“Wait, who was that?… Okay, she’s standing in line to meet you, Bieber, that must mean something. Right?… God, she’s beautiful… I wonder what it’ll feel like to hold her in my arms… Damn, can this line hurry up already? I wanna hug her!… Oh, she’s next… Smile, Bieber. Give her your signature smile. There wewe go!… Hug her, wewe idiot! She’s asking wewe to hug her! Okay… Smile. Say something nice… Okay, good. Ask for her number… Ask for her number before she leaves!… Thank god. I’m so gonna call her later tonight.”
