Free Justin Bieber by Justin Bieber

rap scene right then, the rising star everybody (including Eminem) was talking about.
    He was like, “I’m gonna watch you, bro. I don’t want you splashing money around and getting into the nice things. You gotta stay humble about it.”
    “It’s cool, Asher. I’ll just have people walking behind throwing flower petals everywhere I go,” I joked.
    Scooter had the kitchen send out a big chocolate cake, and, when it came to the table, he stood up and announced to the whole place, “Everybody? Hey, may I have your attention, please? This young man has just signed a record deal with Island Def Jam!”
    This was Atlanta, musical center of the universe, in a restaurant owned by Ludacris. Everybody sitting there knew how huge this was. The whole place broke out in cheers and whistling.
    It was embarrassing – like when the waiters come out and sing “Happy Birthday” or whatever – but, after all we’d been throughtogether, it was a great moment. We’d really gotten to be a family. That made it a little easier to think about leaving Stratford. Mom and I went home and started making plans to move to Atlanta. Neither of us could believe how far we’d come. And it blew both our minds to think about how far we might go.
    “There was only one thing I really wanted to know: ‘Will the bus have an Xbox?’”
    I was eager to get on with it. I was writing songs and playing music all the time, dying to get into the recording studio, itching with that about-to-bungee-jump-off-a-bridge feeling. I tried to keep my mouth shut about it at school, because here’s the thing about telling people you’re about to bungee-jump off a bridge – or do anything else that seems different or big or outside of what people usually do – your real friends will be like, “Dude! That’s awesome!” Other people will look at you like you’re an idiot and point out all the things that might go wrong. And the people who are the least happy with their own lives will hope that the cord breaks and you fracture your skull.
    But, as Scooter said, that’s about them, not you.
    “I was dying to get into the recording studio”
A MOVING EXPERIENCE
    I spent another summer busking in front of the Avon Theatre and started ninth grade at Northwestern Secondary School, still waiting for that growth spurt, competing with the twelfth-grade athletes, the Goliaths.
    Mom worked through all the paperwork you need to move to the United States from Canada, which is a lot more complicated than you might think. She sold all our stuff, and we moved in with Grandpa and Grandma, which was probably more fun for me than it was for Mom and Grandma. Nerves got frayed.
    Weeks turned into months. This was probably the hardest part of the whole thing: waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Finally, everything was in place. We said goodbye to Grandpa and Grandma and all our friends – everything we’d ever thought of as home – and headed for Atlanta with nothing but our clothes and my guitar.
    Carin and Scooter went scouting around Asher’s neighborhood and found a house for us a block from his place so we’d be able to hang out. It was all so last minute Scooter even had to sign the lease for the house in his name so we didn’t end uplosing the place. Our first night in town, we stayed with Carin’s mom and dad, and the next day Scooter took us shopping and let Mom put furniture and other household necessities on his credit card.

    “Mama Jan has become one of the most important people in my life”
    Now it was time to get down to business.
    Usher set me up with Jan Smith – Mama Jan – who also happens to be his vocal coach. She only takes on big acts, but she took me on because Usher pleaded my case. She’s one of the greatest people in the whole world, like a second mom to all of us, and she’s become one of the most important people in my life. She doesn’t mess around, and I don’t even think about pranking her or pulling any kind of crap.
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