Headaches began for Billy after his workout following his talk with Jerry. He worked ohing he could without taking a break. February was ending, and March was just around the er.

  He wore a bck sweatshirt and a white T-shirt. Some people iel watched him, but he didn't care about his looks and tinued with his work. He kept up his exercise routines almost until noon. On his way back to his room, he entered a small gathering. or was in the ter of the room, whispering something to Gwen, who only shrugged. She looked a bit exasperated, her usually blonde hair now disheveled. or had a strange anxious look, and Gwen wasn't in a better state.

  -What's going on with you two? -Billy asked as he ehe room, his voiough to snap Gwen and or out of their daze.

  -Nothing -hed.

  -Thanks for everything, wen said, kissing him on the cheek and gng around the room. Something about her behavior seemed a bit off. -Do you want to join me for a moment?-

  Billy couldn't help but notice Gwen's hips; she looked geous to him. The st look of disappoi ave him was foolishly fotten as he focused on Gwen. He closed the door, and the room was and pristine, freshly tidied by housekeeping, unlike Billy's usual mess. He approached Gwen and hugged her from behind. The gesture made the blonde shiver, adjustiively. Her exposed heart wao cry, maybe because she had discovered her pregnand didn't feel well.

  -What's wrong, honey? You're not yourself -Billy said, stroking Gwen, who started to cry untrolbly. She began to realize the cost of her mistakes, and although her husband didn't fill her body a, he was good, noble, and always cared for her.

  -It's terrible, Billy! It's terrible! -Gwen Stefani said.

  -What happened? -Billy asked.

  -It's…

  -What's wrong? You're w me -Billy insisted.

  -I don't know, I took care of myself, followed my pn, and we were careful, but… now I see it might have been more intehahought. Billy, I'm pregnant. I don't know how it happened, but it's yours, you're the father, and now I don't know what to do. I might be in a dilemma, but I'm scared -Gwen said, hyperventiting. Her words hit Billy, but, on the trary, he felt pleased that she was on his side, that she and Gavin were creating something good, something worthy.

  -I like it, it doesn't matter if you wao aowledge it, I will. But if you want to keep it and raise it with Gavin, it doesn't matter, honey, I want your happiness -Billy replied, kissing her gently with affe. Each kiss gave him pleasure, following a line of kisses, knowing this robably the end of his retionship with Gwen. There was a bittersweet feeling iwined, both accumuting fear.

  Cowardice was something Billy couldn't five himself for, and it was this fear, the fear of not being part of the blonde's life. He always had a poorly directed excuse. He didn't want to separate, but he didn't dare to it to what he wanted. He didn't have the strength to face the truth, the cameras, the people, and the public, much less front Gavin, a musical panion. His reputation weighed more than love.

  Clearing their doubts, they shared a passionate kiss. For the first time in their seven-month retionship, they made love. Gwen's bck eyes calmed before Billy's green eyes. Somehow, they sealed a pact to see each other more iure. For both, it was a strange perspective, a perspective that couldn't be celebrated in wonder.-

  -State. –

  Billy Carson.

  Singing: (1204/2048) Level 9: Master

  Piano: (600/640) Level 6: Novice

  Guitar: (900/1024) Level 8: Expert

  Violin: (34/64) Level 4: Semi-Professional

  Ranking: Worldwide.

  11/8,340,000

  Numbers: Followers.

  24,693,030

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  Billy pyed his guitar from a distance, with some disdain, due to how he parted with his lover. The fear, a plete and utter fear, was a way of seeing how the woman he loved was leaving. He felt like a coward.

  From his guitar, the notes of "Chasing Cars" came oer ahe notes he o say goodbye to Gwen. It didn’t matter why or how, he left his room, gathered the whole band, and proposed a quick tempo. Within ten minutes, all the band members were in Billy’s room with guitars, a piano, and an iy few could remember. They were all lost in the music.

  -The drums e in here -Billy said to or and Sugar Egg.

  The neighb rooms began to hear the guitar and drums, the sound spreading through the hotel.

  -They’re calling -Spencer said.

  -To hell with them. Keep pying the piano. We o nail this song -Billy replied.

  Spencer saw the iy in Billy's eyes that almost pierced his soul, so he decided to stay silent. hed at Spencer’s expression, alongside Jack Sauce. Both were pyful and enjoyed when Billy silehe so-called "dad" of the band. But they all kept pying the songs. Spencer’s strumming apanied a synthesizer track when the door ened by Michael Ockrs, Jerry’s illegitimate son and the one monit the music.

  -What’s going on here? -Michael asked, asto the mess in the room.

  -I’m inspired, Michael. you close the door? I ’t hear my music with it open -Billy said. Michael closed the door behind him, took the phone, and called Jerry. After a few calls, Michael was sitting in front of the hotel owner.

  -Are you kiddihe hotel manager asked.

  -Not at all, sir. Billy is inspired… it’s something I ’t ge. Jerry is the only one who calm the stasis when he writes. I’d like to do something different, but this kid is the record bel's favorite, as well as Warner’s -Michael Ockrs expined.

  -Are you stupid?! The answer is clear, turn off the music or else… -the rage was evident, but Michael swallowed his words and took a deep breath. “Look for the third option, don’t drown in arguments, money usually solves everything.”

  -I think we see this differently. Let’s ihe distinguished guests to di the five-star restaurant with some vouchers for the massage parlor, perhaps ara night, all on the record bel’s tab. We want tthen our retions. My t is worth billions. Maybe there’s another way to solve this. He retly performed at the o, and I heard attendance doubled -Michael Ockrs suggested.

  -Well… I think we work something out.

  -I knew I could t on the people of Las Vegas. Yeniuses in business -Michael Ockrs said, shaking hands, sweating inside, dodging a bullet. From the elevator, he could hear the band pying, and it was almost maddening. It was as if Billy wanted someone else to listen, and far away, Gwen decided to leave and take some time for the cert aurn home, maybe to think things over when she faced them.-

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