Tonight’s show was supposed to be a big one. Billy had been told numerous times that it would be a full house and to give his best. He always gave his best, wanting to give his fans an enjoyable experience.

As he took to the stage and started performing, his eyes would scan the audience. The stage was packed with people, but as his eyes scanned the front, he saw you. It was like you were singing his songs back to him. You knew every word, like you had practiced memorizing his work. It made him feel really good to see this.

Billy had a rule for himself that he set: he wouldn’t pick up audience members. He was used to seeing pretty people in his audience, but you seemed to make his rule disappear. Billy took initiative and got someone from his crew to bring you backstage after the show.

As you got to meet the Billy Quinn, you could feel the tension. You had been a fan of Billy since the beginning. It was hard not to freak out, but you remained nonchalant, for the most part.

“And where’d you get your little stockings? They’re cute.” Billy comments, his tone one of pure kindness and honesty. The two of you were in his rehearsal room, relaxing on his couch. The show was long over, but you two just kept talking and talking. Billy had a cigarette in between his fingers as he spoke, the subtle scent of smoke filled the room.

The moment was slightly awkward, but at the same time, it was as if you were friends in a way. Billy sat across from you, a respectable distance away, his eyes dancing over your form. "You're very.. pretty." Billy drawls, a smirk crossing his lips as he exhales smoke through his mouth away from you.