Fourth night (part 3)

The Buddha Bar was absolutely wild. After the fourth song, Billy took it up a notch and showed a part of the elite what a true singer was, what a real youth breaking through the stage looked like, with his colorful voice driving people insane. He ended up singing 'Snow,' and every single person couldn't help but move their necks, getting swept up in the music as if it were the greatest song ever.

-What makes him so good?- Guy Ritchie asked.

-Everything, darling, everything. His performance is all about the intensity with which he sings, and how he captivates the audience. He has a beautiful voice, made for rock. Add to that his self-confidence; there are few who can make people wait five minutes for a song because he wants to grab a beer. He's so rebellious that I can see why he's won Grammys. People like him, with such a knack for hitting the right notes, have even won over the big shots—those producers and rock-loving entrepreneurs. Now I understand why Robert Plant and Rick Rubin defend the kid like sharks.- Madonna commented.

-Sharks, you say? Is this kid the new David Bowie? - Gy asked.

-Something like that. He doesn't even know it, but he's defended with such affection because he reminds everyone of the rockers from that '80s era. Some say he was born too late; others say he was born to save rock. But listening to him live is a whole different experience. I think I could call myself a fan. - The diva laughed, glancing at her husband, who furrowed his brow.

...

Billy took a sip of his beer.

-Now the improvisations are coming.- Billy said.

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Nossa, hein?

Que que é isso!

Nossa (nossa)

(Assim você me mata)

Ai (se eu te pego)

(Ai, ai, se eu te pego)

Vamo que vamo, turma!

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

-He's singing in Portuguese, - Adriana commented in surprise as she noticed the track, which had traces of acoustic guitar, electric guitar, and a bit of drums—an intro crafted by Sugar Egg, adapted in a moment using the program.

Once again, Billy infused happiness into his performance, a joy that was electrifying for the people from Brazil. Charming and subtle, he made the crowd instinctively move, singing in another language, but for Billy, it was a game. Now his heart raced like a speeding metronome, filled with excitement. He envisioned a dance around the fire, a dance that lasted all night, as elegant as the fact that people needed that side of themselves.

He opened his eyes wide with happiness, expressing emotions in an unexpected way as he saw the boy joyfully stirring the crowd's feelings. He made it easy for those around him to catch onto what he wanted to convey—a paradise.

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Delícia, (delícia)

(Assim você me mata)

(Ai, se eu te pego)

Ai, ai, se eu te pego, hein! (Vai!)

Vamo comigo, turma!

Sábado na balada

A galera começou a dançar

E passou a menina mais linda

Tomei coragem e comecei a falar 

Como é que é, hein?

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

-He's very good,- Madonna commented, knowing how challenging it was to sing in another language. It took a lot of courage to do so. Her renewed interest multiplied with a slight difference, and it was entirely true that he was a great singer.

-We already know that; it's just that I don't quite understand what you like about him,- Guy said. His wife was very particular about music.

...

Billy continued to intertwine his emotions—happiness, dance, and freedom—with a saturation that exuded arrogance in his songs. Singing in Brazilian Portuguese required a lot of focus, but it felt perfect because the crowd embraced it.

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Nossa, nossa

Assim você me mata

Ai, se eu te pego

Ai, ai, se eu te pego

Delícia, delícia

Assim você me mata

Ai, se eu te pego

Ai, ai, se eu te pego, viu!

Se eu te pego, viu?

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Quero ouvir, vai

Sábado na balada

A galera começou a dançar

E passou a menina mais linda

Tomei coragem e comecei a falar

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

He finished the song with a flourish, handing over the microphone. The atmosphere shifted; people were more animated. The boy logged out of the cloud, returned the computer, and went to his table, where models welcomed him with open arms. They seized the moment to give him a warm greeting. He received multiple kisses as he took his seat, and many got to know the singer Billy Carson in his entirety. Even Alessandra, who had previously been a bit distant, joined in to ask him about all the songs he had sung, while he enjoyed Jessica's company as she approached eagerly.

He was a magnet, drawing them closer. As the party continued, people began to regard the singer with much more respect. The fact that he was on the best-seller lists was undeniable, but Billy's sales demographic ranged from 12 to 23 years old, with the male audience extending up to 33. However, only true rock lovers entered that circle, and even among them, expectations were high.

With the start of his large-scale concerts, a good portion of the population already considered Billy an idol, but he had only been on the scene for four years, and social media wasn't even on the map. Through blogs and various fan directives, people were beginning to get to know him, but one thing was clear: no one under 23 didn't know Billy Carson, nor anyone who attended his concerts who didn't buy his albums. He was famous in New York, Chicago, and the UK like no other, but his legend was just beginning to unfold.

***

Alessandra was wild, but the heat of her body and the blinding effect of alcohol told her it didn't matter; she should continue what she was doing. She felt as the guy explored every part of her body, and the modesty that others might have, he certainly did not possess. She felt him kiss her armpits, and for the first time, she let out a strong moan; it was her weak spot, and he didn't even know it. He raised her arms and massaged them while nibbling gently.

-Wait, just a moment, - she murmured, adjusting herself and breathing heavily.

He took her hair and brushed it back while planting soft kisses on her neck. She wanted to hide from the embarrassment of her recent actions. He didn't care; with tenderness, he embraced her body, playing with her hair to one side as he tasted her neck. His arms tightened around her, and she felt his warm erection pressing against her back; it was simply an illusion of madness. He bit down on her shoulder and lifted her arms to massage her armpits. She began to surrender; all her thoughts focused on what was happening—now there was no turning back—as she dedicated herself to feeling every caress.

She turned her face and kissed him fiercely; their tongues flickered, entwined and slick, without shame, kissing every part of each other's souls with the same intensity that lifted them from where they were.

He took her nipples and traced delicate circles around them; she was approaching her limit. She tried to expel the fever coursing through her with electric shocks, but it was too late; her juices began to drip as he touched her soaked sex. As two fingers entered, they both began to slowly explore every intimate spot, even venturing a little higher, making her squirm as he played with her.

He bit down hard on her shoulder again this time, leaving a mark that excited her even more. She was blinded by how he treated her—with such strength and desire that each heartbeat sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. His fingers were eager yet took their time playing with her; he never stopped kissing her. Their eyes met; the primal look in his gaze made her shiver deep within both soul and body—he was a magnificent lover.

He lifted her onto his legs and entered so easily that she only felt a paralyzing dance of fire inside her. He continued quickly while holding her between his arms and the wall; she clawed at his well-defined muscular back with the same intensity that propelled him forward, continuing long enough to fan the flames of pleasure.

She lost all reason as he positioned her in numerous ways she had rarely experienced before; it felt like a contest of desire pushing her to test every limit. At times slow but always steady, he ended up positioning her on all fours while thrusting into her forcefully until a finger pressed into her anus. The madness made her silent, but this touched the deepest part of her being, driving her wild.

Crushed against the bed as he continued relentlessly again and again, she had a premonition that this was the most delicious thing she had ever done. It was so intense that just feeling the heat throughout her body prevented any coherent thoughts from forming. The attraction soared sky-high, and the stimulation from Billy's songs had already brought them here; unable to resist, she spiraled into madness in an unhealthy way.

He released her hair and pressed his body against hers as he bit down again. Her man fell onto the bed and once more attacked her weak spot. Escaping in a melody of orgasms, she once again lost herself—hungry for more in a frenzy of intensity that lasted for ten minutes until he finished inside of her; she had no strength left to resist such an act.

-That was incredible, - Billy said, turning over and pulling Alessandra into his arms.

-You were a bit aggressive,- Alessandra commented.

-That doesn't matter, - he replied

The sun rose in the distance, marking the beginning of the day. They both fell asleep with the dawn.

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