In The Crowd - B.E.

Chapter One - Billie

"Where are my good girls at? Are you a good girl?" I say right before All The Good Girls Go To Hell starts, and everybody screams. I love that. I love this. I love touring and doing these shows. I love it all. It makes me happy. I never thought I would feel this way and make it this far, but here I am.

"All the good girls go to hell 'cause even God herself has enemies," everybody is singing along and enjoying themselves. Or at least I hope they are. I wouldn't want anybody to not have fun here.

I'm looking in the crowd, and I see all these people holding up signs. I'm trying my best not to read them because if I read them, I'll forget what I'm doing and what I'm supposed to be singing.

-

Finneas and I are now sitting in our chairs, getting ready to start Your Power. It's kind of quiet except for the few people here and there who are screaming something every couple of seconds. I laugh because I've started reading the signs while we're getting everything set.

"Guys, what the hell are these signs," I laugh. Some people are normal with the "I love you's" and the "you're amazing" and stuff like that. And then there's "sign my tits" and shit like that. I love my fans. They're my family, really. It gets quiet when the song starts.

As I'm singing, I occasionally look around to see all the faces of the people here. I love seeing their faces. They're so cute. As I'm looking around, I lock eyes with this girl. God, she's beautiful. Holy shit! I see her singing the lyrics along with me. I don't wanna look away, but I know I have to. I don't want to look creepy.

The show is getting ready to end. I chose to end it with a hype note. The last song is You Should See Me In A Crown. I really don't want this to end. I'm having a great time right now. As I'm dancing around and doing my usual bullshit. I'm trying to find that girl again. I wanna see her one more time before this ends because there's no way I'm gonna see her again after this.

I'm already halfway done with the song, and I can't find her. Damn. That's kind of disappointing. I looked in the area I had seen her before again, just hoping I could find her. And I did. She has her phone up and pointed at me. I smiled at her and got down on my knees in front of her. I lowered her phone, and she looked up at me. I could see the fear and excitement in her eyes. I never broke eye contact. Her face was turning a bright red. After about 20 seconds of looking into her eyes, I finally got up and finished the song.

Finneas and I stand up in front of everybody as Goodbye starts playing. There are people still screaming, I can see people crying, and some are laughing. I think this has been the best night of my life. I thank everybody for coming and say goodbye, and then Finneas and I walk off stage.

I sit down on a couch exhausted. I lay there, and I just started replaying in my head that girl. She's so beautiful. Too bad I'll never know who she is. That's unfortunate.

"What are you thinking about?" I hear Finneas ask. I sigh and shake my head.

"Nothing,"

"Billie, you did great tonight. Don't overthink it," he tells me. I sit up and look at him.

"I'm not overthinking tonight at all," he just sits there, waiting for me to continue. I roll my eyes. "I'm just thinking about something."

"Is it a person?"

"There was just this really beautiful girl in the crowd tonight," he laughs.

"There's always a really beautiful girl in the crowd for you. You're always calling your fans beautiful and pretty."

"Well, that's because they all are. But this girl, she was like... oh my God. Once I saw her, I kept trying to find her. She's that pretty." I told him.

"You sound stupid. Are you falling in love with a stranger, Billie?" He jokes. I laugh.

"Oh, because I would be the first celebrity to do so," I say in defense. "But what does that matter? It's not like I'll ever see her again."

"True. But you never know. Maybe you'll see her again, but don't let that get your hopes up, " he jokes again.

"You're an asshole," I tell him, but before he can say anything else, our parents and Claudia come through the door.

"How do you feel? Are you okay?" My mom asked. I nod.

"Just tired. I just wanna go home now." I tell her. She nods, and we all start getting ready to leave.

-

When I get home, I get into the shower and start getting ready for the night. I go to my kitchen and get a snack before heading to bed.

I lay down get under the covers and get on my phone. As I scroll through Instagram, I see all the people who took videos and pictures tonight posting everything they have. I smile as I scroll through it all residing the captions of how much fun they had and how much they miss me and whatever else. I keep scrolling until I get to a post that has a group of people in it. A group of friends, I'd assume. I don't recognize any of them except one. It was the girl from tonight. I checked to see if they tagged her, and they did. I clicked on her account, and I started scrolling through it.

There aren't very many posts. Only three of them. Is this stalker-like? I don't care. I started going through the posts, and it isn't really much. Just pictures of sunrises and sunsets, food, and friends. Not really anything of her. I keep going through them, and there are a couple of pictures of her. She's so pretty. Her bio says she's 18. Oh, she's just a baby. I say that when I'm only 22.

I'm just looking at her account and debating on if I should follow her or not. No, that'd be weird. I don't even know her. And she doesn't even know me. Not technically anyway. I sigh and turn my phone off, and put it down. I should get some sleep. It's getting late.