April 18th 1965

Billy's eyes wandered over the crowd that gazed at the various art that was being displayed at Andy's Factory 'Ball'. Men and Women all dressed up in their best evening dress, along with himself.

Billy couldn't help but feel a little... neutral? Or biased towards the art. He wasn't a big fan of Warhol, due to the conspicuous actions he often committed to his models, or as Andy called them his 'Superstars'. But still he had nothing else better to do at the moment.