Billy finished the presentation, now followed by the party afterward, a cocktail of many things, but among them was the realization that all people... Avril spoke with her band members, trying to disguise the blow. Is that the big problem of why she resisted releasing big songs and dedicated a lifeless close to the public? All her great songs have been reluctant and poorly considered. The fact that the pressure from Artisan, Columbia, and later Sony has little interest beyond causing controversies has been one of the most questioned record labels, and most of her relationships end in bad shape... The fact that Avril's public relations fail to meet expectations to win awards suggests many things.
Who to blame when hidden truths converge into a single disappointment? Strength, or perhaps it is the fate of the person who cannot strengthen themselves with their disappointment. Constant loss is like a weight splattered with disillusionment. It's a terrifying part of the activities, being lost in foreign thoughts that can burn at least, but are suppressed by the pressure of not reaching goals, being enveloped in forgetfulness, and all the accompanying things that people go through at that moment, either by their thoughts, but considering oneself insufficient is a rock that weighs, both in mind and heart. Striving is a star that cannot be tied, attacking without discipline, but is discipline necessary to succeed? It is the unaltered order of a process. To achieve this, I must adhere to schedules, I must be a person willing to always resort to didactic methods.
-Hey, -said Billy, pulling Avril to the side. The blonde turned, surprised, her chubby cheeks still highlighting that childish look, unlike Billy, who has a more chiseled face.
-Billy, - said Avril. "Congratulations on your overwhelming victory. I thought I would at least win for Best Album, but you're a tough opponent. I don't feel so bad knowing I'm losing to you."
The blonde replied, her blue hair falling, as she gave Billy a strong pat on the shoulder. Avril had something, and it was that she didn't adapt to her femininity as easily as she seemed.
Billy leaned a bit closer to Avril and whispered something that caught the attention of some people. In this rather restrained party, there were some journalists, and important figures who were nearby.
-Keep working hard, I like your music, - Billy said. Avril's bright green-blue eyes were a reality; she nodded, swallowing deeply, a symbol of sheer embarrassment.
-Next time, we have to keep working on some songs and review the writing and composition differently, more segregated to technical taste. Even I'm surprised you have a music teacher. People would be surprised to know you have a music teacher, - the petite one commented as she walked with Billy to a sofa occupied by two older businessmen, or so it seemed.
While Billy took a seat, she sat on his lap and began to tell him everything, to the surprise of the men who became uncomfortable with the whispers of the young ones, especially because one of them was Billy Carson, the rock star, and the one who contained an improbable grace, that the young man cooperated, was already amplified and known that he was a rebellious young man.
-Hahaha, don't make me laugh, silly, - Avril said.
-They'll leave soon, little one... Do you want to come to my room? We can watch movies and do something else, - Billy commented.
-Yes, since you escaped in December to who knows where you owe me an apology, - Avril commented.
-Oh, excuse me. I promise to behave better this time, - Billy said, pulling Avril a little closer to him.
The cameras weren't focused, but the glances were, as soon as a brief signal and a brief call were enough for her to approach close enough. Both got into a car and headed to the hotel, not without some cameras catching them before leaving the hotel. Before leaving, Billy gave a slight look to Connor and others enjoying the party. He could see Connor surrounded by two others speaking in low voices; they seemed to be drummers or something similar.
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Billy arrived to find the blonde in a black punk-style pajama, as they watched movies, it was almost dawn, and the blonde fell asleep completely. Seeing her asleep, Billy adjusted his pajamas, then took a small cap and some glasses, trying to blend in as much as possible. He shook his head and removed those items, then found some casual clothes, taking off his rings and earrings. He put on an orange cap and a large gray jacket.
He kissed Avril on the forehead before walking to the exit and descending the emergency stairs until reaching two floors below. With each floor, his anticipation grew. Upon opening the door, he found a woman with almost white blonde hair, and from there he saw that Avril was wearing a long red nightgown, her prominent freckle a symbol of beauty, accentuating her allure.
Billy closed the door and approached, taking her in his arms. -I missed you so much, my love, - he murmured, rubbing his forehead against her chest, while the blonde smiled fantastically.
-Oh, stop it, - the blonde said, giving him a deep kiss as they conspired in deep kisses.
-Haha, you're eager, - Billy remarked, giving more kisses and continuing in that dance. "How much time do we have? I hope your husband won't interrupt us."
-He's at home, throwing a tantrum. We have until dawn before he comes back at six or seven, - the blonde said, continuing with deep kisses.
-I'll be touring London in May. You can make the reservation beforehand. It would be fabulous to have you as my companion, - Billy said, kissing the blonde's neck while caressing her body, feeling its slimness. He lifted her dress to reveal black lace covering a small part of her body.
-If I have the chance. I have my chores. It's been a success, and I'll probably work tirelessly. My agent wants me to take advantage of the success, - the blonde said, removing Billy's shirt while he squeezed her slender waist.
-Do as you please, Gwen, but then don't beg, - he said with a smile.
-Shut up, -Gwen said.
At that moment, she was taken forcefully by Billy as he continued to mark his hands on every part of her body. The rough treatment seemed like a serenade, and they both bit their lips and moaned.
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