Italy unfolded like a compass of schemes, and in several corners, a world full of screams rose before him. The Rome stadium was alive, and to the side, he watched as the noise drowned out the ears of everyone around.
–Alright, you damn idiots, I'm Billy Carson! My world is the stage, and I hope tonight we burn the damn curtain down and shatter those glass panes that look like cheap decor compared to the roar of the crowd!– Billy shouted with a fierce and wild tone, brimming with madness and desperation. His soul had been branded—something he understood during a drunken talk with Bon Jovi. He'd told him that when you sing, it should be to help people release their burdens, their blooming forgetfulness, their darkest desires that long to explode. And when a singer channels that and delivers a rhythm that connects, the people rejoice and become lifelong fans.
–Ohhhhhhh!– The screams seemed to shake the air, a tidal wave of sound.
–Jump!–
He raised his arms as Spencer rocked his guitar. Giant steps carved sweeping strokes of light and color across the stage, and the vivid tones shimmered like disco music.
–Jump!– Billy yelled, leaping from one side to the other, trying to push the crowd to its limits. A few stayed in their own space, not keen on moving, but they were the minority. The rhythm of the song was reaching a boiling point, and everyone was caught in its heat.
In the Middle (Jimmy Eat World)
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🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵 🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵
Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head, you feel left out
Or looked down on
Just try your best
Try everything you can
And don't you worry about what they tell themselves
When you're away
It just takes some time
Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride
Everything, everything'll be just fine
Everything, everything'll be alright, alright
🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵 🎵
When the music slowed to breathe, Billy refused to let it settle. This song, in many ways, was about people overcoming—tied down by what others say or do, ambushed by life, shaken by surprise. Billy poured himself into every note, driven by the need to express identity.
He didn't hold back, and he didn't stumble. It was his way of reclaiming rock, each song sung with raw force, never lacking simplicity, always intense. He imprinted joy and euphoria into his melodies, igniting the audience with his energy. His voice embraced every soul near the stage, stirring visions of beaches, lost loves, mothers' warmth, and men's dreams of happiness.
What can someone do when their heart won't stop dancing a thousand beats per minute, and all they can think about is letting go, letting the music carry them away?
That kind of urgency, that spark, was what the young crowd felt as Billy approached with unintelligible lyrics that twisted and turned with a hypnotic pulse. So much was evoked—anger, desire, longing. The crowd pulsed and swayed, alive with enchantment, refusing to slip into mediocrity.
–There's always something spectacular about it all.– Federicho whispered.
The drums pounded, the cymbals crashed, and the hips began to move like a ritual. The crowd, swept into a new kind of dance, found themselves remembering the moments they'd nearly lost.
A concert that stopped hearts—and refused to let them rest.
…
🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵 🎵
Hey, you know they're all the same
You know you're doing better on your own (on your own)
So don't buy in
Live right now
Yeah, just be yourself
It doesn't matter if it's good enough (good enough)
For someone else
It just takes some time
Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride
Everything, everything'll be just fine
Everything, everything'll be alright, alright
🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵 🎵
Billy kept breaking apart, in every way possible, as if everything around him blurred into forgetfulness. Drenched in sweat and dance, he moved with a graceful frenzy. His voice flowed, his singing deep, feeding every expectation from the crowd. Every gesture honored rock's roots, every motion a hymn to the dance, and when taken to the core, it was brilliance reborn.
He softened his voice, shifting into something simpler, allowing the music to morph into something even more fervent. Life moves like that—from sadness to joy—and when someone finds happiness, they're always on the edge of falling. That's where melancholy lives. That blessed melancholy turns a performance into something far greater: a song of infinite power.
Billy kept breaking apart, in every way possible, as if everything around him blurred into forgetfulness. Drenched in sweat and dance, he moved with a graceful frenzy. His voice flowed, his singing deep, feeding every expectation from the crowd. Every gesture honored rock's roots, every motion a hymn to the dance, and when taken to the core, it was brilliance reborn.
He softened his voice, shifting into something simpler, allowing the music to morph into something even more fervent. Life moves like that—from sadness to joy—and when someone finds happiness, they're always on the edge of falling. That's where melancholy lives. That blessed melancholy turns a performance into something far greater: a song of infinite power.
…
🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵 🎵
It just takes some time.
Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride
Everything, everything'll be just fine
Everything, everything'll be alright, alright
Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head, you feel left out (feel left out)
Or looked down on
Just do your best (just do your best)
Do everything you can (do everything you can)
And don't you worryabout what their bitter hearts (bitter hearts)
Are gonna say
🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵 🎵
–That was intense… way more than I expected.– Billy said into the mic, just inches away from it, catching his breath. The next song was already creeping in, ready to burst across the venue.
He set the mic aside and took a sip of warm water while the band introduced the next track.
...
–No doubt about it, he knows how to put on a show.– said Giorja. She was moments away from a critical step in her career. Looking for inspiration, she came here to see what the fuss was about with this new American rocker beloved by Britain.
–He's got excellent stage presence.– replied Carla Santorini.
–It's what he makes you feel. He takes you to a place that, at first, seems unfamiliar. It's not the trending genre, but feelings are universal—and that's why people love him.– said Giorgia Todrani.
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