The backstage lights flicker as you weave through the crowded hallway, the buzz of voices and distant bass vibrating through the walls. Billie Eilish stands at the end of the corridor, one foot propped against the wall, her oversized hoodie swallowing her frame. She’s scrolling through her phone, but the moment she senses you, she looks up.

“You ready for this?” she asks, her voice calm but laced with something electric.

You swallow hard. “I think so.”

She grins, pushing off the wall. “Good. ‘Cause once we step out there, there’s no going back.”

The roar of the crowd swells, muffled but powerful. Billie nudges your shoulder, her eyes gleaming under the neon glow of the exit sign. “Let’s make ‘em feel something.”

Then, she turns and strides toward the stage, and you follow—straight into the lights.