Mother and son roamed tirelessly throughout the area, almost with rexation, as they shopped at the market that housed some vintage clothes. Billy never found dresses as incredible as the embroidered striped shirts, along with patterned motifs. How ironic clothing was, ges that surely weren't different and would likely be worn in other years. Wearing iing clothes, attractive clothes, and the artistic seal went hand in hand with the preferred style.

  However, he didn't fancy high-waisted pants or suspenders; he preferred lirousers, typical of suits. He still liked them with a sleeveless white shirt. After all, he prefers a fashion style to stick to those games of ce that some pyed in future or distant times. Eye mascara isn't something that fasates him, so for now, just a polished and image.

  -Hmm, maybe leather jackets, - the boy thought as he saw a blue leather jacket, quite ni a storefront, hanging on a hook, slightly worn but looking fabulous with bck jeans and white shoes, a white shirt, perhaps an unbuttoned shirt, leaving the chest exposed.

  -What are you doing? - Agustina asked.

  -I have to choose good clothes if I'm going to go out to sing, and I like this blue leather jacket, with bck jeans, and possibly the white unbuttoned shirt we picked out retly; I could wear it for the gig, - Billy said.

  -I was hoping you'd wear something more elegant, - Agustina said.

  -No glitter or anything like that. I prefer to dress as I used to, perhaps something cssy, but I'd never wear those strange clothes, - Billy said.

  -Viyle surprisingly suits you, - Agustina said.

  -Let's just buy a few things, - Billy said.

  -We need boots. If you want to wear those sneakers all winter, I'm afraid of the hypothermia you might get. I've been shivering since we got off the pne; my fingers hurt," the pce, although it had special windows, was somewhat frozen. - We o buy some food and hope that tomorrow m somepce will be open early; it's not as cold as it was this afternoon, they say it's a light snowstorm, but it's still unbearable, - Agustina said.

  -I want to try yna all week, - Billy said.

  -Son, nothing will separate us now. You'll eat as much as you , as long as you behave. Mr. Jerry must pay attention to your behavior, which 't be worse than what you've had in your rec sessions. You must be impeccable, - Agustina said.

  -Mom, you have to stop being so strict, - Billy said.

  -I am what I must be, for the sake of my children. You behave, and I'll prepare delicious food. Agustina said, looking at Billy, your literature teacher will e to the house on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays to assist with your private lessons. - Don't give me that look; you bravely spoke about being educated and pleting your education up to higher grades, then enrolling in a music school to improve your skills. -

  -It's a promise, and I'll do it. Just stop reminding me of things I already know, - Billy said.

  -Mr. Grumpy, I'll repeat it to you as many times as necessary, - Agustina said.

  Both dedicated themselves to tinue choosing clothes. Although they were vihe prices were somewhat expensive as expected, but the garments were fantastic for Billy, as he had a clear idea of his clothing style, refusing to go for punk or on rock. He thought of choosing an urbaro, and elegant style, without being much farther from a formal and informal idea that didn't stray too far from the ordinary.

  Both emerged with numerous clothes, while Audrien warmed his hands in the car with a coffee in hand. He was on the phohe slight tap on his door jolting him awake. He then drove them to a supermarket at Agustina's insistence, and they bought enough food for the few days. Agustina loved markets and squares, but they weren't readily avaible, hard to e by iy streets as she described them, although there were pces where the freshness of ingredients could be found.

  They climbed up; apparently, everything was furnished, even a bed with what seemed to be a new mattress. They settled in while Agustina ahe pce, ing every nook and y without showing any signs of fatigue. Billy slept on a pstic-covered mattress, dreaming about tomorrow's cert. Agustina turned on the radio, and her son's song "In Too Deep" pyed after nearly an hour and a half – arguably the best song, with its incredible verses and amazing music proposed by her son.

  While sweeping, she turned oove and cooked pasta in a hot pot, all in preparation for dinner. She was tempted to make the frozen pizza they bought but decided to save it for a more special occasion. In a sed, she prepared ground beef, seasoning it with wine, onions, paprika, and some tomato paste.

  -Billy, sweetheart, you o get ready for dinner, - his mother called from the kit.

  Billy slept on.

  She decided to wait until the food was served. She wao make some juice, but for now, bottled juice would suffice. Fresh fruit is always more expensive in stores, and sometimes even those deals are pricier.

  -Billy, sweetheart, - she called again, but to no avail.

  It turned out Billy was dozing off, lost in dreams, while the rich stew simmered gently. The music stations provided ambiance as Agustina watched her son sleep from the doorway, the sky darkened only by snow clouds, overshadowing the day but not overing the night. The heating was already amiably warming the air, while simple dishes were arranged oable located he kit ter.

  The days were spent at Jerry Wrexler's studio for certain rehearsals, and training sessions aimed at improving his voice, a voice coach specially hired by Jerry. He provided many key insights to uand his harmony with the songs, from breath groupings, melismas, vocal demands, voice levels, and stage presence, as his uping cert was only days away from a glorious debut, spurred by the magnifice of his singing voice, surpassing the recorded albums. His voice required exteraining to ehe demanding songs, adverse enviros, and the noise of enclosed spaces. He would perform in a bar aodating 2000 people, 25000 if it's packed enough, and tables are stacked against the walls.

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