A Justin Bieber and Cody Simpson Love Story - Part 2What happens when sparks fly between Cody Simpson Justin Bieber?
I spent practically all morning waiting for Cody to arrive. Apparently, he got the wrong time and was gonna get here late. I wasted all that time instead of doing someting productive. Now my vocal warm-up session has been pushed three hours. Great.
I have a long day ahead of me, and now I lost time.
I'm sitting with my vocal coach now, and thank the lord it's nearly the end of the session. Sometimes it can get tedious, especially when I feel I got the vocal part right and I need to really work on choreography.
"Okay Justin," my vocal coach says, "You did good today. Just gotta work on those higher notes."
I take a huge gulp of water and nod.
"Your voice is getting deeper, it's going to be harder for you to sing in that range." he says. I nod again. Before he could say anything, I say bye and leave for my dressing room. I wanted to find time to chill before anyone could bug me about doing anything else.
As I turn the corner, nearing the room, my mother stopped me. "Great," I think.
"Cody's here," she says.
"Okay," I say, trying to keep walking to the room.
"He's that way, honey," she says. I sigh.
"Sorry," I say, "I'm really tired."
She ruffles my hair and walks me over backstage. I see my producer and agent there, talking to someone probably shorter than both of them.
"Justin!" my agent says, "Come meet Cody."
Behind them was in fact, Cody Simpson. He looked pretty tired too, probably as tired as I am. His blonde hair is messy, and there were bags under his green eyes.Then, he holds out his hand.
Suddenly, something weird struck me. I don't know what it is, it felt like thunder blasted in my ear, turning my legs jelly-like. There is something about Cody and it's making me feel really weird in my stomach.
"Hello," he says.
"Hi," I reply, taking his hand. I feel my cheeks turning red.
"Cody will be opening for you the rest of the tour," my producer says. I give a weary smile.
Something felt really weird about this. I just don't know what it is.
Cody will be opening for you the rest of the tour.
So now I met Justin Bieber. I'm going to open for him in an international tour. It all seems so much, and it just can't be true. It's all still so weird.
I don't know what to say. I look at Justin and he isn't saying anything. It's awkward, and it's awkward at the worst possible time.
"So, um, Justin, why don't you show Cody how the show works?" his agent says.
"Sure," Justin says, "Come on."
I follow him, and he leads me backstage. There are so much people there, walking around doing a bunch of different things. Justin introduces me to a few people, including a guy who does sound checks, a lady who works the lights, and another lady who does choreography.
There's so much to take in, and on top of that, it feels like something's nudging me in the side. For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at Justin. And everytime I did, my heart would just beat faster. Everytime his hand brushed my arm, something in my skin would tingle.
We stop in front of his dressing room, and he tells me I can go rest, and later at around 5:00, we were going to practice choreography. He says his agent wants the two of us to do a dance number together. He tells me it was nice meeting me, then smiles. I felt my stomach do a somersault.
My mom walks me to my dressing room. She's asking me all these questions, but my head is somewhere else.
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