Avril articurly euphoric; she always had this feeling before starting a cert. She had numerous rituals before singing. The first was a long shower, filled with soaps, followed by putting on her lucky clothes, a bck shirt, or maybe a new outfit she bought specifically for the cert.
She would rest her head on her bed, hoping to do her best with her singing. During this time, she would eat a packet of chips with Heichup, followed by necessary meditation to find the calm o focus on her purpose.
She put on her favorite shoes and prepared to make enough time without expressing herself or adhering to any logical idea. She would hum her songs in her mind, followed by meeting the band. After that, the rest depended on the work. She had a national tour, performances across ada, and was famous, but she didn't expepete with the persistent fame Billy carried on his shoulders at the Metlife Stadium, which had a capacity for 89,000 people but could fit 93,000 if adjusted.
On a bus, she saw Billy's band, but without Billy. She decided to keep her distance. Billy was usually someontaneous. He was thirty minutes away from arriving, and in the current situation, she talked with the band members and ughed.
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-We're almost on time; the traffic is a bit gested, sir, - said the driver of the bck, armored, tinted SUV as they ehrough one of the special entrances for the cert. Billy smiled and whispered secretly to the new girl.
Meanwhile, Jerry observed from the passenger seat, watg everything Billy did in the rearview mirror. How long had he been talking to that girl? Wasn't his lover someone else? The situation was stra least proportionally.
Both went up to the dressing room. Leighton climbed the steps, with some fshes on the s, and some photographs surfag, while the band members were adjusting everything to go on stage. Billy smiled and greeted each band member, introdug Leighton. The dressing room was an improvised space for artists before the cert, protected in a small administrative booth. It was a gray wall with a locker in front.
-You have to listen to me. How else you enjoy what few experiehis cert, though it doesn’t mean much to both of us, is for you. I will express my emotions for you, my love, -whispered Billy to Leighton.
-Don’t say that, - Leighton replied. The words were deep and sweet. She was young, and her defenses were being broken down like paper by Billy.
She nodded, wishing him good luck. Billy's iy was tagious to those who adhered to his path. His emotions were a crazy rollercoaster. After disappearing for a while, it was his carefree and rebellious way of ag.
The hallway led to a curtain over metal stairs that went up to the stage. The back of the stadium rotected by aniant curtain and some pahat were illuminated with lights and effects. The fog was released from above. There were no fireworks, but the LED s dispyed a mix of lights created by the prerecorded piano sounds. There was one for all of Billy's songs and an improvised one just in case.
Jack, Warner's sound engineer, pushed the sound equipment to its maximum level while Billy adjusted his earplugs. The sound became hollow and reduced; the screams and words faded away. Billy took this measure to avoid headaches after the certs. It was better to be partially deaf. He could follow the vibrations and the slight sound guided by the microphones. He wao py the guitar, but he didn't feel like trating that much at the moment.
He hugged Avril, who was sweaty, and talked to her, though he couldn’t hear much. The crowd was excited, and although he hadn't used an opening act tely, the use of one alleviated the singer's stress for half an hour. The distribution and payment end up being somewhat voluted, but the popurity and agreements between record bels are perhaps one of the reasons it’s still done.
“You’ll do great,” shouted Avril, but Billy couldn’t hear her. Leighton watched everything timidly, wearing a outfit—a white skirt with a fitted blue top and verse shoes.
Billy looked at the stage as the curtain and lights sighe beginning. A powerful scream resonated iadium, enough to give a sense of presehe energy Billy exuded absorbed the crowd's attention. On stage, he was a different person, capable of perf for thousands. For Leighton, it was a new image, deepening her infatuation.
He lifted his microphone, and or’s band hit the drums at a thousand revolutions. It was a rock with rapid lyrics—Youth Nation (POD). The crowd went wild. Billy’s voice was inparable, only a few singers could match him in teique, tone, and harmony. It was a feast for the rock-hungry.
Billy Carson.
Singing: (2000/2048) Level 9: Master
Piano: (600/640) Level 6: Novice
Guitar: (900/1024) Level 8: Expert
Violin: (34/64) Level 4: Semi-professional
Rating: World-css.
Rank: 11/8,340,000
Followers: 21,693,030
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Last day of the rest of my lifeI wish I would've known'Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her, how much I careOr thank my pops for all the talksAnd all the wisdom he shared
Unaware, I just did what I always doEveryday, the same routineBefore I skate off to school
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The lyrics carried a sadness, creating a mood for rock protest. The jumps felt like hammer blows, shaking the stadium like a mihquake.
His magifidend charisma were reflected in his lifestyle. Leighton watched everything with bright eyes, while Avril fidgeted in her seat, her gaze traveling from Leighton to Billy and back, biting her lip, uo quell the anger c her cheeks red.
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Call me blind, but I didn't see it ingEverybody was runningBut I couldn't hear anything
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Music is a way of life that dominates emotions. Billy ied sadness, leaving the crowd on stage with heavy tongues, breathing to avoid tears, followed by a life's injustices.
The emotions were mixed, but Billy focused on the woman behind the ses. The power c through him alpable.
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The e was made, Billy saw it in the audiender his gaze. He began to modute his singing, bringing the audience closer. Watg them, he eased off the emotions, knowing they ime to release theirs.
So, he kept singing without pushiions; they were already present and accumuting. Billy sang with tranquility.
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Hang with the boys ahe stories they tellShe might act kind of proudBut no respect for herself
She finds love in all the wrong pcesThe same situationsJust different faces
ged up her pace since her daddy left herToo bad he old herShe deserved much better
Johnny boy alyed the foolHe broke all the rulesSo you would think he was cool
He was never really one of the guysNo matter how hard he triedOften thought of suicide
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For Leightoer, it was the first time hearing one of his songs live, but eight hours with Billy were enough to bond them. Tears escaped her eyes. She would have mocked any girl in her position for how ridiculous it sounded, but she had never met such a powerful singer.
She imagihe suffering he must have eo sing that way. He always smiled at people and was cheerful. How much had he suffered to end up singing like that?
-Poor thing, - she murmured, oblivious to the gnces she was receiving. First impressions are powerful, and from there, something sting could be built. The girl was caught in Billy's whirlwind, which wasn't easy to digest.
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You cross the line and there's n backTold the world how he feltWith the sound of a gat
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Who's to bme for the lives that tragedies o matter what you sayIt don't take away the pain
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-As always, Billy is in good form, - remarked Jerry from a private se watg the performance.
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That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the liesDon't nobody know whyIt's the blind leading the blind
I guess that's the way that the stoesWill it ever make senseSomebody's got to know
There's got to be more to life than thisThere's got to be more to everythingI thought exists
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or’s drums pounded powerfully as all the instruments created a devastating chorus. 80,000 people screamed in unison. Billy, with open hands, received the chorus without singing, creating an iic image captured by numerous photographers. The audience ted, everyone sang along, and the start couldn’t have beeer. Ihan three minutes, Billy quered the crowd, bringing joy and madness. His name began spreading, transf the uhy thoughts of many young rock listeners.
Traditionally, four years are enough to make history without social media, just through news and word of mouth in bars, parks, games, meetings, dinners, offices, and the metro. The force driving people to learhing about Billy was growing. The US ehe British for the Beatles, but now the British would envy them for Billy Carson.
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-Thank you all for ing to see me, - Billy said into the microphone, as the crowd's roar drowned his voice.
-I’m grateful. I hope we dan the snow. This song is for all those who want to add a bit of color to their lives. I want to thank each of you. Shout, and maybe the color will appear out of nowhere, - Billy said.
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