Justin Bieber, I’m scared for you.

At the tender age of 16, you are on the verge of “the phase” that transforms every boy into a man, leaving the charm behind and ushering in (pun intended, because you were discovered by Usher) a world of acne, uncomfortably large front teeth, a bigger nose, and an unpredictable voice. Herein lies your problem, my little friend.

The magic of what makes you a worldwide draw is that pure, adorable clean sound that emanates from your mouth and touches the heart of every hormone infested 14-year-old girl from Los Angeles to Scranton. If that beautiful tone is lost to the evil thief of innocence called “puberty”, what will become of your 2-year-old career? Will it be lost forever, or will you pull a Hanson and wait for 8-10 months before you make another public appearance to sing for the masses? 

Yes, the Hanson brothers released a few more albums after they made the switch, but their popularity took a giant hit, not being able to recapture the charming effects of “Mmm Bop”, and they relinquished their teen dream throne for lives of marriage and producing children with their wives before barely escaping their twenties. Will you follow in their footsteps or will you keep the beats coming after transformation takes place?

We shall all see very soon...unless you’re like me and your genetic makeup keeps you in the kid world for way too long, rendering you a laughing stock because you don’t get hair under your arms until the ripe old age of 18.

I’m scared for you, Justin Bieber, but I hold onto the hope that the eventual maturity in your singing voice will make you a better artist and not an awkward one, the likes of which no one has ever seen...with the obvious exception of Lady Gaga.