Justin Bieber - First Step 2 Forever, My Story. Justin Bieber

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      JUSTIN BIEBER

      First Step 2 Forever: My Story

      CONTENTS

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       A Special DM to the Greatest Fans in the World!

       1 Let’s Get This Show on the Road

2 A Secret Musician

       3 The Stratford Star

       4 YouTube: My First Million

       5 The Start of a New Life

       6 Welcome to My World

       7 Just the Beginning

       Thank You

       About the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       A SPECIAL DM TO THE GREATEST FANS IN THE WORLD!

      How can I begin to thank you for making this journey possible? Every one of you is “My Favorite Girl” for a different reason, because each of you is special in your own way. Everywhere I go, whatever I do, I try to connect with as many of you as possible. If you’re up front at a concert, I might reach out and hold your hand. If you show up outside the arena after the show, you might get soaked in one of our epic water fights. You might just be talking to your friends on Twitter saying you have a one-in-a-million chance of reaching me and now I’m following you. My dreams used to be a one-in-a-million chance as well, but as I said in the song, never say never. I never forget that none of this would have happened without you. That’s why I want to share this story with you: so you can experience the journey with me, all the highs and lows, the laughter and the tears. You were there from the beginning. Now, as you see what I saw and feel what I felt, I hope you’ll believe that big dreams really can come true. I’m living mine every day. Thanks to you.

       LUV YAH, JUSTIN

       CHAPTER 1

       LET’S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD

      HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT

       TUESDAY, JUNE 22, 2010 9:45 A.M.

      Rolling into the XL Center, I feel like I ought to have skates on my feet.

      “Hey!” I elbow my grandpa in the ribs. “Can’t you just smell the hockey?”

      He laughs. “Oh, yeah.”

      In less than forty hours, the XL Center will be jammed to the rafters with almost twenty thousand screaming fans, but right now the venue is just begging for a Zamboni.

      A Zamboni is that huge tank-like thing they drive around to even out the ice during halftime at a hockey game. It melts the top layer, which almost immediately refreezes as smooth as glass. But I can’t believe I have to describe what a Zamboni is. It’s like describing something you’ve known since the day you were born.

       “A lot can change in three years... it’s unreal”

      Being a Canadian, hockey is our thing. We have it in our blood.

      Sometimes they let a celebrity guest a war hero, beauty-pageant winner, local news anchor, or whatever – ride in the Zamboni. And, until three years ago, that was my definition of celebrity: somebody who gets to ride around in the Zamboni. My definition of a rock star was somebody who gets to ride around in a tour bus.

      A lot can change in three years.

      When I was twelve, my manager, Scott “Scooter” Braun, saw a YouTube video of me performing in a local talent show. When I was fourteen, we joined forces with the recording artist Usher, who was not only one of my heroes but helped introduce me to the world. A few months after my fifteenth birthday, my first single dropped. Now I’m sixteen and about to launch my first tour as a headliner.

      IT’S UNREAL.

      The My World Tour will hit eighty-five cities in the US and Canada – connecting with almost two million fans – all in less than six months. My backup singers, Legaci, my dancers, band and a huge crew are all on the ride with me. It takes eight buses and a whole fleet of eighteen-wheelers to move all the people and equipment.

      WOW!

       “The My World Tour will hit eighty-five cities – connecting with almost two million fans – all in less than six months”

      I make my way across the bus garage with my grandparents, Bruce and Diane Dale, and Kenny Hamilton, personal security ninja and frequent victim of my Xbox 360 powers of annihilation. My mom, Pattie Mallette, teeters along behind us, rocking skinny jeans and high heels. Mom is a trip and she sacrificed everything for me.

      Scooter has already been at the venue for hours, shooting hoops with the roadies and backup dancers between frantic cellphone