the beginning of the tour.

August 20.

When capital speaks, there's no doubt that anyone can see that even in less than a day, the machinery of a country can be organized to reach all possible places. In less than three days, seven million records were produced just for the United States, and just as many for each country in the known world. Billy's album cover was custom-made, with a fluorescent red and blue neon shadow crossing the album. Billy wears a leather jacket with a white shirt; the color fades into the photo, which is taken in black and white. Billy's gaze, covered in neon and with an opaque style, says "Fall: About Loneliness."

A cover of sadness and solitude. Fans began searching for Billy's highly anticipated new album, which began playing on the radio with a strong impact. Many songs have started to attract attention unlike the previous album; the technical and musical polish has increased, but the album is sad and depressing, combined with a necessary rock element, making people want to listen to each song at least fifty times. The lyrics contain...

Billy's musical power is simply overwhelming; his voice not only enhanced but his statistics began to skyrocket. Being the young American guy of the moment is enough for many to buy the album without even listening to any tracks.

From Warner itself, the news doesn't lag using their national media. A reporter is seen in a large record store.

-We're at one of Brooklyn's most renowned record stores, a place we call the cradle of records. We see some people buying records and listening to the songs of the new rock music star, Billy Carson, - the commentator remarked.

-Are you here to buy Billy Carson's new album? - the reporter asked a group of young people.

They nodded and showed their purchased records in their hands.

Is-Anything you'd like to comment on for the people, as we're at a national level? - the reporter inquired.

-We hope to go to the concert; the reviews of all his concerts are five stars. It's said that listening to his music is incomparable; we look forward to a tour, - the young man commented.

-Isn't Billy a regular at bars in New York? - the commentator asked.

-He is, but I haven't had the chance to see him live, - the boy commented, bidding farewell.

-Things are cheerful in this musical hub. Do we have another fan here? What do you think of Billy Carson's new album? - the commentator asked another group of young people.

-Ahhhhhh, - the girls screamed.

-We love him; he's the man of our dreams, - said a beautiful young Latina with a radiant smile and an indomitable happiness.

-Billy is the best thing to happen to America since Leonardo DiCaprio, - another girl commented, slim with a primary school braided hairstyle. She had a big smile, and upon hearing the phrase, they all laughed and screamed, clearly in excitement.

-I think that's enough. Although if he were to perform in California, as mentioned in the fall festival dates, - the commentator said, switching back to the studio image.

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-Hahahaha, I wouldn't mind being with some of those girls, - Billy said from the TV with a guitar in his hand. It was the moment when all radio stations began to advertise his songs. Two days of sales had passed, and the sales figures kept increasing. Although melancholic, his songs were powerful. He was in a small hotel room; the fall festival would take place in Los Angeles. The dates were presented without prior notice, a commitment titled from the top. They wanted to see how strong the power was. Although they didn't know it, Billy would take California by storm with his music and drive people crazy.

-Stop showing off, - Connor said beside him, practicing Billy's new songs, but he was festive on eggshells, as he knew them by heart.

-I'm not showing off, friend. It's just the plain truth. California will be at my feet, - Billy said with an air of confidence and sufficiency that was quite unusual. He couldn't help but notice that many people were willing to participate in the concert, from teenagers, young adults, and adults, to seniors. Rock began to satisfy all social classes, and tickets were selling wholesale. He would perform in a stadium in Los Angeles for 30,000 people, in Las Vegas for 34,000, San Diego for 20,000, followed by other venues with similar capacities.

-I need a first-round song spectacular enough to spread my talent worldwide, - Billy thought eagerly, eager to add many others' attention to his singing.

-You are and will always be a complete show-off as ever, - Connor commented with disdain, before falling silent. It was natural for him to be silent after a few words, silencing all his thoughts. They had a rehearsal to attend, and beyond that, they needed to learn Billy's new songs.

-Do it. I hope you're up to it. I think I'll start being a drummer if you don't take it seriously," Billy joked, strumming some chords on the acoustic guitar. He now could play fast songs and was still improving.

-Hmm, - Connor sighed.

Mentally prepared to re—

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-Please, Mom, I want to go, - a little Zoe Kravitz commented to her mother.

-These rock concerts aren't anything spectacular. Rockers are just trouble, - Lisa Bonet remarked.

-It's not fair!" the thirteen-year-old girl shouted, stomping her feet on the ground. "All my friends are going because you're always ruining everything, - she commented, totally furious at the way her mother was managing her life, banging on the door with force.

Lisa Bonet sighed deeply. She knew the magnetism of rockers; her years with her ex-husband were the best and worst of her life. The ups and downs of life were something she didn't want for her daughter, and with popularity and comforts, certainly, her daughter would easily fall into the clutches of a rocker, who with just his charisma would drive them crazy. But it's a fantasy; he'll end up breaking everything in his path, and by his actions, she'll certainly be faced with dark situations.

-Zoe, - the woman shouted from the other side, sincerely knowing that she would call her father, and he would just indulge her, as he always did, spoiling her.

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-Ahhhhh, - a little Grace Gummer screamed.

In front of her parents, who had just given her tickets to Billy Carson's concert in California, everything was clear. Popularity infested; being popular in teenage magazines meant that Billy Carson's name was heard at least every half hour.

-I don't think it's a good idea to let the girl go to one of those concerts, - Meryl Streep said.

-It won't matter. The girl is happy with it. She'll surely be happy, she'll go with her older brothers, and our dear agent will accompany them. It seems that tickets are selling faster than budgeted, and maybe he'll do two dates in Los Angeles. What do you think about seeing a bit of the music our kids listen to? - Don Gummer commented.

-I have work, but I can take a look at MTV, - Meryl said, dismissing the idea.

-Darling, I'm busy too, but it's better to pay attention to our daughter, who seems to be obsessed with this young heartthrob, - Don said.

-What do you mean? - Meryl asked.

-Well, the girl might meet the boy. The papers aren't good in the way they portray him, and I didn't play along. I did my research, and he's a punk through and through. You as a woman must know what I'm talking about, - Don replied, knowing full well the problems they could have if they didn't start responding to the questions that arose in their minds almost like premonitions.

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