The show in Singapore was nothing short of spectacular. Billie had owned the stage, her energy electrifying the entire arena. Story stood in awe as she watched the crowd react to her friend, their screams nearly deafening, a wave of sound and love that filled every inch of the space. It was easily the loudest crowd yet, and Story couldn't help but feel inspired.
As the final notes of Happier Than Ever faded and confetti rained down on the audience, Story's mind raced. She imagined herself in Billie's shoes, performing for thousands of fans who knew every word to her songs. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. One day, she thought. One day, this could be me.
When the show was over, Story lingered near the edge of the stage, watching the arena gradually empty out. She noticed the different ways people left—some fans lingered in their seats, visibly reluctant to leave, soaking up every last moment of the experience. Others rushed out, likely trying to beat the inevitable crush of traffic outside. Story smiled softly, soaking in the human connection and emotion that Billie had sparked in so many people tonight.
Finally, she decided to head back to Billie's dressing room. The halls backstage were quieter now, the energy from the show gradually dissipating. As she approached Billie's door, she paused for a moment before stepping inside.
Billie was sitting on the couch, still in her stage outfit, her head slightly tilted as if lost in thought. Her expression was calm but distant, her blue eyes gazing at something invisible, something only she could see.
"Hey," Story greeted gently, stepping further into the room.
Billie's head turned, and she offered a small smile. "Hey."
"You okay?" Story asked, sitting down next to her.
"Yeah," Billie said after a moment, nodding. "Just... thinking."
Story tilted her head, curious but unwilling to pry too much. Billie seemed to get like this sometimes after shows, as though the adrenaline of the performance left her with too much space for her thoughts to roam.
"Well," Story began, her voice full of warmth, "I just want you to know how incredible you were tonight. Honestly, I don't think I'll ever get tired of watching you perform."
Billie's face softened, and her smile grew a little wider. "Thanks, Story. That means a lot."
The genuine gratitude in Billie's voice made Story's chest tighten in a way she couldn't quite explain. She reached out and lightly touched Billie's arm. "I'm serious. You're amazing, Billie. I hope you know that."
The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the air between them filled with mutual respect and admiration.
"So," Story said, breaking the quiet, "what's the plan for tonight? Because I feel like we deserve to unwind after a night like this."
Billie's face brightened. "Disney movies?"
Story grinned. "You know me so well."
They began discussing their favorites, rattling off titles like The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, and Frozen. But when Story mentioned Tangled, Billie's head snapped up, her eyes lighting with surprise.
"Wait, Tangled is your favorite?" Billie asked, her voice rising slightly.
"Yeah! Why, is it yours too?"
"Of course it is! Rapunzel is a queen," Billie declared.
Story gasped in mock shock. "No way! Okay, tell me your favorite scene."
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Everything I Wanted
FanfictionRising 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...
