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Personal Narrative-The Night Of Bieber
The Night of Bieber
I looked up and there he was singing my favorite song. The whole stadium was roaring like a lion. My friend Sam and I were screaming “baby, baby, baby oh”. We jumped like everyone else. The stadium was shaking. My mom fastened my arm rapidly. There was sweat dripping down my friend Sam’s forehead like a waterfall. When the song ended, that is when everything settled down a bit and my mom then released my arm. Which made me feel a little bit less distressed. A girl was screaming on the top of her lungs to a song that I detested. Her voice sounded like my alarm clock that morning. My brother Justin seriously disliked her. Everyone looked around rapidly to try to find this girl and tell her to stop, but we had no luck. I
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