It was dark. Pitch black. Suddenly, a beam illuminated the room. It was a spotlight, on a boy. I leaned mbele in my seat, narrowing my eyes for a better view. Wait, that was me. It was me, a few years ago. I was 15. I had flippy hair and an American Apparel hoodie on. I was sitting on a kinyesi with a mic in my hand. All of the lights in the arena flickered on and that’s when I noticed I wasn’t al...one. Thousands of girls were in their seats. They all stood up immediately and started chanting my name. “Justin, Justin, Justin…” Little me had a big smile on his face. “Thank you!”...
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