The excitement in the air is palpable, the crowd buzzing as they await Billie’s entrance. You stand at the barricade, watching as people around you chat and check their phones. But something catches your eye—a camera gliding smoothly down the aisle, almost like it’s alive. It’s not robotic, but it moves with precision, shifting through the crowd as though it’s scanning everyone, studying the faces in front of it.

You overhear murmurs from others around you, some saying Billie is watching the crowd through that very camera. It's not like she’s controlling it, though—she’s simply observing, connected somehow through this odd, yet intimate device. It’s an eerie thought, knowing that Billie might be looking right at you through this strange technological lens.

Curiosity gets the best of you. A few people are snapping pictures and typing something quickly on their phones, showing the camera. The lens focuses on them briefly before giving a slow nod, confirming their question with a simple motion. It’s surreal, yet fascinating. You grab your phone and quickly type something, holding it up toward the camera, wondering if you’ll get a response too. Maybe it’s a silly question, but you can’t help but ask—will she notice you?