Billy had a half-full water bottle in his hands as he gathered his thoughts for the few minutes. Gwen's voice was clear and somehow key for him to take a breath. Some band members were already ing up backstage, almost frantic. There was a sileer the r appuse ignited.
He took a breath, knowing he had ten minutes before stopping by Gwen’s dressing room, but unfortunately, she was busy. -Hey, you guys... you join the VIP se. -
-Sure, - ented a member of No Doubt, to which Billy responded with a smile.
A light illuminated his arrival on stage as a hush fell over the crowd, punctuated by squeals. It was almost like a sunrise. A t began, “Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy.” It was a revealing sound for anyone, growing stronger with increasing screams. The band members shivered as Billy, the star, led the way. His charisma while singing ected with his fans, making them lose their minds with his performance.
-Good evening, Los Angeles, - Billy said into the microphone, and the screams were immediate.
-It's been a year since I st performed in Los Angeles, and I say I've missed you. Especially my lovely fans who always shower me with gifts. I'll be with my fan club tonight at the Pza Hotel, don't fet to show up, dies. -
-Without further ado, let's get to it.-
The first song was “Breaking the Habit.” It was his choice, but something came to mind even as or started the melody. This didn’t happen often.
-[Beverly Hills – Weezer.]-
The lyrics came to mind, a someeculiar and irreverent choice. It took fifteen seds for the band members to exge ironices. Spencer’s guitar solo sighe start, and he repeated the track.
Back to reality. He had to sing the song.
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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 do 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
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The anthem of depression, the songs from his sed album, reminded him of his mother and always brought a flood of emotions. But this song, in particur, made him retreat, eyes closed, focused by a camera and a s. Everyohe chill of death down their spines; some, more sensitive, were ed by sadness.
HBO's cameras did a magnifit job, fog on a dual shot: Billy singing on the right while a beautiful woman sang along quietly, tears streaming down her face. Billy's powerful voice, bined with the woman’s tears, moved many to their tears of depression. The smell of amon, the st most associated with Billy’s mother, lingered lightly.
The power of emotions was a tornado, a whirlwind of feelings. It stirred the stadium, even l the temperature. Billy's songs were gradually earning the reputation of living through a movie.
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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 do 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
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As the song ended, he moduted his void adjusted his rhythm, delivering fluid he beginnings and endings of songs are crucial; the closures and first impressions are ways to craft a performance. He evoked an image of happiness, weaving in nostalgia, fear, and then joy.
Love, love, heartbreak, depression, ay, love, fear, love. It was a quick image of a farewell and a reunion. Thus, the way he ended made the hearts of the audience beat uniquely, with a slow rhythm like a dream.
Saturated with warmth, followed by fshes of emotions ing from Billy.
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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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Among the celebrities on stage, there were many women. Zoe Karvaizt, the 16-year-old brue, articurly wild, with everything she produced from her lips.
Her mother could only roll her eyes at her daughter's movements as she cried, shouted, and ughed - all of which Billy seemed to have perfected. The tickets sent by the father and his attendance were simply a source of annoyance.
-It's so perfect, - said Zoe, clutg her body.
-Well, your father paid for the VIP passes so you could attend and greet the band, - ented Lisa Bo, with a gesture of disgust.
They were giving out passes for 10 fans, and she might run into someone she knew, but she didn't expect to see boxer Mike Tyson climbing the stairs with his gold teeth, as he happily ignored everything, took some breaths, a up the stairs with his underage daughter for prote.
To her misfortune, she saw the shirtless boy, his body of prime quality, and her daughter's reas were not clear. They took a signal, while Tyson caused the usual otion whenever he was somewhere, even the looks he sent them were simply unpleasant.
Billy posed with a skeleton. After five minutes of awkwardness.
-I have to leave you, but we talk more ter, - said Billy to Tyson, warmly, in the way they both behaved, fixing his gaze on her, a young man, it rimal gaze that made her unfortable.
-I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, - ented Billy, looking at his daughter. - I hope you'll five me, miss, but I'm not very presentable. -
Billy was thinking, - If you wihe daughter, you wihe mother. -
-Ahhh. Bip.- escaped from the young Kravizt, a hiccup that made Billy ugh, who could only b his hair.
-You're a nervous little thing, - Billy eo Zoe, who melted, entering a cyadness.
-I suppose your older sister transte for us, maybe you want an autograph or a photo, I think the stage crew has some giveaways, we have! - Billy eo the question of a man above, being somewhat cliché, but the fact that he mao elicit a slight smile from her could be enough to say, "I'm on the right track."
The man that moment a a couple of cert t-shirts from the Vans brand, the Billy edition, which would ter be signed.
-We want everything and a photo, - ented Lisa.
-Well, let's take the photo as soon as possible, - Billy said, invading Lisa's space, they felt like rejeg him, but it was only a minimal tou her hip that she couldn't do to fend him off, as she was too focused, and everything surprised her.
-I think that's all, - said Billy, giving a kiss on the cheek to both her and Zoe, it was strange, a minor foutractive, and not just any minor, she wao deny it but fot everything, her words in the face of the iy and audacity.
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