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August 14th:

-Lisa's pov-

I grabbed my phone and called Hannah.

"Hey, gurl, what are you up to tomorrow?" I asked her.

"Not much. Do you want to grab a few Mojitos and go swimming at the lake?" she replied.

"No, actually, we're going to Hungary. Once we get there, you'll understand. We have to get going now. Sorry if you hate me," I said.

"What am I supposed to do in freaking Hungary?" Hannah said, not amused by the situation.

"Help me get Billie back," I said confidently.

"Girl, you're so delulu. I'm done with this Billie bullshit. We are not going to Hungary," she said.

"Do I have to remind you of what I did at the beginning of last year when you and Jacob broke up? Don't call me delulu, girl. We are going. I can't do this on my own, so I need you with me," I retorted.

"What time are we leaving?" she asked.

"Half an hour."

"I hate you, Lisa."

"Love you too," I replied and ended the call.

I quickly packed all my stuff and loaded it into my car. Then, I drove to Hannah's place to pick her up. It took us a little over 2.5 hours to get to Budapest, where the Sziget festival took place. I brought a giant cardboard with me, and we started brainstorming what I could write on it in the car to make Billie recognize me in the crowd.

After some time, I wrote, "I bamboo you," because she would associate it with our surf trip, where we drank an ungodly amount of Bamboos. I wanted this to work, and I was worried about tomorrow. 

We had to be at the venue early to get the barricade or at least get close to it so she would see me. We woke up at 6 a.m. and headed to the gates. We waited in the heat all day.  

The people queuing with us were super friendly and talked a lot. They even asked about my sign. I didn't know what to say, so I just told them it meant "I love you" in German, and since they were all Hungarian, they believed me.

Finally, around 3 o'clock, they let us into the stage area. We sprinted as fast as we could and made it to the barricade. I was so happy because that meant she would probably see me. OR at least I would get to see her.

I got increasingly nervous, and it was only 3 p.m. The heat was starting to make all of us feel weak. Billie finally came on at 10 p.m. after watching Girl in R.E.D. and another artist I didn't know. I had never seen her perform live before, so I was hyped about it but still nervous because she said she hated me after what happened between us. 

Shit felt super strange because I knew we were on holiday together, had a physical relationship, and low-key had developed feelings for each other, and now she was up on stage being admired by thousands. I can't even imagine what it must feel like for her to be standing up there.

She started her performance with Bury A Friend, and the crowd went wild. I stood there, somewhat stunned, because I had to remind myself that Billie was Billie Eilish.

I was surrounded by 16-year-olds losing their fucking minds, sobbing uncontrollably, and screaming her name. Stange world. Cool but strange. I felt old, though.

It was overwhelming, I have to admit. I wondered if she would even notice me with so many faces all looking at her, screaming and crying.

Perhaps I was wrong, but I think we made eye contact for a split second at the end of that first song. 

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