Reborn to Rewrite the Spotlight

Chapter 2: The First Steps of a Star

March 1994 – Stratford, Ontario

Age: 3 months

Life as a baby was humbling. My advanced mind, trapped in this fragile body, struggled with the simplest of tasks. Every sound I made was either a gurgle or a wail. Pattie was always there, her warm hands cradling me, her soothing voice singing lullabies that I remembered from my old life as Justin Bieber.

But this wasn't the Justin Bieber I knew. This time, I would ensure her sacrifices weren't in vain. I wouldn't allow history to paint her as a single mother struggling alone.

Pattie's Perspective

Justin was a miracle, my little miracle. At three months, his giggles were the highlight of my days. Despite the sleepless nights and endless diapers, there was something extraordinary about him.

He was alert in ways most babies weren't. He'd stare into my eyes as if trying to understand me, like he knew something I didn't. It was comforting and unsettling all at once.

"Mom, you've got a genius on your hands," my best friend Diane teased as she watched Justin reach for the toy piano she'd gifted him. His tiny fingers pressed a few keys, and to my surprise, the sounds weren't random. They had a rhythm.

Justin's Perspective

The piano. It was one of the few toys that didn't frustrate me. Even in this tiny body, my fingers itched for the keys. My movements were clumsy, but the sound brought a flood of memories—concerts, recording sessions, and the passion that made Justin Bieber a household name.

I pressed the keys again, focusing on forming a simple tune. Pattie gasped behind me.

"He's just three months old!" Diane exclaimed.

If only they knew.

June 1994 – Stratford, Ontario

Age: 6 months

Jeremy's visits were sporadic. When he came by, it was clear he didn't know how to connect with a baby. Still, he tried.

One afternoon, he arrived with a small guitar in hand—a miniature version of his own. "Thought maybe the kid would like this someday," he said awkwardly, placing it in the corner of the living room.

I stared at it, my heart pounding. The guitar. I'd been waiting for this moment.

Jeremy's Perspective

I didn't know what to expect when I brought the guitar. Maybe it was guilt—knowing I wasn't around as much as I should be—or maybe it was a way of giving him something I never had growing up.

But the way Justin looked at that guitar…it was like he recognized it. Like he was drawn to it.

"You'll grow into it, little man," I said, ruffling his soft hair.

Justin's Perspective

Grow into it? I didn't have the luxury of waiting. That guitar was more than a toy; it was a symbol of everything I needed to reclaim.

December 1994 – Stratford, Ontario

Age: 10 months

By now, my body was more cooperative. I could crawl quickly, and standing wasn't the impossible task it had been just months ago. The guitar, though oversized for my tiny hands, was no longer just a decoration.

Pattie watched me with wide eyes as I dragged it across the floor, plucking at the strings. The sound was rough, far from the melodies I once played, but it was a start.

"He's not even a year old, and he's already obsessed," Pattie said with a laugh, though there was pride in her voice.

I knew she couldn't understand what drove me, but she didn't need to. All I needed was her love and support.

Pattie's Perspective

There was something special about my boy. At ten months, he was already showing signs of being gifted. Whether it was the toy piano or Jeremy's guitar, he had a natural pull toward music.

I didn't know what the future held, but I knew one thing: I'd do everything in my power to give Justin the life he deserved.

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Chapter 2 focuses on Justin's early months, showcasing his innate connection to music, his parents' evolving roles, and the foreshadowing of his future as a prodigy. It reflects both the innocence of infancy and the determination of a soul with unfinished business.