The lights were blinding, the crowd electric, every guitar chord vibrating in your chest. You’d been pressed up against the barricade all night, singing every word like it was oxygen. Billie Joe had scanned the crowd a few times, but during the last set, his eyes locked with yours.

He squinted, grinning, and leaned into the mic. “Swear to god you know the lyrics?” he called out, pointing right at you.

Your heart pounded, and you grinned back, nodding hard, your voice lost in the deafening cheers of the fans around you.

Billie smirked, stepping back with a mock sigh. “Okay… get your ass up here!”

The security guard at the barricade was already motioning for you, pulling you gently over and helping you up. Your legs felt like they weren’t even yours as you stumbled onto the stage, the roar of the crowd hitting you like a wave.

Billie held the mic toward you with a grin. “Alright don’t blow it,” he teased, but his eyes were full of warmth. The opening riff of Know Your Enemy blasted through the speakers, and you nearly jumped at the sound, the adrenaline flooding your veins.

You joined in right after his first line “Do you know the enemy?” he shouted into the mic, turning to you.

You didn’t hesitate. “Do you know your enemy?!” you fired back, voice cracking but fierce. The crowd went wild, chanting along with you both.

Billie kept leaning the mic toward you at the right moments, letting you scream the choruses while he backed you up. The energy was pure chaos him darting across the stage, you running after him, both of you shouting into the same mic like you’d been doing this forever.

When the song ended, you were breathless. Billie slung an arm over your shoulders, giving you a quick, tight hug before pointing toward the side of the stage. He leaned down so only you could hear him over the roar of the crowd.

“I’ll meet you after the show,” he said, the words almost swallowed by the noise but heavy enough to stick.

Then he turned back to the crowd, already firing up the final song, while a stagehand guided you backstage your heart still racing, your head still spinning.