In the small bar in Illinois, everyone was ecstatid thhly caught up in the emotions that each song brought, from the impressive vocalist who veyed incredible emotion, to the raw and ued songs of Radiohead. They were all ecstatic as the songs began to stand out, turning what was initially just a Radiohead cert into a full-fledged event, thanks to the influence of Jerry and Roy.
Four people took the stage, eaarkedly different from the others. There was an old man in the uniform of a retired teacher from a small-town school, a skinny young man with questionable fashion sense, a bassist who looked like a rock star, and a handsome young man who resembled a Boy Scout with his button-up shirt and bow tie. This bination allowed the audieo form a vivid image in their minds.
-Never judge a book by its cover -was now so serious that the audieill carried away by the previous songs, couldn't help but feel intrigued. However, for Billy, a question began to form in his thoughts: how to greet people, how to talk to them, and how to behave to grab attention.
The lights obscured his visibility, and he couldn't see beyond some shadows projected here and there. Everyoched calmly, eagerly awaiting Billy's voice, but it began to falter, almost as if a point of fear was visible, all the fear in his heart causing his hands to tremble.
-Good evening, - Billy said to the audieunned. It was the first time he felt things were this difficult.
He felt the expet crowd looking at him like a child.
-Go get your ears ed! - yelled a spectator from afar. Billy could almost hear the ughter, the humiliation. The character of a superstar couldn't be judged that way. It sparked anger in his heart to be treated like a foolish child who didn't know how to behave. Like an indest star, Billy's eyes began to narrow into an ugly expression, while Jerry hired special cameramen to record his first cert. There was a cry from the depths of Billy's heart as the boy passed and began to emit an energy that was being palpable.
"Be yourself," he said this time, louder and more powerful than usual. It was like a deafening scream eg from a distant pce, a space that transports a man, his feelings flicted by various opportunities. A man standing on a cliff, the sea hitting his face, a storm of water, the dark sky, lightning present, while the salty waves grew strohe fog began to spread, c the horizon. There was no way out except for a distant lighthouse. The waves crashed against Billy's eyes.
A rigid sound rang out. For a moment, the group went crazy because it wasn't the song they wao adjust. However, in an instant, they started somewhat off course. Not far away, Jerry ughed uproariously.
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Someone falls to piecesSleeping all aloneSomeone kills the painSpinning in the silenceShe finally drift awaySomeos excitedIn a chapel yardCatches a bouquetAnother ys a dozenWhite roses on a grave
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And be yourself is all that you doTo be yourself is all that you do
Someone finds salvation in everyoher only painSomeories to hide themselfDown inside himself he praysSomeone swears their true loveUntil the end of timeAnother runs aarate or united?Healthy or insane?
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As it had begun, a solemn air settled imosphere. The first emotions were sehrough the olfactory senses, as the smell of the sea permeated the air, bringiions of sand and beach. Then came the ears, filled with Billy's cries, apanied by the sound of waves, as if heralding the dawn of a great song. However, the thunder began to sound like a drowning storm.
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And be yourself is all that you doTo be yourself is all that you doTo be yourself is all that you doBe yourself is all that you do
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Even when you've paid enoughBeen pulled apartOr been held upEvery single memory ofThe good or bad, faces of loveDon't lose any sleep tonightI'm sure everything will end up alrightYou may win or lose
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But to be yourself is all that you doTo be yourself is all that you doTo be yourself is all that you doTo be yourself is all that you doTo be yourself is all that you Be yourself is all that you Be yourself is all that you do
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Like sea stars, these thoughts began to ge the mi of those present. The boy's voice made them remember, leading them to pohings they hadn't previously sidered. It was as if a light could be glimpsed, illuminating previously unexplored paths of thought. A powerful feeling began to spread among the audience, and once again, the eyes of some shone in reition.
Pov, 6 minutes earlier.
The table of giants watched as the boy entered. He seemed like two stars in the sky, a clear and unimaginable indication of what Billy should or should not do. It was a test of Billy's mettle.
-Your boy is quite young. He looks even younger in the light. How old is he? - Roy, the English producer, asked.
-He's fifteen, turning sixteen on June 10. But I uimated him once, and he proved me wrong. He's destio be a singer, my lega the world. The truth always surprises me every time I hear him sing, - Jerry replied.
-Oh, he seems like a cat among a pack of shepherds, - Woody remarked.
-Poor kid. But this is his sed trial by fire, - Jerry mentioned.
Watg as he was jeered at, Billy could only ugh, albeit somewhat nervously, with an illogical sense of happiness. Many of his as were a gamble on the color of an uain future. Jerry felt like he ying roulette in a o, with his entire fortune on the line. Risk resent, and things began to unfold in a ways, like fear.
Seeing the fury in the boy's eyes, Jerry's heart tio tremble. He khe boy was beginning to feel excited; it was the strength that helped reveal a range of sensations the boy felt. Upon hearing the clearing of his throat, the tinuation not only sighe beginning of a great evening but also of a great song.
As always when he listeo Billy, Jerry was rendered speechless, frozen in innate fear. The salty sea entered his pate, and the waves made him close his eyes. It was incredible how Billy always transported him to another world.
-You're one of the best singers in the world, Billy, - Jerry murmured upon hearing the boy sing with such passion.
He paused.
-It's impressive, - Roy added, a seasoned veteran of the industry who uood that mere force, appearance, desire, coordination, and power were enough to evoke a series of ironic feelings that helped fuel the sensation of energy.
-The boy is one of the best singers on stage, even if he's not yet reized. He still o refine his singing, but it's logical, sidering how young he is, - Jerry responded.
The songs Billy sang for the audience were "Enemy" (Imagine Dragons) and "t Eastwood" (Gorilz).
Seeing him bathed i as his heart raced, as he k in front of the stage, his energy seemingly extinguished after the 15 minutes of singing, it ectacle to witness sutense tration in someone so young. Jerry could only say, - It's his. He didn't learn it; it es from him. -
-He should go to Liverpool to sing. I take him to the festival in March, and he could even perform as a small opening a February, - Roy suggested, already reizing the boy's talent.
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