“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 you go!… Hug her, you idiot! She’s asking you 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.”
