Dream a Little Dream of Me

I was walking down the hall of this large castle-like building, when I came to some open french doors. Outside on the balcony, standing in the lightly falling snow was Taylor Swift. I was about to walk out to talk with her, when Justin Bieber walks out, wearing his signature purple zip-up hoodie. They talked, they laughed, I watched, not wanting to interupt as most fans would, I have some self-restraint. They walked down the stairs together, Taylor seeming a little upset, she must be upset a lot, some of her songs are really sad. I am a little mad that I missed my chance to meet them, but I really didn't want them thinking I was annoying. I turned around, walked back down the hall, and out the front doors.
Suddenly it was more like summer time, and as I made my way down the walk I saw Taylor Swift standing underneath a tree to my left. I made my way over, she was still looking upset. "Hi Taylor," I said a little sheepishly, "I am a fan, and I just wanted to say thank you for being such a great role model, not just for me, I mean we are the same age, but all those millions of little girls. It is really great." She smiled through her tears and gave me a hug, "You are only the second fan to talk to me as if we are friends, I really appreciate it."
"Let me take a picture of you two," it was Justin Bieber, he had just walked across the grass. I handed him my camera, and we smiled and smiled, and laughed at how my hair and Taylor's looked so similar. I knew this was my chance, I asked if I could get a picture with the Biebs, and he handed my camera to Vanessa from Gossip Girl. A small group of people had made their way over. Taylor was now talking to other people, but Justin fixed his hair and came over to take a picture with me. He insisted he needed to me on my left, because that was his better side. Which was fine with me, because honestly my right side is better for the camera.
"How has your day been?" I asked, I had heard in Never Say Never that he doesn't know why people just won't talk to him instead of all the yelling and squealing that always happens. "Oh it's been pretty good, my mom loaded this book thing onto my phone." "Oh, the kindle app?" I asked, seeing as I am a fan of the books. "What is your favorite book?" I asked, this could be a great conversation. "One about Michael Jordan." Maybe not, I thought to myself, I was really hoping he would have said Harry Potter. But his arm was still around me from the pictures.
During our exchange of words, I was too caught up in that cute little face to notice that Vanessa slipped my camera into her purse. That would have been devastating, considering how many people would be jealous over that picture with Justin Bieber. Luckily, Ashton Kutcher was standing there to notice, and to pull it back out of the purse.

....and then I woke up.