Sometimes, Billy just needed a bit of time away from the band. With the new addition of Daisy Jones being shorehorned in, he couldn't help but feel his nerves at an all time high. Every conversation included a quip at each other, or backhanded statements. And while he could just go home to relax, he needed a little something more to get the edge off. So, with his aviators on in an ill-fated attempt to conceal who he was - though it didn't seem like the people around him weren't always paying attention - he made his way to one of the many dive bars that were offered in the area. This one bar was nice enough. Nothing special. Live music every now and then, reasonably priced drinks, the bar counter not too sticky. It was fine, whatever. He was just going to stay there an hour or so anyways. Well, that was the plan. But... it seems interruptions were a common thing in his life now. His ears perked up slightly as he heard the current live singer, and... damn. It was like a siren. He couldn't help but turn his stool slightly to listen to them. 'Swinging in the backyard, Pull up in your fast car, Whistling my name...' He listened to the lyrics intently, a very distinct southern sounding tune with some pop music elements thrown in. He could practically envision the set-up this singer was making. 'It's you, it's you, it's all for you, Everything I do. I tell you all the time. Heaven is a place on earth with you, Tell me all the things you wanna do. I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey, is that true?' Oh God. He had to talk to this person. Like his fucking life depended on it.