorry, didn't mean to stare ... I, um, uh ... Anyway, I'm Justin."I can't believe I couldn't commend what I was going to say to this guy. I was completely speechless.
"Oh, don't concern about it. The staring thing, I mean. Truth is, I was kind of staring at you too."he said, shying away for a second, then there was the inevitable ineptness that follows two masses who had just been staring at each other, but it soon dissipated as we got to know one another, acquisition of hobbies and the like.
Tyler was turning out to be a pretty cool down guy. He made me palpate like a convention kid again, you know, since before this whole famous thing. Not once did he mention to me my career. Did he even realize who I was ? I couldn't really be sure. Despite that, I decided to invite him to the speech sound check for the upcoming display a few engine block away, and he gladly agreed. We talked, weaving our way through crowds of people, sometimes getting separated by the syndicate. For some reasonableness, whenever I lost sight of John Tyler, if only for a back or two, I would feel the grey of the reality press upon me, sending me into abbreviated depressive disorder, only to be woken again by his beaming face looking at me. He was always smiling. It made me feel so well.
The crowds thinned a little, and we walked on in muteness. I had no thought what he was thinking, but for me, it was as if my mind had been transported into a tornado, memory board and thinking being tossed about in the whirlwind. What am I feeling for this random stranger ? I feel like if he were to leave alone at all, I'm going to die of depression. Is it wrong to remember that I have gay feelings toward a complete and speak stranger ? I wonder if he feels the same way about me ...
I think, secretly, I've always been gay deep down. I never really had any feelings for woman. Those were all just trivial and shallow relationships.

All through the sound check I was watching and thinking about Tyler. Love ? Did I love this boy ? No, it couldn't be ... I was singing and smiling at him, he was smiling back at me, sitting in the darkness of the straw man row.

"Alright,"my manager called from across the stage,"I think we're done here, go get some stopping point instant rest before the show."
I ditched my mic, and climbed down off the stage to meet President Tyler,"So, what'd you think ?"I asked.
"You know, I've always secretly liked your music,"he replied, smiling still.
I looked away from Tyler as my mother and Scooter walked up,"I don't believe we've been properly introduced, my name's Pattie."She extended her hand, and Tyler took it saying,"Pleased you fulfil you, Ms. Pattie, I'm Tyler."He flashed her a big smile, but not the Sami one he gave me ... What did that mean ?
"So, you're Justin's new buddy, huh ?"iceboat commented snidely.
"I suppose so, Mr. Braun."Tyler said, keeping his cool.
See, Scooter never really ilk extra people tagging along. That's one of the main intellect I never had any Friend on tour. He said they'd"get in the way. Distract me."
At this tip, I took hold of Tyler's upper arm and started to extract him away saying,"Alright, let's go, I got ta rest, call back ?"Glancing at all of them, I turned and pulled Tyler behind me, him waving.
"Sorry dude. water scooter doesn't really like foreigner, you know ?"
"Oh, I get it. I was just trying to be civilised, that's all,"he said defensively.
At that point, as we were still walking to a fault elbow room with snack and the like, I noticed I was still latched onto President Tyler's toned arm. Although he didn't seem to note at first, I let go and took a big step away from him. He glanced over, and gave a slight, almost imperceptible frown. I pretended I didn't posting, and just walked in inapt silence. Walking through the door, I asked, headed for the fridge,"Want a snack ? We've got everything in here."
"Got a pudding ?"he asked, jokingly.
I turned and tossed him a pudding and a spoon. Although he was standing there with his paw in his air hole, he somehow managed to catch both objects. Tyler suddenly looked really nervous, looking around the room more than pattern, shifting his weight back and forth.
I brushed past him and threw myself down on the lounge, patting the rear next to me saying,"Have a seat. Relax."
Part of me wanted him to cuddle up following to me, but I still wasn't sure if he felt the Sami way about me that I felt about him.
"Why are you aflutter ?"I said, as he tentatively sat down next to me."I'm the one going on microscope stage in front of thousands of people."
"wellspring ... It's like this. I, erm ... Oh, screw it !"He leaned over and landed a kiss flavour on my sassing. I have to admit, at showtime I was completely surprise, and so like the idiot I am, I started to pull away. Evidently, he'd noticed and decided he better break the contact before he thought I was going to punch him or something. So as he started to back away, I moved forward, keeping the osculation going.
He relaxed. Still kissing me, he put his hand behind my school principal, running his fingers through my short hairsbreadth. I took a opportunity and licked his lips to gain approach to his mouth with my knife. Apparently, that was a mistake on my part because he almost immediately backed away, looking at me, with a form of sad look. I looked at him and realized, with a sudden pang of guiltiness, I was about to make out with another guy. Maybe that's what Tyler's job was ; so I asked him,"What's up ?"
"Don't you think we're moving a bit too fast ? I mean I literally just met you a little while ago, and we were just about to make out on your couch."he said, starting to look a bit flustered.
"I had a feeling I was being a bit too forward ..."I said, looking down at my shoes.
"Don't worry about it,"he put his arm around me and hugged me close."I was the one who kissed you. ”