Rock in the ocean. A life brimming with rock that had filled things up for a long time. A high-quality life where rock seemed to captivate any emerging sound. It was the budding way to draw people back in. A quantum leap, nothing urgent for folks, and from thousands of jobs, nobody could do exactly what they wanted.
-You might not like it, - Billy commented to Jack, changing the song order again and pissing off the whole band.
-Why do you want to sing a song I haven't practiced in two months? - Jack remarked.
-If you don't like it, go to hell and hand over the bass, - Billy shot back, laughing, while the groupies and guests watched these two bicker—something that dragged on for nearly twenty minutes; it was a traditional ritual among them.
Billy carried on with his path while awaiting the license from a charming blonde. He needed someone to satisfy him. He didn't know her name. He barely remembered her, though she traveled with the band most of the time. Jerry gave people that vibe that traditions were respected; he paid them a small cut for the trip—two or three thousand for three weeks, not much, but enough for women who just lent their presence.
-We all love the good life, - Billy commented, making that signal that he wanted a woman to deliver that comparable beauty—almost ideal and pliable, the kind that's unmistakable. It's great when a woman satisfies you like it's her sole purpose in life, the desire she loves most and practices with fervor, idolizes, and seems to crave intensely. That's a blowjob from a blonde who'd gladly give her life for him, and she makes it practical for every occasion. There's something magnificent about coming right before a high-stress moment; it's a release that brings you back to life, simply put. That's what they call blowing off some steam. Before it all ends, and that makes the act of relaxing and taking a cold shower in warm weather so satisfying. When you feel it, you grab that fervent comfort. The girl stepped out. Moments later, Zoe Kravitz entered with that fearful look, like she was up to no good.
-I—
-Come here, - Billy said, signaling her to kneel.
She was so willing that she could only shake her head in denial. Witnessing how she tasted a new life. It would be good to have mother and daughter in his bed, and figuring out how to make it happen was the most important part; everything swirled in his mind, now reduced to one way to turn that desire into reality. Her dark eyes almost made him want to snap a photo and take them wherever he pleased, but he didn't want to deny himself too much or too little.
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He grabbed the microphone; a twelfth song segment awaited him. He almost hoped the tour would end tomorrow, but that was just wishful thinking. Particular to a man, nothing particularly obvious or unique. He loved those booming vocals. From the stadium to the movement. Taking a deep breath, he glanced quickly at what remained, with no doubt that life raced on in its final stretch. Everyone geared up to sing in their own style and treat the concert like the work of art it was. He soaked up the crowd's energy.
Fluorescent Adolescent – Arctic Monkeys. Whoever wanted to phone it in. That was their way. One that lingered in that spot, surprising and impulse-driven, giving them the bare minimum passage. Billy didn't deny the image. Foolish.
🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?
Oh the boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had is just a memory
And those dreams weren't as daft as they seem
Aren't as daft as they seem
My love, when you dream them up
🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
His face took on that rugged edge to push through, the kind that connects with people and brings them back. Billy injected lust into a song full of wild energy, because that's what makes a flower bloom. Filling women in a bold way and giving them the space they need; their emotions build up, and when women let go, the man does too. Because he seizes every chance he can—or can't.
-I know what you did, - Lisa Bonet commented to Zoe.
Zoe ignored her mother, her eyes blazing from every angle. No matter. She just wanted to enjoy the concert. Her mother watched her little girl off to the side. It unfolded simply. Nothing peaceful, nothing unreal. All of it flowed through the minimal forms of consideration. Lisa didn't want to do anything ridiculous. She hated being controlled, and when that happened, nothing did. Today they were more famous in the air. They were all people standing aside. A minor issue, nothing standout. Billy cranked the tone to something more sensual; hormones ignited all around, and each of them hit that dance. The women awaited him eagerly; they writhed completely, ready and dramatic at every pitch, and that pitch was the barest exploration.
🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she's told she's gonna get it
I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it
Clinging till I'm getting sentimental
Said she wasn't going but she went still
Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle
Was it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil?
Oh the boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had is just a memory
And those dreams weren't as daft as they seem
Aren't as daft as they seem
My love, when you dream them up
🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
Billy kept ramping up the tone; he needed more and more intensity; it was what he expected when he dramatized a song like that. Then another song, and another, each infusing that dramatic life he craved. He calmed down when only a small verse remained to sing.
🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
Oh, Flo, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go? Whoa
You're falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
Just sounding it out
But you're not coming back again
You're falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You were just sounding it out
But you're not coming back again
🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
He measured his songs then, not wanting to dive deeper or settle for less, whispering powerfully from his soul—that little love ballad so familiar to him, so vividly lived. For his purpose, only a trace of simplicity and pure gold remained, a notch of true passion. He locked eyes with some fans in the crowd and brought them to life, gazing at each one for brief moments, fleeting instants in every note of his voice. He didn't want to stop; it was the pristine way to give people quick chances to rev their engines. He thought about all the autographs and shirts he had to give away, the photos to take, and pictured the Polaroid camera—maybe fifty shots in days, and beyond that, another fifty in the next chances. It was a good, healthy idea.
🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
You used to get it in your fishnets
(Falling about)
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
(You took a left off Last Laugh Lane)
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
(You were just sounding it out)
Is anything as pretty in the past though?
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
(You're not coming back again)
Remember when you used to be a rascal?
🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
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Seeing the crowd in the air, he wanted to belt out a big one.
-You might be scared to come closer, you damn fools, -Billy commented.
-But I promise I'll leave you speechless. -
Sex on Fire rang out, framing the entire night perfectly.
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