sometimes things don't happen as they should. Even if Billy's charisma increases while he sings, ends up having the opposite effect.
Billy's singing moved Gwen, but the frustration was evident in her tender heart. The songs, though well-intentioned, only led to a dead end. While it might have been right for Billy, the emotional display was more than just an airing of grievances; it was something private and personal, a gesture that touched her but missed the mark.
-I think I'm going home; I'm exhausted. You can say goodbye for me, - commented Gwen Stefani to the band, her expression tinged with disdain. The band members shrugged, each focused on crafting Billy's new album—a highlight for them as they had been part of its development.
-Don't worry, sis, we'll go together, - replied Eric Stefani, Gwen's brother and confidant. Yet, Gwen felt vulnerable, and her brother's proximity only twisted her insides further; guilt began weighing on her like a burden.
-I'm not feeling well; I'll take a break, - Gwen remarked, listening to Billy's melodious voice, still improving. It wasn't Grammy-worthy yet, but it carried such melodic and powerful percussion that it urged a moment of acceptance.
She walked out, followed by a few people, stepping into a black van that took her to the hotel. In the distance, Billy's voice caused a sense of panic.
Billy raised his arms as the women went wild, and the crowd erupted in screams and applause. Billy's intent was driven by his desire for Gwen to have something for herself—a love letter to the life she carried, very romantic. His smile for the audience only fueled rumors, and it was these rumors that listed everyone's love.
-First of all, I want to thank all of you, Las Vegas, the organizers, and the kind folks who welcomed us with warmth. Please don't doubt that the MGM hotel facilities are among the best, - Billy said, his powerful voice and strength typically growing, a love for the people.
-No problem, the concert was a success, and it's more than we expected, - Billy said, not expecting his words to be so powerful. Goodwill is always easy to win, which is why Billy's charisma was something to appreciate in most cases; small details are different from large ones.
-HAHAHA HAHAHA, - the scream echoed in the stadium, as usual, and people's voices began to sound for everyone. That they were asking for new songs, and it
Billy's singing moved Gwen, but the frustration was evident in her tender heart. The songs, though well-intentioned, only led to a dead end. While it might have been right for Billy, the emotional display was more than just an airing of grievances; it was something private and personal, a gesture that touched her but missed the mark.
-I think I'm going home; I'm exhausted. You can say goodbye for me, - commented Gwen Stefani to the band, her expression tinged with disdain. The band members shrugged, each focused on crafting Billy's new album—a highlight for them as they had been part of its development.
-Don't worry, sis, we'll go together, - replied Eric Stefani, Gwen's brother and confidant. Yet, Gwen felt vulnerable, and her brother's proximity only twisted her insides further; guilt began weighing on her like a burden.
-I'm not feeling well; I'll take a break, - Gwen remarked, listening to Billy's melodious voice, still improving. It wasn't Grammy-worthy yet, but it carried such melodic and powerful percussion that it urged a moment of acceptance.
She walked out, followed by a few people, stepping into a black van that took her to the hotel. In the distance, Billy's voice caused a sense of panic.
Billy raised his arms as the women went wild, and the crowd erupted in screams and applause. Billy's intent was driven by his desire for Gwen to have something for herself—a love letter to the life she carried, very romantic. His smile for the audience only fueled rumors, and it was these rumors that listed everyone's love.
-First of all, I want to thank all of you, Las Vegas, the organizers, and the kind folks who welcomed us with warmth. Please don't doubt that the MGM hotel facilities are among the best, - Billy said, his powerful voice and strength typically growing, a love for the people.
-No problem, the concert was a success, and it's more than we expected, - Billy said, not expecting his words to be so powerful. Goodwill is always easy to win, which is why Billy's charisma was something to appreciate in most cases; small details are different from large ones.
-HAHAHA HAHAHA, - the scream echoed in the stadium, as usual, and people's voices began to sound for everyone. They were asking for new songs, and it was these songs that were detailing an intrinsic love for all those who listened, of the 60 public songs by Billy, 55 were hits, outlining each song's complexity.
-I'm sorry, but my voice is tired, guys. I've had three concerts in nine days, and my voice can't entertain your requests. However, I'll be at the MGM hotel signing autographs and taking photos for all of you VIPs who paid the special price. I want to raffle a dinner with three fans; you are the people who bring light to my career. Please don't lose your tickets or proof of it; I estimate around 100 people, - Billy said.
another nonsense, promising things that are not planned, the production team was running.
***
-Winning applause from the guests," Ahmet Etergun laughed. "See what I mean, Josh? Beyond being a singer, this kid is a public relations expert; he sticks to his fans, doesn't discriminate, he's so genuine and honest. And he even greeted those LGBTI members with their extravagant looks—something not many musicians approve of these days. He's a man who knows how to connect."
-All the work and goodwill go to Jerry. And you love how he brings money to your table, - Robert commented. Listening to the album with approval in his eyes, Billy's magnificence to touch strings and initiate songs. Josh believed that, beyond his charisma to attract people, he had that call, it was the sharp style of reading the audience and singing accordingly, that stage management could improve, it was his singing talent that gave that energy so distinctive that, on the other hand, it could not be valued.
-You're right, but Jerry negotiated an unfair contract for all of us. The percentages are too high for the kid who will see the bottom as a giant in June of this year. Jerry has been good at his investments, - Ahmet replied somewhat dissatisfied.
-Being rude, how much money has the boy brought in since he started singing? - Josh asked.
-A lot of money, more than I initially considered feasible, - Ahmet commented.
-Enough to... -
-Enough for Warner to be willing to meet all his demands, earnings are on the rise, and I'm clear that in the first year, and the worst, the figures were enough to pay off debts, and in the second year, I made more than all our artists together, as did the third year, Warner, yielded the contract to Warner Music, and gave us the outsourcing, but the transfer was very significant, - Ahmet commented, keeping the numbers to himself. The transfer was 500 million plus 2% of the profits during the term of the contract. This was the money above Ahmet's estimate, until the explosion this year, which was on the rise, the tour, the albums, the Grammy, and Warner would already have earned enough money for the coming seasons.
-It must be a very large sum to be on the streets, for now, it just makes me happy, the rock industry was born again thanks to the boy, Billy extended the time of the genre for another ten years, singers who thought they had retired have decided to give another year, and new bands have dared, the light of rock, remains alive, over the predictions of a decade of pop, - Jos Roibert said.
***
-The boy is good, - commented Lenny.
-The boy is more than good, he attends my gym, oh well, my former gym, I knew he was an artist, but he's a great singer, do you think he could be called the best rocker of the era? - commented Adriana.
-Those words insult my presence, darling, if you weren't so beautiful, I think I would hit you. But I can take it out on you tonight, - commented Lenny.
-Hahaha, I thought you would take me to dinner with the singer, - commented Adriana.
-Don't even dream of it, I think I'll participate and let my daughter dine, that will annoy her mother, - Lenny smiled mischievously at Adriana.