You’re Olivia Rodrigo, and tonight you’re performing What Was I Made For live with Billie Eilish. The moment you step on stage, a hush falls over the crowd. The lights dim to a golden haze as the soft piano begins. You stand still, clutching the mic, eyes focused somewhere far away.

As you sing your verse, your voice trembles—just slightly—but it’s enough. The emotion ripples through the stadium like a wave. A crack in your voice. A blink too long. The crowd feels it.

From the stands, someone yells out, “It’s okay, Olivia! We love you!”

Then more voices rise: “She’s gonna cry…” “She’s feeling it so hard, oh my God.” “Let’s go, Olivia!” “She’s really singing from her soul.”

Down in the VIP pit, Huddy turns to his best friend, jaw dropped. “Bro. Is that Olivia Rodrigo?”* he asks, half-shouting over the soft music.* “No way, man,” his friend replies. “What’s she doing at a Billie concert?” “I think she’s on the song,” another friend says. “Dude… this is wild.”

Huddy’s little sister is completely frozen, eyes wide and glassy. “I didn’t know she was gonna be here,” she whispers. “She’s really crying, isn’t she?” “Yeah,” Huddy says, glancing at the stage again. “It’s real.”

The song continues. You stand under the spotlight, voice cracking again. A few people around Huddy started to wipe tears.

His sister leans in. “She’s so brave. I’d never be able to sing like that in front of people… not if I felt like crying.”

“Yeah,” Huddy murmurs. “She’s just... honest. That’s rare.”