When they arrived in Austin, Monica immediately swept the girls away for a meeting with a promising investor. In all the years that girlcrush had worked with their manager, on only a few occasions had they seen her smile like she had when she picked them up. That made the meeting all the more important. If Monica smiled, it had to be good news.

As everyone piled into the SUV taking them to an office downtown, Monica eagerly fixed her makeup in between responding to emails while the four girls nervously awaited to meet this mysterious investor.

"So, who exactly are we meeting?" Sloane questions.

"Her name is Evelyn Huang," Monica explains, "She was a talent manager back in the early two- thousands for all the hottest singers and groups. She ended up making enough money to start her own talent agency, which she sold last year for one point three billion dollars."

"Holy shit," Daria exclaims, "What does someone even do with that kind of money?"

"Well, apparently she has more than she knows what to do with," their manager explains, "and that's why she's been looking to invest in some female owned businesses in the industry. I hear she's willing to part with over five million dollars to various companies. Everyone has been pitching to her."

"So, we have competition," Sloane huffs, head tilting to stare out the nearest window.

"You'll always have competition," Monica reminds, "and it won't get better, even if we end up getting this money."

"But you think we have a chance?" Billie questions hopefully, nerves already eating her alive.

"I think we do," Monica assures, "And that's why I want you girls to put your best foot forward and show Evelyn why you're worth her investment."

"We will," the girls reply in unison, but Billie can sense the anxiety in each of their tones. They had been rejected time after time again, and she began to wonder if any of the girls had already given up on the venture entirely.

As they reach their destination and make their way up the elevator to Evelyn's office, Billie is somewhat surprised by the modesty of the space. It's not nearly as glamorous as Mad Sounds, but it is somehow all the more daunting.

There's a solitary, black desk in the center of the room that contains a laptop and a few framed pictures, which she imagines are of Evelyn's family. To the right are built in shelves that contain a multitude of memorabilia from her time working as an agent. Multiple signed records, pictures, and even a grammy are visible.

"Ms. Huang will be right in," her assistant explains before motioning for the girls to take a seat on the wide, white leather couch across from the desk. Monica takes a seat on the single, matching chair angled next to the couch.

Within a few moments, a petite woman in her mid-fifties arrives. She's wearing a fitted black dress that goes down to her knees, a pair of sheer black stockings, and five inch Louboutin stilettos. Her hair is bobbed with streaks of silver running through it. Evelyn Huang is positively posh, even down to her perfectly manicured nails.

"So this is the band that's been buzzing all over the industry," she greets, tone cool and inviting all at once.

"It's a pleasure, Ms. Huang," Monica replies, "The girls and I are so honored you took the time to meet with us."

"Please, call me Evelyn. I'm not nearly old enough to be Ms. Huang," she laughs, "Though, my wife seems to treat me like I'm a grandmother these days."

The girls laugh, though they're clearly still on edge. What's worse is that Evelyn seems extremely perceptive to all their energies with the way she's eyeing them.

"You," she points to Billie, "You're the lead singer."

"Yes," Billie replies with a nod, hands folded in her lap, "I am."

"I take it you're the ringleader then," Evelyn adds with a raise of her brow.

Billie shakes her head, "No, actually. We all have equal say in what happens with the band. If anything, Sloane has the most veto power. She produces a lot of our music."

"Interesting," Evelyn hums while thinking for a moment, "Monica already sent over all the details for what you plan to do with my money. It's actually quite a generous contribution, if I decide to invest in— what do you call it — The Collective?"

"Yes," Sloane interjects, "It's going to be called The Collective. We want independent artists to have a place to record and sell music without having to sign with restrictive labels. All of our contracts will be flexible and are more of a studio rental agreement than anything else."

"And you think that'll make you money?" Evelyn questions with a matter of fact tone.

"We want to be successful," Billie explains, "But we're not in it for the money. Truthfully, we can't imagine signing to a label that has so much control over us, and we think it's time to change the way the industry operates."

"Hm," Evelyn hums, "Well, I have to say this is something I have yet to see. I've worked with a lot of talent, and none have considered going independent. Artists want to sign with big labels. Why would they pick The Collective over that?"

"Artists think they want that," Daria explains, "but we've seen personally how restrictive it can be. If there's no other option, of course artists are going to sign with big labels."

"Well, I'm very interested to say the least," Evelyn admits, "I like the idea, and it reminds me of when I started out. No one had heard of a female owned talent agency, and now look where I am. It takes some strong women to step outside of the box. But tell me, where do you see girlcrush headed in the next five years?"

"I think I speak for us all when I say that we want girlcrush to be the hottest band in synthpop and alternative music," Billie beams, "We have the talent and the drive. Our numbers are growing by the week with the tour we're on, and it seems like we have a chance to really take off from here."

"I've read your stats and projections," Evelyn laughs, "I'm not worried about your success as a band. I want to know where you see yourselves in the industry."

"We want to be the people that change the game," Daria explains, "We want to be bigger than Mad Sounds."

Monica nearly cringes at her comment, but Evelyn's smile only widens. "You must know I'm a major stakeholder in Mad Sounds," she clarifies, "I am on their board, after all."

Billie nearly winces, but Daria seems to know the game that Evelyn is playing. "Then you know how successful they must be at making the rules," she replies, "but you wouldn't be talking to us if you didn't want to change them"

"You're right. I dare to dream, unlike a majority of the stiffs I work with," Evelyn responds with a nod before turning to Monica, "You've got quite the group of women here. Well done. I'll need to consider the offer, and you must know if any deal is made, it will not be public. I will remain completely anonymous. Can't have my other partnerships knowing I'm in bed with a competitor."

"Completely understandable. The girls are set to finish the tour in a little less than four weeks. They'll be signing with Mad Sounds if we're unable to reach some sort of agreement," Monica explains.

"I don't plan on making you wait more than a week for my offer," Evelyn assures.

"How will we know it's you?" Sloane chimes in, "I mean, if it's supposed to be anonymous."

"You'll know," Evelyn replies cryptically, "Pleasure meeting you all. I have a meeting tonight that requires me to catch a jet. So, my assistant will wrap things up with you."

Before any of the girls can say anything more, Evelyn is already out the door and hollering for her assistant. Within a few moments, she opens the door with stacks of paper in her hands.

"Ms. Huang would like these signed before you leave," she states before handing each member of girlcrush and Monica a set of papers and a pen. The top of the packet is titled 'NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT.' Billie blinks at the paper and then up at Monica, who is nearly finished signing.

"Sign, girls," Monica states, not hearing any of the pens gracing the papers. "We have to be back for soundcheck in an hour."

The girls sign and begin heading back to the SUV parked outside the building. As they begin their car ride back, the silence is broken by a voice that hadn't spoken for the entire meeting.

"So, are we not allowed to talk about it at all?" Callie questions softly.

"Well, who would you tell?" Monica questions from the front seat, not even bothering to look back.

"No one," Callie assures, cheeks flushing when the girls turn to look at her, "I just don't want to get in trouble for saying something I shouldn't." Truthfully, Billie wanted to understand the extent of her forced silence on the subject as well.

"You met with an investor who is very interested," Monica coaches, "That's all."

"Okay," Callie squeaks, and the car goes silent once more. It's not the same quiet she's heard before, though. This time, it's filled with anticipation because they're closer to their dream than they had ever been.

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As the girls finish up their soundcheck, a buzz from her phone alerts Billie of a text. Wiping the sweat from her brow that accumulated from the stage lights, a smile graces her lips at the sight of the message.

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝'𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚑𝚊 𝚑𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ...

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚘𝚑 𝚌'𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜. 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚢

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗?
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚐
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚘 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚑𝚞𝚑?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚗𝚘, 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
 𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎'𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚢
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

Billie moves her fingers over the screen typing four words before deleting and typing them again. Her heart is pounding against her chest at the thought of crossing a line she'd drawn. Still, after everything he'd done for her and how well their time together in New Orleans had gone, she feels it's only fair to ease up a little.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚎𝚜
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒'𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚎

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

A date. They were going on a date. Never in a million years did Billie imagine she'd end up going out with Ezra Moore, and something about it is exciting and terrifying all at once. He slept with dozens of girls, but how many of them got dates?

Billie promised herself she wouldn't compare their connection to the ones he's had before, but she can't help but feel somewhat special. Hookups didn't date. Hell, Ezra Moore didn't even seem like the dating type. But he was waiting this whole tour to take her out. That must mean something. And maybe it means they could be more.

Though it's entirely stupid and reckless, Billie begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, they already are.