-He's an amazing singer, - Dover exclaimed loudly upon hearing the young man. He wondered about everything he must be thinking. How old was he? It was a curiosity, but he was a singer of stature, and his friends were equally amazed, uncommonly surprised by the size of the singer.
He hadn't expected anything less, as Billy was giving a master class in music, dance, and performance in a broad sense, not in a common sense. It was more; it was a sense of passion through every pore and every attitude. This behavior was evident in his inexperience; Billy simply let himself be carried away by the music, music that would uplift his pride, and his spirit, uncommonly. He exuded contagious charisma.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh," the screams resounded, while Dover rejoiced in the spirit.
This was Billy Carson, but now happiness infected Dover, a new fervent fan emerged in Dover's thoughts—a warmth that had carried him since childhood for music. Something planted itself in the hearts not only of Dover but of all present, who listened attentively to the song the boy sang, very different from what was planned, everything he sang resonated deeply.
-I'm amazed he's so unknown, - Bobby mentioned, somewhat thrown off by how he was beginning to act. It was considerably advantageous how people were starting to react.
-He's a rookie; his first album is three months old, - Dover said, paying close attention to everything the people in the circle were chanting.
-I think people don't realize what they're missing out on, - Nicol murmured, having seen many things. One of them was that she, too, hadn't found anything special in the album, but now she had a clear idea of how magnificent the boy's singing was.
"It'll be different now. I think I'll buy his album and wait to see him again; he has my support," Dover said.
It was majestic. After hearing one last powerful sound of music that remarkably cleared the minds of joyous people, for "Teenager" was a song full of strength, all the song did was ...
-The next song is a special one, 'Somewhere Only We Know.' I hope you like it as much as I do. We all want to escape to a place where we're wanted, - Billy Carson said into the microphone.
For Agustina in the front row, the feeling was different, even greater, as he sang from his emotions, and those emotions categorized him as a romantic, sensitive person. For her, this was the song she liked the most, a song from the heart. Billy dedicated it to her, and just hearing the beginning filled her with unprecedented love.
...
🎵🎶🎶🎵
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
🎵🎶🎶🎵
The song was a pause from the aggressive performance Billy had given in the last few songs. In it, the farewell of a love rarely seen. The girls melted for Billy's performance because, with his constant rise in level, the song felt fresher, and the singing gave them many satisfying ways to see things. Common delivery began to take many forms; one of them was clarity, the aspect of communion between two people. It could represent feelings of childhood memories, and breakups, and among them was the insatiable character of believing that everything was resolved in a lifelong relationship, of loneliness. It was a very versatile song.
...
🎵🎶🎶🎵
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know.
This could be the end of everything
So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
🎵🎶🎶🎵
-My boy is so talented, - Agustina said, the sound interposing between her thoughts.
🎵🎶🎶🎵
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know.
This could be the end of everything
So, why don't we go?
So, why don't we go?
Ooh, oh-oh
Ah, oh
This could be the end of everything
So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know
🎵🎶🎶🎵
The fans in the audience were left with an impressed joy on their faces. Some had come here just to catch Radiohead or Local H, but they found a new follower that filled them with pride, a different view than expected. Between Billy's singing and the grand start, 7000 people roared with apparent favor that could only be claimed for one particular thing: admiration for music. Platonic and very sporty, it was the love they had for each other, all dwindling quickly.
Agustina decided to leave the place, still happy about the songs Billy sang, still in a suspended dream in which only the incandescent image of Billy appeared occasionally. She still hadn't found the musician that so many others found in her son, but she didn't doubt that he was one of the best singers. Perhaps he would become the king of rock.
-Good morning, -Agustina said, noting a quick pass as she headed towards the dressing rooms. There, Agustina ran to embrace her dear boy.
-You're fantastic, - Agustina said.
She felt a big hug from Billy.
-I'm the best, I'm the best singer in the world, - Billy murmured to his mother, who was only patting his sweaty hair.
They both walked to the dressing rooms, this time much more improvised, a tent with plastic chairs.
-I'm glad to always see you so happy after a concert. Although it's the first time, I can see that you're great. However, if we compare it to many of the musical collections, you must keep training and improving, - Agustina said, mulling over in her head.
-Mother, I'll keep improving. I've been thinking that we could travel to Argentina for next year's vacation. Jerry mentioned that in summer is when most festivals happen, as I told you, I want to see your country,- Billy said.
-You'll love Argentina; it's one of the most beautiful places I know, because of its people, of course, although they seem a bit arrogant, they value many things that I always wanted to teach you, - Agustina said, taking a seat next to Billy, both of them happy there.
-Well, I can't wait for the wood-fired barbecues you've talked so much about, although I prefer yours. I'm dying to try those you've praised so much, - Billy said.