Agustina observed Billy's csses every day; her pce was secluded for now, to ehat the teachers fulfilled their part of the deal. She took a part-time job at a neer. "It wasn't good for a superstar's mom to have mediocre jobs, image" were some of the words she repeated over and over. The part-time job at a library was better than any other job she could have gotten. Regur pay, little work, and she could read books in her spare time. Why did she work? Fustina, it was degrading not to work and use Billy's money. Having a free roof over their heads and some extra cash every month was enough.

  She went downstairs to the seventh floor to get to Atnta Records, wearing a long bck jacket, wool socks, boots, a coat, and a long-sleeved shirt, but she was freezing.

  -Good m, - Agustina said cheerfully to all the staff she crossed paths with, sighing as the cold disappeared upoering the building. She had to wait for her son, who would be practig to assess his progress. Normally, this would only happen on Sundays, Billy's day off.

  She climbed the stairs to the sed floor; the entrao the produ rooms was on the sed floor, and the third floor housed some offices, but the sed floor was where the magic happened.

  -Good m, Tom. How's everything going? I hope the improvements are outstanding, - Agustina asked about her son's dition as everyone was cordially reviewing Billy's recs.

  -I 't say anything, Mrs. Carson, but the kid sounds great, - Tom replied.

  -I'm gd to hear that; he's been w very hard, - Agustina murmured, taking a seat. Billy pyed from 2 p.m. to nine or ten at night, from guitar to singing, sometimes piano; the routied itself over and over, trying to find that his skills needed improvement, acc to the test versations he had with Jerry.

  -You sound great, kid. Try to breathe deeply in some stanzas; you lose strength. The mistake is slight and not visible to the naked eye; it's better to correct it now; ter it will be a problem, - Mike, a music producer in charge of sound, produ, aing. For now, he was the one doing the work for Billy regarding his music.

  -I'll take the shot, just let me rest; I'm exhausted, - Billy said from his chair; the day was dragging on, even lohan his study hours. Where are the parties? The women? Because, I've been singing for three months, studying non-stop, and there's nothing but pressed boredom.

  -Rest for a while, kid; you o repeat four songs, and the first one you have breathing problems with. -

  -Yeah, yeah, whatever you say; just let me calm down, - Billy said, cheg his state.

  State.

  Billy Carson.

  Singing: (69/80) Level 4: semi-professional. * forty points

  Piano: (12/20) level 2. Novice

  Guitar: (9/40) level 3. Student. * increased guitar skill to level 3.

  Grade: worldwide.

  378/8,340,000

  Numbers: followers.

  2,809,044

  ...

  -You have twenty minutes. -

  He improved his singing skill by forty points, singing every Friday and Saturday in bars in New York, and afterward, he took singing lessons every day. At least his guitar level increased to level 3. If he practices enough, it's possible to take it to level 4 before June and sing to level 5 for iional festivals. He eagerly awaits summer, Europe, parties, women, and everything he missed out on in these years.

  As the number of followers didn't increase, it even deed; it reviously at 810,000, and now it's at 809,000. That just shows that his followers could drop. It's novel but very dangerous. What does it take for a fan to always remember your songs no matter the time, situation, and pce? Even the big stars were fotteime.

  He started imitating, a solution and advice given by Jessica Filiman. Great artists have their performao y the foundations of ay. You have to uand what led the artists to that identity.

  fused?

  It's the singer's career.

  -Mom, what a joy to have you here, - Billy ented.

  -My little ohey have you w non-stop, - Agustina responded, caressing Billy.

  -Yes, Mom, I need sagna to survive, maybe some pizza, to ease this bndness I'm feeling. I 't go on like this, - Billy pined in his mother's arms, who only made promises of food.

  -We'll buy the ingredients at the supermarket on our way home, - Agustina ehinking that there was frozen ground beef in the fridge; they only needed cheese, pasta, and something for the sauce. They'll buy bread, perhaps a sad to plement lunch.

  -Thank you, Mom. I was waiting for Mr. Jerry to mention that since spring is approag, they'll be doing some certs in nearby areas. Nothing big; it'll be a kind of mini-tour, through three cities to give reition to my music career. They'll iher singers. For now, I hope to share the stage with one or two bands, - Billy ented.

  -Sounds great, - Agustina said.

  -More tha, the pay is incredible. It's 5,50, which means 37,000 at the end of the certs. We afford an apartment in Los Angeles, just like you wanted! - Billy said.

  -Wow, that's a lot of money, son, but you don't have to worry about that. Your mom has everything sorted out. It's better to wait a bit. I have some savings, and if we do the job well, we move to a nice residential area, - Agustina ented.

  -You still want to live in Staten Isnd. I don't think it's a good pce, - Billy ented.

  -It's safe, and a nice pce to live, but I'm also thinking about buying in Manhattan. Prices are through the roof, - Agustiioned, despo.

  -I have a possible solution, but we have to wait. I'm still selling records, and we've made a lot of money from it. It's just that it's in my trust fund until it matures for the right purchases, - Billy ented, nodding in thought.

  -A house is better, something quiet. Silence is pleasant when you breathe it all the time. Let's keep at it until we find what we're looking for, - Agustina said.

  -I have to go back to the studio, - Billy said, returning to his identity as a singer.

  -No problem, I'll wait here, -

  The song by Gorilz started pying; the rap had improved a bit. He didn't know. It sounded good.

  ...