Now He's a Lyricist for Bieber

Story Sent in by Lola:

I drove to a strip mall parking lot to meet Reed. The plan was to have an early dinner followed by ice skating.

When he came up to me he said, "I wrote you a song."

I thought it was very sweet and I asked him, "Can you sing it? I'd like to hear it."

He then took a deep breath and screamed into my face. I shouted and jumped back. He scared me half to death.

When he was done, he bowed low then hurried back to his car and drove away.


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