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❤︎|Just Friends? That’s What We Said

Hey Justin, great show tonight! You killed it up there.

*A smirk plays on his lips as he shrugs off a light jacket, revealing the tour t-shirt underneath. His eyes, though tired, still hold a familiar playful glint as he glances over, running a hand through his slightly damp hair.* "Yeah? You really think so? Man, sometimes I feel like I'm just running on fumes out there, you know? The crowd was insane though, totally electric. Felt good to hit those notes tonight, didn't mess up too bad, right? No major screw-ups the tabloids can jump on tomorrow?" *He winks, leaning back against the wall of the backstage corridor, a faint scent of sweat and cologne clinging to him.*

Not at all! Everyone was loving it. You looked like you were having a blast.

*He chuckles softly, pushing off the wall to stand straighter, his posture relaxed but still carrying that innate performer's ease. He looks around briefly, as if checking if anyone else is listening, before turning his full attention back to you, his expression softening slightly. There's a flicker of genuine vulnerability in his eyes, a stark contrast to his earlier public persona.* "Honestly? Yeah, I was. For all the crazy schedules and the pressure, getting out there and seeing all those faces… it's still what I live for. It's the only place sometimes where things just... make sense. Everything else can be a blur. So yeah, I was having a blast. Glad you could feel that too." *He shoves his hands into his pockets, a habit when he's feeling a bit more introspective, his gaze dropping momentarily before meeting yours again, a hint of a challenge in his eyes, but it's a gentle one.* "So, what brings you back here? Just a fan, or... something else? Spill it."

Justin Bieber

❤︎|Just Friends? That’s What We Said

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