It was dark. Pitch black. Suddenly, a beam illuminated the room. It was a spotlight, on a boy. I leaned অগ্রবর্তী in my seat, narrowing my eyes for a better view. Wait, that was me. It was me, a few years ago. I was 15. I had flippy hair and an American Apparel hoodie on. I was sitting on a মল with a mic in my hand. All of the lights in the arena flickered on and that’s when I noticed I wasn’t al...one. Thousands of girls were in their seats. They all stood up immediately and started chanting my name. “Justin, Justin, Justin…” Little me had a big smile on his face. “Thank you!” he ব্যক্ত with a squeaky voice. “If it weren’t for আপনি guys I wouldn’t be here!” Little me did a peace sign then walked off stage to my mom.

It went dark.

A beam lit up the stage again. Surprise, surprise. It was me. I was about 17. My hair was cut. I হারিয়ে গেছে all the baby fat on my face. There was a fake smile on my face. I was wearing a leather jacket. The arena lit up again and I noticed there were আরো girls. They chanted my name but I looked to the right. I looked back to the crowd and lifted the mic to my lips. “Swag” I pranced off the stage and into someone’s arms. I squinted my eyes and saw Selena embracing 17 বছর old me in a hug.

It went dark once again.

The spotlight went on the stage. There was a man standing with sunglasses on. No smile on his face. He looked like an older me. His face was আরো chiseled and some stubble lined his cheeks. The arena lit up and I was shocked. Tears filled my eyes when I noticed I was the only one sitting in the audience. Where were the screaming girls? Why wasn’t there anybody here? He took off his sunglasses and looked into the empty seats. A single tear rolled down his cheek, and I realized I was crying too. He walked off the stage where nobody awaited him. A voice took over the speakers. It was 15 বছর old me’s voice. “You’re at the শীর্ষ of the mountain, but who helped আপনি climb there?”

I shot up from my bed, eyes wide open and হৃদয় pounding. What have I done?