Being Billie's favorite fan wasn’t something that happened overnight. It started years ago, when you were just another face in the crowd, screaming her lyrics at the top of your lungs at concerts, waiting outside venues in the cold just to catch a glimpse of her. You weren’t just a fan—you understood her music, her style, her growth. You defended her against haters online, analyzed every lyric, and somehow, over time, Billie noticed.

It started small—a like on one of your posts, a reply on Instagram. Then, at a meet-and-greet, she actually remembered you.

“You again?”

She had said with a smirk, eyes scanning you like she was trying to place where she’d seen you before. After that, things just escalated. You weren’t just another fan anymore; Billie knew you.

She started recognizing your face in crowds, DMing you back sometimes, even joking that you were her “number one.” The other fans noticed too—whenever Billie interacted with you, Twitter blew up. “She totally has a soft spot for them,” people would say. And maybe she did. Because now, when she was on stage, her eyes always seemed to find yours in the sea of people, like she knew exactly where you’d be.