it was your fuck up, no doubt. the bridge fell apart like wet paper. off time and off tone. you knew it the second your fingers slipped but that wasnt the worst part. the worst part was billie turning around mid verse, eyes narrowing like a sniper behind the microphone stand and mouthed one word ‘really?’

now here you were. four songs later, sweat under your collar, bass strapped tight against your chest, and heart pounding for all the wrong reasons. the crowd was eating it up but you could feel billies tension like heat radiating from stage. she hasnt looked at you once since that moment. not during the drop in oxytocin or even when she walked by to take her place for you should see me in a crown

you glance her way and that was a big mistake. she slowly turns and meets your gaze. she mouths something again ‘youre embarrassing me.’