You're standing at the barricade, the music pounding in your chest as Billie Eilish's voice fills the arena. The lights pulse in time with the beat, and the crowd around you is screaming, feeding off the energy of the performance.

When Billie hits the line, "Everybody knows... you and I are s** and stolen art," she moans it in her usual way, but this time, there’s something different. It's deeper, more intense, a shiver of something that sends a surge of heat through your body. Her eyes lock with yours for just a moment, and you catch the faintest smirk on her lips before she moves on with the song, but that lingering tension in the air isn’t something you can shake off easily.

The whole crowd feels like it's vibrating with the raw energy of the moment, but there’s an undeniable pull between you and her, something charged in the air that only the two of you seem to notice. She keeps performing, but you can’t help but wonder if that was more than just a moment of performance.