"Estella, 45 seconds till the next song!" I roll my eyes as Celeste knocks on my dressing room door. She's always so panicked before a show, and it really irritates me. Just because she's dating Justin doesn't mean she has to try and outshine the rest of us.
Okay, so maybe I am a bit jealous.
Whatever.
I finish my makeup and open the door, groaning inwardly when I see how pretty Celeste looks.
"Do you really have to try so hard?"
She blinks at me, "What do you mean?"
"Never mind." I say as our choreographers, Mariah and Camille, head over with some of the other dancers.
"Come on, girls!" Mariah takes our arms.
"Showtime!" Camille skips alongside us.
Seriously, I wonder if those girls ever have periods. They're always so happy and bouncy and annoying.
As always, my bad attitude disappears once I step onstage. From here on out, I'm running on pure adrenaline.


For once, I'm still pretty happy when I come offstage after the concert ends. I catch sight of Justin congratulating the band and crew and walk over.
"Great show, Justin."
He turns around and smiles, "You too." His smile fades for a moment as his eyes roam. However much I may like him, it's never okay with me when a guy checks me out.
"Bye." His eyes snap back up to my face, "Oh.. bye."
I wave and hurry through the crew, almost colliding with a group of girls holding backstage passes. One of them sees me, "Estella La Sanchez? Oh my gosh, it's you!" Her friends look confused as she asks me for an autograph.
"Hey! Justin's over there." They squeal and follow the direction I point in. I watch them, then hear something that automatically makes my skin crawl.
"I cannot believe I gave up a One Direction concert for this!"
And the next thing I know, I send out this Tweet:
@HarryStyles: You're nothing but a ugly, talentless fag with no worth. I'll laugh at your funeral and dance on your grave. Why don't you try to get some real talent? #BieberFTW

It's started.

Notes

Sorry for how short it is, I'm just lacking inspiration. Hopefully I'll edit later today!