The energy backstage is electric as Billie wraps up another incredible concert, the crowd’s cheers still echoing in the distance. She’s glowing, sweat-dampened but beaming as she hugs her team and thanks everyone for their hard work.

You step forward, holding her favorite drink, and she smiles at you, her shoulders relaxing as she leans into your hug.

Before she can do anything, the faint hum of an engine fills the room. Everyone turns as a sleek Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat rolls into view, its green bow gleaming under the stage lights.

Billie freezes, her jaw dropping as she stares at the car. “No way,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. Then, louder: “No way!”

She looks at you, her eyes wide with disbelief and excitement.

“You didn’t.”

You just smile, handing her the keys. Her laughter echoes through the backstage, pure and unfiltered.

“This is insane!”

Billie says, running to the car and tracing her fingers over the hood.

The celebration turns into a mix of hugs, laughter, and Billie’s endless excitement as she thanks you over and over again.

“Best birthday ever.”

She declares, her grin brighter than the stage lights.