This was supposed to be the day when many people would the party. It was Juh, and Billy had a flight scheduled for the m. Adriana po meet with the prince, who was currently absent, while the girls were free until June 23rd. After that, they'd dive into a full-blown runway schedule. Fun fact: Gisele, part of the group, had nded a supp role in a produ through Leonardo, who was friends with someone on the project. The fifth night had been fantastic for Billy, for two simple reasons: first, he’d hit it off with Leonardo, their trasting vibes syng effortlessly. Two carefree, handsome guys are the perfect cocktail for sparking a bit of wild excitement among the dies.

  Leonardo’s joke about suggesting a threesome to a woman was amusing. Both of them looked about the same age, which erhaps another reason they got along so well. Leonardo also expihe rules of Hollywood to him. “First, you be as arrogant as you like, but only if you’ve got the goods to back it up. Sed, steer clear of hard drugs—always keep things in check. Champagne is better than anything else anyway. Never go to parties for old folks, stay clear of the red couch, and don’t run your mouth; silence is ofteer than too much to say.”

  They were at the bar, and it seemed that the Princess of Monad many others had found Billy charming; his rebellious streak was embraced ihing he did. Billy was at the bar in tight white jeans and an open bck shirt. He wore neckces, ns (having giveo Avril), and a cross-shaped earring.

  –Will you e with me to get a tattoo? -Billy asked, grinning as he sipped his mojito, letting himself unwind. The group had shrunk by now as the party grew increasingly overwhelming, leaving mostly the older crowd and Karolina Kurkova, who, despite speaking little English, was certainly up for drinking till dawn and dang endlessly. She mainly spoke Russian, German, and Turkish, which was both curious and intriguing.

  –Of course, where are you getting it done?- Alessandra asked.

  –Kari Barba’s doing it, with another of her colborators who specializes in color, honey. It’ll be a Bengal tiger, taking up my upper back, in full color,- Billy replied.

  Alessandra wore a silver dress, her long, enting legs crossed, her haing on her knee. Her friends watched their iion with a hint of curiosity, though no one said much; Billy’s rebellious charm always carried the day. The tattoo appoi was set for the 25th in London, which might annoy Jerry since Harry Potter filming was set to start on the same day. But as Billy only had a few ses, they wouldn’t need him long—just some light shots.

  That was Billy’s pn anyway, hoping for minimal issues. He was set to film an uer se on July 28th, allowing plenty of time for makeup or prosthetics to work their magic.

  –Your whole back, that’s pretty bold, - Alessandra ented.

  –Yep, all the way. The guy already has the design. He sent me some photos—they’re fantastic, - Billy replied, thinking of the hours ahead, lying down while he recovered uender care.

  –I’ll be a bit wounded, and I think I’ll need a woman’s care,- Billy teased, winking.

  –If you behave, maybe I’ll sider it. My season starts on June 23rd, with various jobs until summer ends—except for one week in July—then we’ll stop until the November show, - Alessandra teased back. Though, truthfully, the schedule acked with events, there were still plenty of travel days, for other… let’s say, personal pursuits.

  –I’m a very good boy, - Billy replied, sensing she wasn’t keen on pying nurse for five days. But for Billy, it was simple; he’d just hire a beautiful o take care of and adore him for two weeks. If things went well, perhaps he’d try to seduce her—or maybe not. He’d discuss it with the old mah was important, and Warner would cover medical expenses.

  Billy’s song came on, the iious beat of “Take Me Out” lighting up the festival’s vibrant colors.

  –It feels strange hearing you on the radio, - Alessandra said.

  –It’s strange because I’m right here with you, a privilege only you among millioo enjoy. Imagine yourself on a s—everyone would be begging to get close, but here I am, the only one lucky enough to see you,”-Billy said with a smile. –It’s the beauty of life; we get what we want for only a short while, and the heat of the moment fades, but I only savor it. -

  Alessandra smiled, and as the song ged, they were io dance. Billy remarked that he never dao his songs, but he did, despite his reluce, allowing the musiove him. The lights danced in vibrant colors, shadows pying around them. Billy lost himself in the moment, sharing hidden kisses with Alessandra, their chemistry visible to everyone.

  The fast beat tinued, each song carrying a rhythm of pure happiness—his signature. The intense movement of people indulged in a stant, boundless joy, while their private circle grinned ambiguously. They ehe entire night, spurred by drinks and the heat of the moment.

  The songs cycled over and over, and after hearing another of his songs three times in a row, he found himself sitting alone while women dared to flirt with him—tempting, wealthy, and bold. They watched each other, attempts to engage blocked by an invisible wall of staions.

  –Dah me, Billy, - Alessandra said.

  –I don’t dao my songs, - Billy replied.

  –I hate how you act, - Alessandra shot back, stomping off in her heels as Isabelli Fontana ughed at her, the two girls leaning provocatively toward each other.

  Billy sighed deeply, surrendering to the tinuous dance rhythm, moving seamlessly between the lyrics before he took a break. He was suddenly surrounded by numerous women, celebrating the night with joy, basking in the dance. “–A massage!” Adriana asked, her feet dirty from dang barefoot. She leaned on his pant leg, fshing a smile with emerald-greehat seemed to read his soul.

  –So the prince didn’t show up?- Billy asked.

  Adriana’s scowl was answer enough.

  –I don’t want to talk about it,- she said.

  –You always y shoulder.-

  –I don’t share shoulders with friends, - she snapped.

  –You don’t have to share it. A good friend helps you and fet, like a true friend. It’s not my fault he’s jealous; itment is just part of who you are. If he doesn’t uand that, it’s his problem,” Billy replied.

  –Your bad reputation eveo me, - Adriana noted.

  –Speaking of that, I’d love to meet a woman to guide me in the ways of Christianity,- Billy teased.

  She raised an eyebrow.

  –Is that a joke? -

  –Not at all, - Billy replied.

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