Lovely;Billie Eilish

Chapter 11

Today is the first day of Billies tour and were performing in a few hours. Right now we're in a room full of racks of clothes to pick from to wear later on stage.

Billie went for her usual baggy look wearing a dark brown Gucci monogram T-shirt and shorts with white mid airforce 1s. Obviously wearing her original choice of big chains and chunky rings. I really didn't know what I wanted to wear.

I decided on distressed loose baggy ripped jeans, a white oversized hoodie and a distressed denim jacket to match, and to finish it all off with some white off white low airforce.

Next was hair and make-up. I just got my hair straightened as I was planning on wearing a hat. I had minimal make-up applied as I hate wearing it.

I walked into the green room where my backpack was with my belongings. I unzip the front pocket taking out my thin silver chain and the cross chain that belonged to my grandma.

I clip them on around my neck before sliding on my plain silver thumb ring. It was only a few minutes before I had to head on stage to open. I lift my white Calvin Klein cap and place it on my head fixing any hair that was out of place.

Quickly I was called outve the room and had my ear piece handed to me so I could put it in and check it was working fine.

"That's your cue" a guy from the stage crew called out before guiding me towards the side entrance of the stage.

My heart was beating out of my chest and my palms were profusely sweating against my will. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and the butterfly's arise in my stomach giving me a sense of sickness.

I walk out on stage and the crowd begins to cheer causing a smile to grow across my face. Billies fans are so nice and supportive.

"I know I'm not Billie but hopefully I can put on a show for you guys tonight" I spoke into the microphone. "If you don't already know my names Sam" The crowd started cheering again. "Wow I've never played infront of a crowd this big I'm only used to a few people" I lightly laughed into the microphone. Again another cheer erupted.

"Alright enough of this rambling I'll go ahead and get into it, this first song is called Tread on me" I said.

I pick up my guitar and start strumming the chords.

Well, I come a long way from the trips and the shaky hands

The crowd started cheering. I smile and continue playing the chords.

If you're looking down on me, I could really give a good goddamn

Lot of miles, lot of folds, I'm still findin' out who I am

Lot of miles, lot of folds, I'm still findin' out who I am

I look out towards the dimly light crowd of phone flashlights, presumably people taking videos. I close my eyes and continue playing.

And every time, it's my fault somehow
Now I know why you don't trust me now

Every time, it's my fault somehow

The back track started playing and I continued to play my guitar and sing the words.

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't