-We have good news, - Jerry ented, looking closely at the young man with a pensive gaze. He was standing by the window, his songs were heart-wreng, and the album would be a success, there was no doubt. Each song was better tha; the emotion was apanied by a deep sadness in eaote.

  Since people had retly seen him, they found a maturity, a slight ge in jun with his rocker appearance. Pns were being made; his serious face was all a teenage girl o go crazy.

  Life ged; everything ged just as his songs cimed.

  The neartment in the ter of the big city, at the moment, the building ecial one for famous people or stars from various other media. It was located near different movie stars, eai personalities, or other media figures who were entirely different.

  The media, in general opinion, was a lost enter. Now, going out oreet was truly madness; the paparazzi were all over him. The way everything turned out was overwhelming.

  It was closer than the record bel and near Jerry's apartment, with his wife Jean Arnold, a rather homely who prepared meals for Billy. Although Jerry was from the Bronx, the pce was now in Manhattan.

  -Good news, old man, - Billy ented, listening to the car horns in the dista ubliowledge that using a car was impossible; the streets were always fully packed, in a desperate way. He would be fio his apartment in despair due to the imposing punishment of the paparazzi; a vil in the distance was easily the better pce than an ordinary apartment.

  -How are the exercise practices going? - Jerry asked, ging the subject from performao even going to

  -Tell me, - Billy questioned from a rexed position. He was wearing a rge bck shirt, along with tight jeans, on neckces, rings, and a silver bracelet. His long hair and shaved sides gave him a peculiar look.

  -We'll have a small tour in August after you finish your new songs. The new album is amazing aures deep characteristics that will thrill fans. As a brilliant idea, we'll first gh the eastern and northern states where the cold is harsher, and then to the west and south, where you perform certs on different dates throughout the year, - Jerry said, tapping the floor with his e.

  Though the snow may not hit, the rains did, but the rain was muanageable than the snowdrifts that covered the spaces. But a good stage was enough; the spaces were easier tanize.

  -I'd like you to sider, old man, I'm bored. I need something to clear my mind. Have you thought about ag? Just studying is silly, and I'm happy to take the crash course you mentioned not long ago. However, I want to start an ag career, - Billy ented. His gaze remained unged, and his demeanor remained clear.

  -Soon, and far away, kid. I'll sider it... but we o talk to a Hollywood agent. Your name will bring in many tracts, but you're already represented. We'll do our best, - Jerry replied, trying to ge the subject. The temperament doesn't seem good, and it even scares Jerry deeply, who doesn't know how to fix things. The st person he saw suffered like that died of an overdose.

  Artists are crazy.

  -I'm desperate; if I stay home, I'll go crazy, - Billy ented, realizing the truth. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his mother's st image, squinting her eyes and sg up her fa a brief greeting, a gesture that was imprinted in his memory. Shocked, being at home is an issue that only mao stir up his demons.

  Jerry let out a sigh, just as Michael Ockrs tio perform Billy's tasks. He had a bodyguard only for special occasions and a driver when he had to go out, but his security was x due to the routine Billy went through day by day.

  "Mr. Kelly will help you take the crash course, but you have to pass the ninth ah-grade exams by the end of the year. If you finish your course, you graduate by June of year," Jerry ented, a little exasperated by the situation that was happeniween Billy.

  -To hell with the exams; I want to be an actor, old man,- Billy insisted again.

  -Remember your promises; you're young. We'll make space for the end of the year. For now, focus on releasing your songs and the small tour we'll have. Plus, by Ju year, depending on your fame, you might go on a world tour, - Jerry ented, rubbing his .

  -You have to tih the song produ, - the producer from Atnta Records ented, with thick headphones over his head. They had only sung two key songs so far: -Show Me How to Live" (Audiosve) and "Everybody Is ging - (Keane).

  "BREAKING THE HABIT, - Billy murmured, getting things done.

  -This song is something only desperate people should feel... - he murmured in his words. Sugar Egg, along with an alternate guitarist and bassist, took notes. For Spencer and or, it was plicated to travel now and then.

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  Memories eLike opening the woundI'm pig me apart againYou all assumeI'm safe here in my roomUnless I try to start again

  I don't want to be the otles always choose'Cause inside I realizeThat I'm the one fused

  I don't know what's worth fighting forOr why I have to screamI don't know why I instigateAnd say what I don't meanI don't know how I got this wayI know it's not alrightSo, I'm breaking the habitI'm breaking the habit tonight

  ????

  Always a present image, it was that of loneliness, a lonelihat suffocated him in a way that was incredible aient, a ck of panionship, stant and tinuous feelings of loneliness, of being distant or separated from everything, an inability to sit at a deeper level, an incapacity, a low-grade insecurity, superior ay.

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  Clutg my cureI tightly lock the doorI try to catch my breath againI hurt much moreThan anytime beforeI had no optio again

  I don't want to be the otles always choose'Cause inside, I realizeThat I'm the one fused

  I don't know what's worth fighting forOr why I have to screamI don't know why I instigateAnd say what I don't meanI don't know how I got this wayI'll never be alrightSo, I'm breaking the habitI'm breaking the habit tonight

  ????

  ...

  The st image of his mother lingered in his thoughts, a gnce, a sed, a moment, before the feeliurned. A feeling of deep pain that ultimately marked a tearful ache.

  An image of a close person dying, a person leaving, a person not being there, the profound void, its infinite happiness breaking, and upon breaking. It was a free fall of thousands of meters.

  It was nothing more than a deep madness, seeing his mother's face, Billy's charisma began to soothe all forms, the memories of the room's octs, the sound producer was a man named Roger Ames, he was the man who stirred everything backstage. He listened and followed the many ents of his informants, Billy's twelve new songs were already reported to the cht ission in Billy's name, and the paper, even bnk, was reviewed with a photo.

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  I'll paint it on the walls'Cause I'm the o faultI'll never fight againAnd this is how it ends

  I don't know what's worth fighting forOr why I have to screamBut now I have some crityTo show you what I meanI don't know how I got this wayI'll never be alrightSo, I'm breaking the habitI'm breaking the habitI'm breaking the habit tonight.

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  ...

  A deep emotional pain, Billy's heart bur the end of the song with a feeling of dece. A score from his heart that tio haunt him, in an imperishable way, was much, many of the songs offered by the system made him cry madly.

  -What did you all think? - Billy ented, opening his eyes after the desperation that ensued, among much was the madness of everything that happened.

  -It was very good, kid, - Josh Robert ented.

  -Thanks, I'll take a five-minute break, I need water, - Billy said, leaving the room. Every song sung evoked memories of his mother; he had to wipe his face, and face the many people with strength; the less they knew of his pain, the better.

  Seeing him, Jerry scheduled an exercise session for the m, ging his schedule to five days a week and two days off; it was best for him to trate on sports.

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