The sweat refracted off Billy uhe bright lights, his smile beaming on their faces, while not far away was Ed O'Brian, an avid individual who loves to engage in activities from many dires. Among all the band members, Ed has a deep passion for disc new songs, as he has dedicated himself to watg numerous performances over the years, alrecise and studious. It's his primary way of being part of the new.

  -They have amazing talent, - said Ed O'Brian, with genuine happiness at seeing such a performance. He could smell the o, so potent, his eyes were red, and his heart was ignited, beating furiously.

  Billy tried to rise, but he was utterly exhausted. His body felt nothing but fatigue and exhaustion, a visible struggle from the many mistakes that had occurred i few minutes. His start was disastrous, and likewise, it was disastrous he propelled him to sing with all his might. But there, the title h over his brows was clear, an excellent martial artist who excelled in all fields. His battleground was the fight on stage.

  Everyone cheered excitedly, some were stuhose were the emotions he wao see. Today, he gained 2,000 new fans, and every one of them would kneel before his voice that could move their hearts. Level five, once again double the performance, double the work.

  Signed, Billy Carson

  Vocals: (1/160) Level 5: Prodigy

  Piano: (6/20) Level 2: Novice

  Guitar: (17/20) Level 2: Novice

  Rating: Worldwide 378/8,340,000

  Stats: Followers: 2,809,244

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  -Thanks, your songs were pretty good too. I liked the chorus along with the powerful drum solo, - Billy mentioned, receiving a nudge from Spencer, who saw how disrespectful Billy was being by speaking with such a dismissive too the band.

  -Apologize to him! All he does is cause trouble a into fights. He seems to have fotten how to treat people without offending them," Spencer said, extending his hand. -I'm Spehe band's guitarist, and his music teacher. It's a pleasure to meet you all, and thank you for your pliments."

  The man smiled. -Looks like he's quite a handful, got the same attitude as Joe did at his age, - Scott Lucas said beside him, giving a firm handshake, while Joe merely nodded in aowledgment. Billy decided to greet them and pay no attention.

  -You've been on the radio, I think I know all your songs, - Scott Lucas said.

  -It's just the beginning, - Billy said, once again receiving another nudge from Spencer, which elicited a brief chuckle from or, who was nearby with what seemed like indiffere was focused on Billy and his antics.

  -I see you've got that demon somewhat under trol, - Scott Lucas said. - I'd invite you guys for drinks, but most of you are underage, I guess that'll have to wait. -

  -I drink, been doing so since I was 12. Let's get wasted, - Billy said, prompting another wasn't a lie; Billy had a troubled past, memories of many adventures and mishaps, all caused by his narrow-mindedness and, well, a mother as aodating as Agustina, who was always there to defend and support him—the pilr of Billy's life, one of the reasons he was so reckless before, now just living life as he did in his youth.

  He received another nudge.

  -The guys will head back to the hotel; we've got more certs week, - Spencer said.

  -Well, yeah, we have a lot of gigs week, and we'll be joining you. There's even a small venue reserved in Chicago. We've pyed there many times; the audience is 7,000 people, three times rger than the Iris Bar, which is already one of the biggest venues, - Scott Lucas said.

  Billy sighed ao take a seat, closing his eyes. He was exhausted from singing. Most likely Jerry wouldn't allow him to do anything stupid, not even now.

  Spencer had a long versation with Scott Lucas and Joe, band members, and the most enthusiastis. His older panions decided to leave as soon as the performanded; they lived an adult life, no... they chose to live a different life. Those were Billy's thoughts.

  The members of Radiohead also departed, something about going to a party, while Jack Sauce sighed, still feeling his firembling with excitement at fulfilling his first dream and receiving his first 500 paycheck for pying. It was little, but he couldn't be happier.

  -I'm a genius, - thought Billy, fttering himself. He had the fideo say that in the wenty years, the world would beg for one of his performances.

  -Let's go, d, it was amazing, we rocked, - said Spencer with some happiness on his face.

  -I told you, master, I'm the best singer in the world, - said Billy, pletely happy for his first, The Irish Bar would always hold a special p his heart. The way his heart lights up every time he sings, the deep happihat brings his songs to life.

  -Stop being ceited, I'll give you some professional vocal exercises. I'll ask a teacher I know, as you still have many errors in some chords, and you mismatch your singing and music, - said Spencer, still very happy to be able to teach him.

  -I'd like that, master. I feel like I've hit a pteau. Lately, my dedication to singing hasn't achieved the proper progress, and my development has been interrupted, - responded Billy, crossing the stage to the back, ruminating on his mistakes.

  They walked to the entrahe two rock groups were clueless, but even they mao hear the cheers from the bar. The rookie did his part, electrifying the atmosphere with great singing.

  -Good job, rookie, - murmured a member of the local band H. He had long loose hair that reached his shoulders, appearing to Billy as a simple rocker. However, he seemed particurly serious when speaking his words.

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  The giants' table was lively, thanks to Roy Effen, a British music producer who saw the boy's talent with his own eyes. He decided to take him to a music festival year. There was a house that a great man like him detected, analyzed, and dismantled ihay mihe first thing is that in the ing years, Billy's band would take off like a rocket if the emotions he veyed were anything to go by. Few singers could transmit such power through music. Even if thousands had better voices, teiques, skills, performance, or even a better disciplinary record... the way the boy transmitted was unique. Very few mao reach people's hearts. He o make es. It was always good for a future artist and his agent to owe a few favors.

  -You should participate in a British festival. You could go to the Gstonbury Festival, - said Roy Effen.

  -Ah, I was expeg that. you get me dates for T in the Park and the Reading and Leeds Festivals? - asked Jerry.

  Roy shook his head.

  -You're an ambitious old man, but I'll do it. It's nothing difficult after all. I have es with T in the Park, but you'll owe me some favors for Reading and Leeds Festivals. You should talk to some people and move some tacts, - said Roy.

  Jerry nodded, knowing full well that things are how they are and 't be avoided. He simply aking a sip of his drink, only with slight thoughts about favors, not inadmissible for him, which caused issions due to his ck of resources

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