Metathesiophobia || Billie Eilish

Chapter 11

"Billie! Billie! Billie!"

The chanting seemed to instantly pluck me out of my sleep so violently that I sat up in alarm. Two or three people were walking around the greenroom either grabbing something from a bag or talking to Billie who was sat in a chair in front of a dressing table. Their conversation seemed hushed, almost if they were trying to not wake me. I rubbed the sleep from my tired eyes and stretched out my legs after I stood up.

"Hey! I was just going to come wake you for the show," she says enthusiastically as she looked at me through the mirror. A hairdresser was busy twisting her hair up in two space buns and I saw the few chains she had on, dazzle in the lights from the greenroom.

"Your fans chanting seems like a better alarm though," I reply with a chuckle before sitting down again.

"Do you feel better?" she asked, a caring look in her eyes.

"Yeah, much. Thanks for letting me crash here," I say and she smiles.

"Would you like to watch the show from inside the pit or backstage?"

"If I didn't pick pit, you should know there's something wrong with me," I say, eliciting a laugh from Billie.

"Cool, well show starts in twenty, but I'll make a call for security to escort you there," she says and does just that. I debate whether I should leave my bag here and only take my phone and a bottle of water and decide it's better without the bag because I'll probably be jumping around a lot since Billie's shows seemed crazy from what I saw on YouTube.

"You ready to go?" Billie asks while I'm scrolling through Instagram. I look up to see a big guy in a black t-shirt with security written over it standing by the doorway. I hum in response and lock my phone before standing up and making my way to Billie.

"Break a leg," I say before hugging her.

"Don't say that shit! I might actually with the way it's going with my weak ass ankles," she says seriously after we pull away.

"Oh yeah, sorry," I pause trying to come up with something better. "You're going to be great," I say sheepishly.

"I'll be searching for you in the crowd," she says as a joke.

"Between thousands of people in the pit...nah," I say with a grin.

"You'll see!" she yells as I'm walking out the room. I only chuckle in response.

Me and the the guy escorting me, walk through the same halls me and Billie did earlier today, but we take a left instead of going right to the stage. The chanting and the chattering seemed to grow in volume as we got closer to the audience section. After he swings open a steel door and walk through, me following behind, I was met with thousands of faces beaming with smiles of excitement. The sight instantly reminded me of all the shows I went to back home, and that flipping feeling in my stomach began to set in the closer we got to the metal barricade.

He stopped walking and asked me where I wanted to be in the pit. I stood on my toes and looked around searching for the middle. I found the middle and told him I wanted to be just a bit in front of it. He nodded before we continued to walk to the closest place the barricade was to the middle. When we got there, he helped me over the barricade and bid me a good show after he told me to go to the front when the show was done.

I slid my way through the small gaps between the bodies, apologizing here and there, when I finally reached where I wanted to be. Soon enough, the lights began to dim and some creepy yet interesting visuals started to play on all the big screens of the arena. The screaming started to increase and I looked to the stage to see Finneas and the drummer getting ready behind their instruments. I decided to pop in my earplugs in preparation for the noise that was coming in a few seconds. And boy did it come.