Rising star Story Belle is quickly finding her voice in a world where dreams rarely come true. With lyrics that cut to the core and a sound as unique as she is, she's caught the attention of fans everywhere. But there's one person she's always hoped...
Story took a step back from the mirror, appraising her outfit with a satisfied nod. She'd chosen a tight navy cropped t-shirt that accentuated her petite frame and paired it with a crisp white mini poplin skirt that swished lightly with each movement. Her white ankle-high socks peeked out from black platform heels, giving her just a little extra height. She slid on sleek black glasses to complete the look, giving herself a final once-over.
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As she adjusted a strand of her freshly curled hair, the bathroom door opened. Billie stepped out, her damp hair falling messily around her face, dressed in her signature oversized style—a black hoodie paired with baggy cream-colored pants.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch.
Billie froze mid-step, her gaze trailing over Story's reflection. She didn't realize she was staring, captivated by how effortlessly Story blended casual and chic. The glasses, the subtle makeup, the way her skirt accentuated her movements—it all left Billie momentarily speechless.
Unbeknownst to Billie, Story's own gaze flicked up to meet hers. Though she played it off by pretending to adjust her glasses, her heart thudded in her chest. Billie's confident yet relaxed style always left her in awe. Story admired how authentic Billie always seemed, never trying too hard yet managing to command attention.
The charged silence was broken by a sudden knock at the door. Both girls startled, blinking as if pulled out of a shared trance.
Billie was the first to recover, muttering, "I'll get it," as she crossed the room to open the door.
Standing in the hallway was Maggie, smiling warmly. "You two ready? The van's waiting downstairs. We've got a busy day ahead."
"Almost," Billie replied, glancing back at Story, who was now slipping her phone and essentials into a black handbag.
"Perfect," Maggie said. "Let's head down in five."
Billie closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, her lips quirking into a small smile. "You look nice, by the way," she said casually, though her tone carried more sincerity than she intended.
Story turned, her cheeks tinting pink. "Thanks. You too."
They shared a brief smile before grabbing their things and heading out, the earlier moment hanging in the air like an unspoken secret. Both girls felt it but chose not to linger on it—for now.
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The van ride to the Mall of Asia Arena hummed with anticipation and excitement. Music played softly in the background as the group—Billie, Story, Finneas, Claudia, Maggie, and Patrick—chatted about their plans for the day and swapped tour stories. Finneas had everyone laughing with a tale about an impromptu jam session during their last tour that nearly ended in disaster when a keyboard malfunctioned mid-song.
