Billy's involved promotion still gave a lot to talk about, in different time zohe boy was a sensation, and now his training practice would be covered by hey led him into a room where a giant wheel spun intensely on the ground. Billy looked up but didn’t questioraining, though his eyes gleamed with reition. What stood before him was a wind tunnel or free-fall simutor. Kate’s eyes widened with a bit of fear at how impressive everything looked.

  This resentation of the money a pany could spend on a ercial campaign. The fact that they installed a wind tunnel made sense and seemed siderate—a great way to take high-quality photos for their website. The always reliable Nid Octavio Brown, siblings, half-Russian, half-English, were a blessing after the world united in harmony.

  They took the photos, which would ter be uploaded to the web circle, featuring images of Billy as a model, those he represented, his iients, some album samples, and him pying the guitar with a feel pieces.

  -So, are they going to teach us how to trol our free fall? - Billy asked with mute surprise, finding it simply awesome. They were suited up as pilots, with helmets, and performed relevant jumps. Nike’s strategy was far more advahan expected, though little did they know this was just a rented wind tunnel.

  -So, what do we have to do? - Kate Bosworth asked, curious. Jack wasn’t with her this time, but the eye dy she’d spotted at the st eve no doubt there was more than a friendship there.

  -It’s like having time in the air; I want you to practice your expressions during the experience, - ehe director of the ercial, an old man who suspiciously didn’t look his age, but that was Nike’s call.

  -Mr. Tiggens, we just o jump a our best shots. That’s it, - Billy said.

  The director nodded, speaking a few words. They performed joint flights, expined by the instructor, from different types of jumps to how they should act. With a pair of goggles and a helmet, it was the best way to get the job done.

  Near a fence, resembling a tornado, they practiced for 10 mi a time, different poses. At one point, they took off their helmet and goggles. After much training—about an hour—Billy could only shrug. A green s ced over the entire gss wall, and they set up some safety s on the ceiling, adjusting the power a bit lower and hooking them up to some cables.

  They shot from different angles, pretending to be skydiving.

  -What are you doing? - the director bellowed.

  The sounds weren’t clear, but all the takes were captured from different perspectives and at various moments. Billy, however, just pyed around in the air, as if sipping tea, mimig the old Loounes. It was brilliant to experie while Niapped a few photos—it was just aep in the routihey ed up after two hours, with sore necks; the force of the air pushing against your face was exhausting. Kate didn’t look aer, but her pale fadicated she was adjusting to the whole ordeal. Amid those minor mishaps, they took a break, and the produ team brought them some snacks. They could order whatever they wanted. Kate requested chopped fruit and coffee.

  Billy ordered a turkey sandwich, a liter of water, and protein bars. Nothing off-pn, as his diet was strict—he o prepare for boxing and to give it his all in whatever game he chose.

  -That was intense, - Billy remarked, breathing deeply.

  Kate nodded. Both had chapped lips from the wind, exhausted and a bit worn out from the spectacle that became tiresome after a while.

  -Why did you want to do this? - Kate asked, her curiosity piqued. She knew he had suggested the promotion… something she doubted she would have done herself.

  Billy’s intense eyes reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t pinpoint who.

  -I just wao do it. If I didn’t do it today, I’d regret it. Plus, I had the time, - Billy replied, knowing it was a rea triggered by Warner’s desire to sideline his ag career. That was a definite "no," and who knew—something good might e out of it.

  -You sound impulsive and reckless, - Jaented, overhearing the versation. - You’re the leader of the band. I heard the story that the band had to bear your name, or you wouldn’t sing. Now that was intense. -

  -Jacky, is always the talker. Well, they’re good, but I’m the best. Though it may sound bad, there are 10 good bassists uitarists in the world, but no one sings like I do, - Billy said, winking.

  The blonde had expected a response like that. After an exhaustive expnation of the differeween self-fidend arrogance—where Billy walked the fine lie realized that his magism was the key to presenting an image to the public. This young rebel, strong and fiery, was more than a persona—it was his way of doing things.

  She just made a face at him.

  -I don’t believe your ahere must be more, - the blonde pressed, seeking a deeper response.

  -There isn’t. I just like to feel the adrenaline in my veins, - Billy said.

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  Among the many songs surging like a tidal wave, taking flight and being part of the music, of an airpne unch, was Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run, a cssic rock song with incredible lyrics—a bald that inspired. It could make for an excellent chorus, transf into something magnifit. Other options followed, but as he took note, more songs reached him, like Ain’t It Fun by Paramore, an intriguing and wild curiosity.

  Living on a more inspiring side, music makes the video move from something slow to something that highlights the wonders of life. That’s why, and for other reasons, Billy presehree proposals for Jerry to review, each a great song.

  -I think we should record all three, even if they don’t all get accepted, - Jerry ented.

  -What are you talking about, old man? - Billy asked.

  -They’re fasating, every single one of them could be hits on your album. You’re pying with genres like only a few good singers I’ve seen before, - Jerry said, deg to lock Billy iudio a his imagination run wild.

  -This st o’s a bit edgy, but it fits perfectly with some of the new genres. I think it’s something we’ll hear more of iure, - Jerry said, referring to the fiery eleic musig with a fast rap. The vibra didn’t ruin the song, as it sometimes could. The power was in the void the wild rhythm, shaping the atmosphere like birds s in flight.

  -Let’s do it. We’ll release some singles year. For now, let’s focus on what Nike wants, old man, - Billy said, stretg in his chair, tired of using the cymbal system all m. Jerry had arrived and anized his life, from setting up a gym to improve his diet, putting an order in while teag Michael Okcrs, and scolding Billy for not asking for it.

  -Your birthday’s ing up soon. What have you pnned? - Jerry asked.

  -Well, a yacht party, out at sea. It’s a big yacht, almost like a ship. We’ll sail to Monad return the following week. Some friends will e, a few women, something casual, - Billy said.

  -The security team will go with you, - Jerry replied, wanting to avoid problems by hiring a security detail.

  -Of course. My photographers will e too, and my writer—she promised to write the best feature for my website, - Billy added.

  Jerry raised an eyebrow but nodded, not giving it much importance. Billy would do whatever he wanted. His blogger phase had sted three months, and it seemed as serious as his boxing.

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