Welcome to L.A.

I stepped out of the car tired and wary. The first thing I saw was the Hollywood sign I practically jumped for joy. I was asked to be in one of Justin Bieber's music video. My name is Bree Hills and I am fifteen years old I live in a little town in Oklahoma City. I have no siblings I am an only child. I walked on to the set scared. But my emerald orbs met chocolate ones and I melted in them. "Hey I'm Justin Bieber it's nice to meet you." He says to me. I cant seem to find my breath let alone a coherent word. He just smiles. "You must be Bree you know your the only one who didn't down right attack me." He said chuckling. I smiled a shy smile. Soon he started singing favorite girl which I was the drummer for the band. I smiled every time Justin looked back at me. The song brought tears to my emerald orbs. When the song was over we redid and redid it until we got a perfect shot which was the sixth try. The girl who played Justin's favorite girl was as dumb as a stick. Which would be insulting the stick. I smile at Justin.

The director called it quits and we all went home. I