superstar: sings for everybody

Under the stars, they were gathered around a campfire—a spontaneous night of rest for Billy and the women, marked by dancing on the beach, the warmth of the fire, and the expansive sky above. It was a shame that, in such a paradise filled with life, the stars were hidden from view—this was a place meant to be enjoyed.

-Who invited us here?- Billy asked, taking in the beautiful details of the party.

-It was Isabelle, a French tycoon. He has extensive vineyards here and owns others spread across France and Italy, as well as a lovely villa in Livorno. Perhaps we'll go there for a few days, -Alessandra replied.

Billy nodded confidently, watching Alessandra approach him. To him, she embodied the allure of romance.

-I'm leaving for England tomorrow—come with me for two days before, -he murmured, kissing her neck. The whispered words tickled her ear, igniting a spark between them. She bit her lip, captivated by his playful intensity, enjoying both the passion and the feeling of being the center of attention—a decision was forming within her.

-I can't, though I'd love to. We have a meeting in L.A.; as much as I'd be thrilled to be with you, it's impossible to break my work commitments,- Alessandra whispered back, meeting his eyes, hoping he understood that their bond was close and deeply cherished.

-When does the runway end?- Billy asked.

-On the 28th, and then we have a lingerie showcase through July 2,- Alessandra replied.

-Come with me then; it would be the perfect chance for us to be together,- Billy suggested. Alessandra's clear eyes reflected hesitation, her gaze lowering as doubt crossed her mind. Nervous about what lay ahead and what it all meant, she tried to form an answer but stopped herself, looking away, concentrating. By now, only four people remained: Kurkova, Adriana Lima, Isabelle, and Alessandra, part of a familiar circle of "angels." She was dividing her time between the U.S. and these two groups, partially separated by their complexities.

-I don't want to go to England, but we could meet in Brazil in August or maybe at the end of November. There's Formula 1 and sunrise parties, and if we make time, the beach is the perfect spot,- Alessandra suggested.

-I have to shoot, but there's… oh, never mind. Let's meet when time allows; I don't know what's ahead,- Billy said, kissing her lips before walking over to a young man sitting on the sand. After exchanging some whispered words, the young man handed him a guitar. Kei, the young man, seemed to find peace through music, a way to unlock his spirit.

-Are you going to sing?- Adriana asked.

-A little. Our singing might be all we need, - Billy said, sitting down beside Alessandra. He gently pulled her to sit between his legs. - Don't make them wait; they all want to hear us sing a bit, -he murmured. She closed her eyes, slightly annoyed but settling comfortably against him, her head on his shoulder.

A slight blush crept onto her cheeks.

-'I'm Yours' (Jason Mraz), - he whispered to Alessandra, so only she could hear.

People gathered closer, eager to hear each word, each verse. They were expectant, recognizing the power in lyrics and music—a force capable of bringing love, sadness, and hope. The emotions carried in music took root, like seeds that blossom into memories rich with feeling and significance.

He plucked a few gentle notes, arranging each measure with care to reach the hearts of those around him. His singing was a vibrant, resonant weapon that filled the air.

-In case anyone is wondering, I wrote this song about five months ago,- Billy said, strumming the guitar.

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🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Well, you done, done me in, you bet I felt it

I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted

I fell right through the cracks

Now I'm trying to get back

Before the cool done run out, I'll be givin' it my bestest

And nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention

I reckon it's again my turn

To win some or learn some

But I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait, I'm yours

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Imprinted in the desire to find a place to stay, a home, or simply a space to feel at ease, were the places people seek. It captured the human need to connect with the earth, memories of vacations, the morning sunlight, the refreshing rain, and the light warmth of the early sun—recalling two people made to love each other.

The curve of a woman lying naked on the bed, each of them gazing into each other's eyes, feeling their closeness as their fingers trailed over each other. Billy touched his lover gently, savoring that superstitious morning moment, so contrary to what should be, so precious in its simplicity.

Their love—Alessandra bit Billy's shoulder, her hair falling across him. The sensation was powerful, almost fatal.

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🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Well, open up your mind and see like me

Open up your plans and, damn, you're free

Look into your heart, and you'll find love, love, love, love

Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing

We're just one big family

And it's our godforsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved

So I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait, I'm sure

There's no need to complicate,

 our time is short

This is our fate, I'm yours

Do, do, do, do you

But do you, do you, do, do

But do you want to come on?

Scooch on over closer, dear

And I will nibble your ear

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Among the voices in the world, Billy stood out, carrying a unique appeal that led others to dream. Some swayed along with the music, while others closed their eyes to fully take in the song, a mischievous way of embracing the power of music.

-He's the best singer in the world,- commented a woman in the crowd. More people had gathered, watching the performance with awe.

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror

And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer

But my breath fogged up the glass

And so I drew a new face and I laughed

I guess what I'll be saying is there ain't no better reason

To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons

It's what we aim to do

Our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait, I'm yours

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

...

A good song reflects the message it carries, a blend of words and melodies working in harmony. But Billy believes words have a soul, and that soul carries the essence of the song to others. When a song has a soul, it reaches people, touching them profoundly.

If you can respond to the audience, regardless of who they are, that is the artist's victory. A song becomes a love letter not only to one person but to everyone listening. It's a gift, a moment of shared happiness, of fluttering eyelids filled with joy. A song is a way to celebrate what made us happy, and shared with others—a moment that catches listeners off-guard, romantic in its last notes. This romance can be a letter of triumph, love, longing, beginning or end, extending just a bit further. And as it fades, it leaves each person with a memory that resonates with life and connection.

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

Open up your mind and see like me

Open up your plans and, damn, you're free

Look into your heart, and you'll find that the sky is yours

So please don't, please don't, please don't

There's no need to complicate

'Cause our time is short

This, oh, this, oh, this is our fate

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

I'm yours

Oh, I'm yours

Oh, I'm yours

Oh, whoa-oh

Baby, do believe I'm yours

You best believe, you best believe I'm yours

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

...

Billy paused, looking at his listeners, feeling their anticipation.

-For now, that's all I'll sing… unless a beautiful woman requests another song, - Billy joked.

Alessandra held her emotions in check, yet something in her felt unsteady. She wasn't sure what exactly stirred her, but it led her to sing along, a thread that had slowly woven itself into her heart. She fell silent, the gathering ending with a bittersweet note lingering in the air, leaving her with a sense of loss. For Billy, it was just a visible moment, but for others, it marked a change—a dream come to life.