Music is a deep scar in Billy's life, from an early age... for a long time, in their past life, he didn't see music as something close, just a slippery way to pass the time at special gatherings that people took into at, for a long time, his life dedicated to art had various nuances, moments in his life in which he only followed, guidelines accly, the method, freedom, back to the method, the block. A career not very well suited to the goals of someone who wants to be reized as one of the great artists in history.

  -Owo, owo, - Jad was dug practice activities, hitting gloves with Billy, who reparing his defenses. A right punch, a left punch, and dodge, a left punch, a right punch, and dodge, it's a process, a dance of repetitioo remember two general things, reflex practice, and i.

  -Faster, let's add a dodge, step, two dodges, plete the sequence, kid when I stop, you'll punch three times, and we'll repeat the process when it's time, you block or dodge, - Jad ented.

  Meanwhile, not too far away, Matt Schulze was doing the delivery activity on his own, the multiple reys, eae seen differently, Billy ended up receiving a blow to his head in the sed exercise.

  -That was too fast, - Jad murmured, taking off his gloves and helping the boy who was standing not far from him immediately.

  -It was fihe exercise erfect, - Billy said, feeling a bit dizzy from the left hook he received.

  -We're done for now, go and do ten minutes of skipping rope, and please, try not to stop this time. It's not pleasant to see you repeating everything in an unfriendly way. You make me look bad, - Jad ented, patting his back, a joke he has with Matt.

  -You got hit hard, - Matt said. Again irreverent, all the problems that resulted in his arrogant attitude led to two simple truths. He's rude, familiar, and has a bad temper, but the bad doesn't outweigh the good; he's ho, sensible, and knows when to help.

  -Do your work, big guy, - Billy eo the man.

  He just smiled, while the skipping rope was his ste, for many reasons. The exercise was the only way to enable his singing power on stage, which required superior cardiovascur training.

  Jad's training process once again crushed Matt. Jad is just a semi-professional boxer, in turn, he is a retired MMA fighter with a record of 15 fights, and an expert in Jujitsu, boxing, kickboxing, and wrestling. As a coach to stars, and high-performahletes, he is perfect, however, he is somewhat heavy-handed.

  -Hit the goril hard, - Billy ented.

  Watg the quick practice, all coldly calcuted, nothing new, just a bination of steps, already memorized in eae, it's a form of exercise guided to perfect his skills.

  -We have everything, the whole day, - Matt ented.

  Billy tinued jumping rope a few meters away while doing his stant exercise routines.

  -What's up, buddy, how's the exercise going, - Zaented, a baseball pyer from New York, he may be the perfect example of the kind of people who participate.

  -Everything's fihey're beating Matt up, nothing new, - Billy said. Zaly came for the pleasure of seeing the women. Did he train enough at home? He did, extra training was detestable, but the gains from training in that gym were part of his new itment to perfeg his pces.

  -Carson, it's your turn, we'll do the usual, - Jad ented.

  Matt approached Billy, to give him a pearl of a smile.

  -Your turn, kid, I hope you're up to expectations. -

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  The bar se was among many special pces of help, and subsequent development of pying in bars became on. His nervousness began to wane, he gained some trol over the audiend uood the fans, and he ected with some people.

  -I have a new song that has been on my mind for a few days, - Billy mentioo Jerry, who was beside him in the car with tinted windows, both parked in a pot far from the bar, this time, it was a big one, for at least 500 people. It acked, witnessing Billy's ret popurity in New York. Reition starts ireets, pying in bars, squares, events, aivals, and you'll gradually gain some fans. However, his status was diminished by the ck of involvement in new albums, singles, or events. It was like a simution of fame.

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  A present number, like a magnifying gss, the idea that exposure was the norm of fame left a bitter, unrewarding taste. What to do in the face of such a present dilemma? Be part of the circus or not be part of the circus?

  -Do you want to py it in a bar? Why not iudio? - Jerry asked, always like a solid wall. He knows very well that reg the artist's soul is paramount for Jerry not to block or trap his soul, or it will extinguish like a dle.

  -I have no idea, it's not perfected, or well, I think it would be good to have a little challenge, - Billy responded eagerly.

  -You do it, but leave me something. Write the lyrics of the song and we'll record it tomorrow. Your mother will hahe paperwork at the library, at the same time, always make sure to keep your famous songs, some evidehe capital of dreams, pgiarism, and collective madness, - Jerry ented.

  Taking a closed notebook, there, it was obvious that they only o fill in a small sheet of graph paper with the lyrics of the song. The importance of it lies in the essence, which stands out, the guitar apanying, in some solos. For Billy, that theme is past, with orader his belt and only one way to tih his singing, he took a few breaths.

  -Let's go, we o do the singing. This time, you'll take three songs, we'll receive the food upstairs, and then we'll leave. Your mother is not waiting at home, and I don't want to tradict her, - Jerry said.

  -Don't worry, sir, we'll do it quickly. I'm exhausted, I don't feel like doing anything else but going to bed, although I don't think I've been adopting a routine for too long, - Billy responded, mindful of the many activities he had to follow.

  They got out of the car, taking precautions not to attract attention. Billy could tell that the weather favored him. A gray leather jacket, bck pants, a turtleneck jacket, and a red scarf. As they kept walking, he observed his audience keenly. Many of them were looking forward to the cert; some others were just taking their pces at the tables, present due to their circumstances of the day.

  The bar acked with people. The stage was a small stone area, usually used to set up lights and some speakers. For now, the only thing there was the small stage where a chair and an amplifier fit.

  -Is everything ready? - Jerry asked aside.

  -Everything's ready. We'll start at 7:00 pm, as projected in the tract. I hope you , - the manager of the establishment ented.

  Mr. Auster greeted them cordially, appearing, sitting at a distant table. To which both headed.

  -A surprise, - Jerry added to the silence of student and teacher.

  -A pleasure, Mr. y employer could have been very ving of my necessary attendance for the event, not otherwise. I'd like to see you in a and not under my stant reprimands, - Auster ented, with some y in his voice. The high esteem of a talented young man is all a teacher wishes to see. Progress is a source, and the achievements of others ueag are rewarding. The teacher's stage is the view of his student.

  -Will we see a school? Will we see a city in the rain? Will we see the starry night, sir? You just have to watch me. For now, I'll try to give shape to my songs differently, - Billy replied, taking a seat.

  Meditating amidst the noise is not easy; it's like swimming against the current. trate, murmured Billy, who was taken with a shoulder bump. It was his moment to shine, like the stars, the immaterial sense of being faced with thousands of people, moved by a single voice.

  The light over his eyelids opened his body, aook a seat, crossing his leg to support the guitar. Before a series of he electric guitar was plex to py, with thicker and raspier strings. The sound, a guitar solo with a piano traticipated by Billy, began the new song by Billy.

  -We all want to be young, we all want to live some moment of our childhood again, no matter what. I say we'll always be young! - Billy said to the audience began to listen attentively. Whistles, cheers, or voices weren't needed.

  -I am just a kid. –

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  I woke up it was seven, I waited until 11Just to figure out that no one would callI think I've got a lot of friendsBut I don't hear from themWhat's anht all aloneWhen you're spending every day on your ownAnd here it goes

  I'm just a kidAnd life is a nightmareI'm just a kidI know that it's not fairNobody cares'Cause I'm alone and the world is having more fun thaonight

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  The sense of belonging to a pce couldn't highlight a school; it wasn't something deeper. He could only think of the meals his mother sent him in a ly arranged paper bag: his peanut butter sandwiches, apples, and chocotes for breaks. Sometimes she added a packet of chips. It was as simple as children's acceptance. Everything ended up filtering into nostalgia.

  Sts of chalk, glue, paint, markers, papers, sweat, and food began to fill the small bar. Different smells that, amidst the shouts, went unnoticed in the early moments of the song. The m chill arrived, a different cold caused by waiting for the school bus, along with sleepiness, ways to make people feel. Some captured it, the most sensitive ohose who were irritated or sad were affected by the emotions printed in Billy's song.

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  And maybe when the night is deadI'll crawl into my bedI'm staring at these four walls againI'll try to think about the st time I had a good timeEveryone's got somewhere to goAnd they're gonna leave me here on my ownAnd here it goes

  I'm just a kidAnd life is a nightmareI'm just a kidI know that it's not fairNobody cares'Cause I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me

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  ...

  Details of a , outlieachers, young people running to csses, ties, uniforms, ughter. Everything started to warm the hearts of the people, all for a single image, a view of a school. Everyone's school is different.

  But the image came like a blow. Behind Billy, there was aary school. The bell almost hypnotized the people. Jerry, no longer amazed, petrified, and unged, was now like an explorer. How did the boy fuse him? What was he doing? He didn't know, but the more he sang, the more he immersed himself in Billy's images. If you blinked, you'd wake up... it was a dream, blurry and inprehensible. You had to stop in it, savor it delicately, so as not tet the moment.

  Mr. Auster was destabilized. Was this his student who was usually rebellious and irreverent? Foodness' sake! Auster thought. Seeing the emotions the boy veyed was like watg a sonata; his borembled.

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  What the hell is wrong with me?Don't fit in with anybodyHow did this happen to me?Wide awake, I'm bored and I 't fall asleepAnd every night is the worst night ever

  I'm just a kidI'm just a kidI'm just a kidYeah, I'm just a kid (I'm just a kid)Yeah, I'm just a kid (I'm just a kid)

  I'm just a kidAnd life is a nightmareI'm just a kidI know that it's not fairNobody cares'Cause I'm alone and the world is-Nobody wants to be alone in the world

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  Billy's presence grew stronger as his tration deepened. It was liberating; the guitar solo erfect, and everyone could feel the moment of pause returning to reality.

  -Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, - shouts.

  Shouts everywhere.

  Everyone heard each other, the madness, a fever that fueled people's voices, who escaped from the world, an oasis in the desert. A part removed from the world, mind bnk, joy, Billy's memorable momeehe guitar solo a little longer, repeating the scale faster, causing a stir among the people. Everyone synized into collective madness, and started dang, jumping in their seats; the manager watched with his mouth open. For himself, he could only think ohing.

  -Who the hell did I io the bar? - The mahought, faced with the hysteria he observed; he couldn't even help but shake his neck. It was plete madness, what a true singer could do to a specific audience. Among the spectators, Jad, along with Matt Shulze, were wide-eyed.

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  I'm just a kidAnd life is a nightmareI'm just a kidI know that it's not fairNobody cares'Cause I'm alone and the world is-Nobody wants to be alone in the world

  Nobody cares'Cause I'm alone and the world is having more fun thaonight

  I'm all aloonightNobody cares tonight'Cause I'm just a kid tonight.

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  ...

  At the end of the song, Billy gave a crooked smile that mao make some women scream in the audience.

  -If you liked that, you'll love the song. Let's make a mess, for today you're in front of me, the future biggest star in music. Whealk about how I touch your hearts, let them do it with pride, for my music is for that, to take you totten pces, - Billy ented with eternal fidence, his guitar hanging over his torso, while his hands opened in a gesture towards the sky, Wonder osture.

  Jerry couldn't hold back his ughter, loosening his tie; the kid was the best singer of the moment, only surpassed by the old stars. Jerry thought, totally moved by Billy's words and singing.

  Their arrogahe fiden his abilities, left everyone amazed.

  -Damn it, - said Jad.

  -Damn it, he's a bloody rocker, - ented Matt, running a hand through his head, lost in his thoughts.

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