A LETTER TO YOU BELIEBERS !

Beliebers, every day you will have another chapter about the novel. Thank you girls !! :)

First Chapter: The beginning of the trip.

Sunny day, morning (summer ending...) in the city of Madrid, with 15 years, me (Maria) lived with the "daddies" yet, obviously. One day I heard on TV that Justin Bieber was coming to Madrid (Spain), obviously I was screaming like crazy at that point I talk my friend Sandra: 

- Maria: One of these days I'm going to hug to Justin and we will be happy. 

- Sandra: Chss, don't freak out, Justin is mine! I hug him first! 

What do you expect from us? They were smaller! and wasn't going to spend any of it. Well: WE WENT ... BUT AFTER 1 DAY, THAT'S CRAZY BAHAHA !
We go to the concert at the Palacio de los Deportes, as always, my mother let me go and I had no choice to thank you a hundred thousand times, but it's Justin Bieber so... whatever. I was in my room, getting things ready, when suddenly sounds "Mistletoe" on my phone, it was Sandra (evening): 

- Maria: Hello? 

- Sandra: Belieber! How are you? 

- Mary: Belieber! So good and you? 

- Sandra: Gosh ! From the nerves! Hey, why don't we go and to wait instead of sleep? 

- Maria: Sandra, wait until tomorrow, that it's at night, few persons think missing hours to get to see our beloved! 

- Sandra: Well, okay, and what you'll get? Don't go too pretty, I have to like Justin! 

- Maria: Ok swettie, if you don't know if we will see, but hey I'll not go above you, but then don't fall in love with Justin! 

- Sandra: Yes! Ok, hear is 11:30 p.m, I go to sleep, okay? I love you, Belieber! 

- Maria: I love you too, Sandra. Bye, beautiful! 

When she hung up, I began to speak around the world (via Twitter) to wish me luck, some guys (Sergio and Pelayo) told me that they put on a message when I meet Justin (and I'm saying that I don't send anything, the situation in I was, and I'll tell you later). Then I threw a little time talking with these guys, and also with Veronica and Patricia, other friends who weren't Beliebers. 

When it was 12:00 pm on Thursday, I concluded that ... It was late! And I slept. 

- NEXT CHAPTER: Every time is less for the concert of Justin!