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| As good as Justin Bieber |
“You’re
as good as Justin Bieber!” the girl squealed.
Luke gaped at her. “Did you just …” he started to say.
Janet grabbed his arm
and forced a smile. “Sorry, girls, but we have to get going. We have to prepare
for our next show,” she said, to the throng of teenaged girls closing in on
them, all of whom were practically drooling over Luke, much to his distress and
now he was royally insulted.
“Oh,
we’ll love to hear all the songs again,” the second girl said.
“I’d never heard them before,”
the third girl said, jumping on her toes.
“Not even Justin Bieber
sing them!” the first girl said again.
Janet felt Luke stiffen
by her side and she clamped down harder, lest he do something stupid, like hit
the girl upside the head. “Well, if you like them, you’ll love the next show.
All new songs!”
The girls squealed with
delight.
“You can always buy the
CD of our performance, which should be out soon. You just subscribe to Luke’s
new website and then you’ll get a notice when it’s available for purchase.
Okay, thanks!” Janet said pleasantly and half dragged Luke away, steering him
behind the bandstand.
“That girl did not just
compare me to Justin Bieber!” Luke said, fuming mad.
“No, she didn’t,” Janet
said soothingly, looking all over for Alana.
“I am not a spoiled
brat Hollywood punk!” he yelled.
