Through the Lens of You | Billie Eilish fanfic

Chapter 8: Heart skipped a beat

The energy in the arena was electric that night. Billie was performing in Minneapolis, and the crowd was buzzing, eager to experience her magic. I stood backstage, a blend of nerves and anticipation swirling inside me as I watched her from the wings, feeling the rhythm of the music pulse through the air.

Her voice soared, wrapping around every listener like a warm embrace. Each note felt like a conversation—a secret only we shared, drawing me deeper into her world. As I watched her interact with the crowd, the way she made each person feel seen and heard, I couldn't help but admire her more.

Drew nudged me gently. "She's incredible, isn't she?"

I nodded, my throat a little tight. "Yeah, she really is."

The set moved seamlessly from one song to the next, and the atmosphere shifted with each transition. As Billie started playing bitches broken hearts, the crowd quieted, holding its breath, and I could feel the intensity of the moment wrapping around me like a blanket.

When her eyes caught mine from the stage, a small smile tugged at her lips. For a heartbeat, it felt like the world fell away—just the two of us in our own universe. She sang directly to me, her voice weaving through the crowd.

After the show, Drew and I waited in the green room. The crew was vibrating about the performance, but my focus was solely on Billie. She entered the room, still radiant, hair slightly tousled, and I felt a magnetic pull drawing me closer.

"Hey! You were amazing out there!" I said, genuinely thrilled.

"Thanks! It feels incredible every time" she replied, her eyes brightening at the compliment.

"Do you want to hang out for a bit?" Drew asked, breaking the moment. "I got us some drinks."

Billie nodded, settling into a chair, and I took a seat nearby, my heart racing as I prepared for what felt like another intimate conversation. The laughter of the crew filled the space, but there was an undercurrent of something unspoken between her and me, a tension that both thrilled and scared me.

As the crew laughed and shared stories, I found myself watching her closely. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming lightly on her thigh, her gaze drifting out of the window at the night sky. It was a small moment, but it felt special.

I cleared my throat, breaking my own spell of silence. "What do you think about when you're on stage?"

Billie turned to me, her expression softening. "Honestly? I think about how lucky I am to be there, and how each person in the crowd is experiencing something different. I want them to feel something real."

Her words resonated with me, echoing my own passion for photography. "That's how I feel about capturing moments. It's like... freezing time so people can see what they might have missed."

Billie smiled, the kind of smile that made my heart race, and answered in a soft voice, "Exactly."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, drawing us closer with every shared thought and laughter. As the evening progressed, the crew slowly drifted away, leaving just Billie and me in the green room.

With the chatter fading, the air thickened with an unspoken energy. She looked at me, her gaze steady and searching. "I'm really glad you're here, Heather."

"Me too" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

We held each other's gaze for a moment, the world outside fading into a distant hum. The space between us felt charged as if something monumental was about to happen.

"Can I tell you something?" Billie said, her voice softening, almost vulnerable.

"Of course," I urged, leaning in slightly.

"I've never really connected with anyone like this on tour before," she admitted, her eyes searching mine for understanding. "It's nice to have someone who gets it, who sees me beyond the spotlight."

I felt my heart skip a beat. "I feel the same way. I never expected to connect with you like this."

At that moment, the walls we'd built around ourselves seemed to melt away. The tension lingered, and I felt an overwhelming urge to close the distance between us.

Just then, the door swung open, and the tour manager, an older woman with a no-nonsense attitude, stepped in. "Billie, we need to talk about the setlist for tomorrow," she said, her tone brisk but kind.

The spell was broken, and I felt the electric promise of what could have been slipped away as Billie turned her attention to the manager.

"Sure, give me a minute" Billie replied, her eyes lingering on me for a heartbeat longer before she stood up, the moment hanging in the air like an unfinished thought.

As the tour manager took her away and started discussing logistics, I leaned back slightly, the warmth of our conversation still radiating between us, even as the world around us returned to the chaos of tour life.

I watched as Billie shifted gears, her focus shifting to work, yet I could see traces of our earlier connection lingering in her gaze. It was a reminder that beneath the surface of her hectic life, there was still space for... us.

As the night wound down, I felt the air shift around us. I left the green room that night with a mix of excitement and contemplation, aware that our bond was deepening. Yet, I couldn't ignore the reality of Billie's world—the pressures, the commitments, and the complexities that came with her life on tour. I understood that whatever this was between us, it would require careful navigation.