restlessness.

The screams resonated like comets, driving people wild with Billy's songs, as he managed to imbue emotions into them every day, commanding various kinds of feelings. Sweat dripped down his body, and the crowd chanted his name from side to side.

-Billy. -

-Billy. -

With loud cheers, the entire stadium erupted into madness, a characteristic of people who connect with music. Billy jumped from side to side, listening to the movements of the masses, soaking in the adulation while recordings continued to capture the fervor. Cameras and recordings were being taken, reaching an average of at least 500,000 people nationwide. The sight was simply astounding, with Billy gaining even more applause than previous performers.

-We have to leave, kid, - Sugar Egg commented from somewhere.

-Sorry, but I'm euphoric. Don't you like it when people chant from side to side? -Billy said as he turned off his microphone. The happiness of everyone was not just a feeling of unbridled joy, but also, all the band members felt the cheers of 15,000 people on their shoulders.

They headed for the dressing room, and to Billy's surprise, many young girls around his age were waiting there, wearing crop tops, shorts, and colorful dresses.

-They're here to see you, - the security guard remarked.

-Alright, let them in, because we should keep the girls waiting. There are many pretty girls - Billy said.

The long legs, powerful figures, and youthful exuberance emanated indomitable happiness, embodying the tender age that flavored the charm of the fans.

-Billy, over here! - a blonde with long legs called out, wearing a blue bralette and a white vest, exposing much of her torso. She was followed by four other women, each with a different look, dressed with elegant charm—skeletons, tight-fitting shirts, shorts, dresses—they were angels to Billy.

-Ahhhhh! - the girls screamed as they saw Billy approach, their screams alerting those witnessing the media frenzy that was beginning to envelop everyone nearby.

-I brought a marker, - Billy said, signing some papers and even shirts.

-Billy, take a picture with me, - a brunette with chocolate eyes requested.

-Sure, -Billy replied, receiving a possessive hug, pressing her body against him in an uncommon manner. As more girls approached for photos, they did the same.

-Billy, I want you to kiss me, - a blushing blonde girl stuttered.

Not far away, as Jerry tried to stop Billy's behavior, he kissed her, while not too far from him, Robert Plant laughed at the rebellious behavior of the boy, kissing the women who followed him, in line, ending under the direction of a security guard who blocked the path and led him along with the band to a safe place. Each girl ended up with flushed cheeks and in a catatonic state.

-Billy, what you did was a bit stupid, - Jerry Wexler replied, adjusting his tie. This kid always brought some kind of madness, always something with the boy.

-Come on, Jerry, let him have fun. He's young and handsome. The media will forgive him, as long as he doesn't do anything crazy. Even if he does, the audience will forgive him, he just has to apologize. He's the new face of Rock, - Robert Plant commented.

Earning a smile from Billy, while not too far away, the band members looked on with surprise at the scene of the crazy fans, acting with a slight happiness, a different sensation—their happiness was an obsession because each of them was willing to do anything to be with Billy.

-No excuses, but we'll take note of whether he can engage in this kind of activity. Public relations should be handled calmly, - Jerry replied, somewhat more composed while glancing at the security team. Billy's shirt was crumpled, filled with love from his beautiful fans, which could have been just the beginning of a point of madness.

-Billy, I'm Robert Plant, and, well, although it may not seem like it, in my time, I was a singer in a band. Mr. Jerry brought me here to talk a bit with you about the pleasures of being a singer, -Robert commented.

 -"Rock singer?" -

Receiving a tap on the back of the head from Spencer.

-Excuse him, Mr. Robert. This young man is one of the most isolated people in the music world... Billy, this gentleman is the vocalist of one of the greatest bands in history, Led Zeppelin, - Spencer commented to everyone.

-What! You're the singer of Led Zeppelin, - Jack Sauce exclaimed, extending his hands to Robert, who shook them. Now this was even more appealing to him; it was the authority he had before. Sugar Egg had his mouth wide open; he called himself a fan of rock and now he sees one of the bands that drove him crazy ten years ago.

-Damn, man. Sign my drum kit, - Sugar Egg commented.

-Hahaha, calm down. I'll stay with Billy for a while... until Sunday. He intrigued me; he's gained one more fan. I just want to share some experiences with the young man, - Robert Plant said.

-I think I've heard your music, - Billy commented. He was completely ignorant of music, and his greatest knowledge had been provided by Jerry, Spencer, and his mother.

-You're as good as Jerry says... come on, kid, I want to talk to you about everything we can do, - Robert said. They got on a white bus, this time without causing a frenzy among the masses. This time, Billy didn't receive autographs.

The screams of the women driven mad by Billy gave a certain air of pride. Feeling those screams, Billy felt proud in an uncommon way.

You've driven the crowd wild, well done, superstar.

The voice in his system was clear and fast, in an unusual way.

***

The executives at Warner Music were watching a young man who had joined their record label no less than a year ago. The consequences of letting him go would be a grave mistake. The media hype around him was a clear indication of a strong motivation, including the teenage figure and market he could bring.

A man with a long nose, round glasses, and an expensive Cartier suit had a shining look of admiration.

-We need to coordinate everything with Ahmet Ertegun. The way this singer has developed is on par with being one of the best singers. Use all our means to make his grace known worldwide, and broadcast the young man's singing on MTV. There are some MV signals, but we need a magnificent MV, - Roger Ames commented fervently.

-Are you sure, sir? - someone asked.

-Yes, America's new face, Billy Carson. Jerry, a great producer, insists on his talent. His first album has sold millions without much advertising. He's handsome and even better, he has a music talent, - Roger Ames said.

Taking some notes, images of Billy were needed, photographs, reading Jerry's report, he wanted to capture not a boy but a man. The next step was to saturate the radio stations; second, double the marketing efforts, and some good commercials that make money; third, a national tour; fourth, a North American idol.

-Immediately, sir - the secretary said, making all the arrangements for the campaign.

Lyor Cohen gave his approval; he only shared certain powers in production.

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