Your head hurts. Your eyes don't seem to work. Or they do, but you're surrounded by darkness. You can move but you bump into a smooth, hard barrier when you try to sit up. You could be in a coffin.
Your heart leaps when a crack of light breaks the lid above you and you find yourself squinting as the harsh glare of daylight pours in on you. And then, when your eyes finally accustom themselves to freedom, you look up to see something incongruous: The image of a young entertainer whose face usually graces billboards and screens everywhere you look, only now that famous clean-cut smile is filling the sky above you as if it's being projected on an IMAX screen.
Justin's eyes fill your vision. Your breath catches in your throat and something jams up in your mind, suspending all thought This is impossible. And yet this is happening. "Wh- Where..." You struggle to find your voice.
Your heart leaps when a crack of light breaks the lid above you and you find yourself squinting as the harsh glare of daylight pours in on you. And then, when your eyes finally accustom themselves to freedom, you look up to see something incongruous: The image of a young entertainer whose face usually graces billboards and screens everywhere you look, only now that famous clean-cut smile is filling the sky above you as if it's being projected on an IMAX screen.
Justin's eyes fill your vision. Your breath catches in your throat and something jams up in your mind, suspending all thought This is impossible. And yet this is happening. "Wh- Where..." You struggle to find your voice.