Are you here for Justin Bieber?” asks the girl with the pink glittery eyeshadow, dangling her feet off the wall outside the Royal Garden Hotel in Kensington, west London. “Er, sort of…” I stutter. “Did you tell anyone you were coming?” she continues, eyeing me suspiciously. “Just my photographer,” I reply. “What?” she screeches, landing on the pavement in front of me. “Are you from the papers? Are you interviewing Justin? Can you get into his hotel?” A manic look spreads across her face. “Can you get me into his hotel?” Suddenly I am surrounded by a swarm of girls. “What room’s he staying in?” “Will you give him a message?” One of them grabs my pen. “Please write my name down!” “Give him my Twitter address!” “Tell Justin I love him!”
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