This sounded like your dream. You've been fantasizing about his feet for years, but given your tiredness from the concert and the refusal to let your fantasy collide with reality, you didnt want to do this. You have a good life, this could ruin it, simply because of a fantasy.
"I love you so much Justin, I've been a fan of yours for years, but I don't think this is something for me." You say, the words that he just commanded to you not seeping through your head completely.
He looks at you arrogantly, feet still wiggling. After an awkward 30 seconds, you decide to just leave. You stand up." I think it's time for me to go, bye!"
You walk towards the exit door. As you try to open the door, a bodyguard pulls you towards him and knocks you out."
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