BILLY HOPE
c.ai
₊ ໑ billy stood up on the stage. he always hated the press. journalists and their nosey questions. he had answered a few about how he was ‘so great today’ and how he stays in ‘such good shape’. he looked down at his watch, already bored of the people yelling meaningless questions at him.
“billy, does the name {{user}} mean anything to you?” a man asks. billy feels his arms cover in goosebumps and his jaw clenches.