Sorry for the wait! I've been busy with school, and then the holidays. This chapter is a little short, and I lied again. JUSTIN WILL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, I PROMISE!!! He's mentioned in this one though!

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Months had passed since that day. I'd since signed a three-album contract with CherryTree. That pretty much meant I had to give them three albums, if they sold then we'd talk about extending that contract to more albums.

I'd also begun recording my first album, and I was almost done. My mom still didn't like what was happening, but that was just my mom. She never really liked anything I did, even if it was something productive like making an album.

Today was the same day I always got on the internet and tried replying to my hundreds of comments and messages. It was really hard to do that, especially when as you're replying, more come in! Or, at least it was that way with Twitter. But, I loved my fans and had to be nice to them.

But, all my friends were angry with me now. They didn't like how I was getting this "fame". I wasn't sure if they were jealous or just mad because I had no time to hang out at the mall anymore. But, nevertheless, we were fighting.

When I walked into the house, I threw the car keys in the bowl, and grabbed a Coca-Cola. When I sat down at my laptop, I realized I didn't have as many messages. Management, I decided, and silently thanked them. If they didn't do that every once in a while, I probably would have gone insane a while ago. Or maybe I already am insane and just imagining this whole thing up.

When I logged into my personal email, I noticed an email from my manager. I opened it up and read the words.

With each word my eyes couldn't help but get wider and wider.

Was this possible? How could my life get any better?

Dear Sydney,

We are pleased to inform you that CherryTree records made the decision on who you will open on tour with. As you know, you could have headlined, however we want to widen your fan base even more before doing that. Therefore, we chose an act that would be sure to win you some fans. His is already a big fan base, so you will definitely get some fans.

Starting next week, you will be doing your schooling through internet correspondence as you go on the MY WORLD tour with Justin Bieber.

Thank you for your hard work in this album.

If I knew I'd get someone knocking on my door, I probably would have screamed. Was this seriously happening?

I suddenly yelped, "Ow!" Okay, the pinch definitely didn't work—I'm definitely awake.

"I'm going on tour with Justin Bieber. I'm going on tour with Justin Bieber," I kept mumbling to myself. Suddenly I jumped up and screamed, "I'm going on tour with Justin Bieber!"

With this much excitement going on, I almost missed my comments loading up from my MySpace page. After moments of dancing the Thriller dance—may MJ live in peace—I sat back down and looked at a few.

"Sydney, so glad to hear you going on tour with JB! I can't wait to see you in West Virginia!"

News was spreading this fast? How was that possible?

I closed my eyes for a moment, just trying to calm my ecstatic heart. I was probably going to have a heart attack if it didn't settle soon. Behind my eyes, I could just imagine what was going to happen when Justin saw me again.

One: he was going to look me up and down before deciding if I'm worthy to share his stage.

Two: he's going to laugh outright when I tell him about me being the only girl who didn't rush up and hug him when he came to a local concert.

And three: he was probably going to get the scare of his life when I pass out from excitement.

What? Hello, I'm meeting one of my inspirations as an artist; you can't expect me not to pass out!

After looking at more comments—surprisingly only a few mentioned me touring with Justin—and replying to all that I could, I yawned and logged off. It was, again, tiring to reply to so many after a while.

"Sydney, I'm home!"

I groaned aloud. Mom was home. On top of that, she sounded way too happy about something. I shut off the computer and stood up to stretch before heading to get some food from the kitchen.

Once I was inside the kitchen, I saw Mom slamming cabinets while trying to find something.

I asked unemotionally, "What are you looking for?"

Mom sighed before replying, "I can't find the damned stash of cigarettes I keep hidden. You haven't touched them have you?"

I growled and snapped, "Mom, I've only ever tried a cigarette once and I promised never to again. And, by the way, you stuffed them in the medicine cabinet like always."

"Thanks, darling," she said sweetly before opening one of the cigarette packs. She put one into her mouth before motioning for me to follow her outside onto the porch. I rolled my eyes, but followed nonetheless. Sitting down on the concrete, she turned to me and waited for something.

I asked exasperated, "What?"

"When were you going to tell me you were leaving for tour next week? When I signed to let you do this, Sydney, I said on the condition you told me when things were," Mom said finally. A pregnant silence had happened before then.

I replied coldly, "Mom, I didn't even know about it until today, so stop complaining."

Mom breathed a deep puff of smoke before exclaiming, "I will not stop complaining. Since this has started, you've been nothing but a diva in this house! Well, the bullshit has got to stop. If you don't clean up this attitude of yours, I won't let you go on tour next week!"

"What? Mom, that's totally unfair," I replied. I stood up angrily before stomping inside. Yes, I was throwing a hissy fit. Yes, I just pretty much told my mom off without actually doing so. And, yes, I was probably never going to get to go to that tour now.

This day had just turned from awesome to horrible in a matter of minutes.