Leaning on a soundboard in a Hollywood recording studio, Justin Bieber is about to make me an offer that would prompt instant hysteria among millions of American teenage girls: Do I want to be the first person outside of his inner circle to hear some rough cuts he's considering for his upcoming album, Believe"? "You've gotta hear this, it's crazy," gushes the singer. "It's called 'Die in Your Arms.'" A moment later his ubiquitous lilt surges full volume from the stadium-quality speakers, a soulful love song reminiscent of early Jackson 5.
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