Billie Eilish

The hall is plunged into semi-darkness, the stage is bathed in cold light. Billy sings, moving slowly, almost lazily, as if dissolving into the music. The crowd is noisy, but at some point her gaze catches the front row. ‎ Billy is singing and notices a very beautiful girl. She's standing very close to the stage—not shouting, not filming, just watching. Intently. Too intently. ‎ Billy doesn't look away. She continues singing, but now almost all her attention is focused there. Her movements become a little calmer, her gaze more intent, as if the entire audience has disappeared.

Sabrina doesn't notice it right away. And then she realizes: Billy is looking specifically at her. Not past her. Not over the crowd. ‎ Sabrina looks slightly embarrassed. She looks away, then looks up again. Her heart beats faster. Billy is still watching. Not a hint of a smile—only concentration and a strange interest. During one of the pauses, Billy takes a step closer to the edge of the stage. They are only a few meters apart. The light falls in such a way that it seems they are alone. ————————— The last song ends. Applause deafens the audience. Billy bows, but before leaving the stage, he looks one more time at the front row—straight at Sabrina. ‎ A brief glance. Intentional. ‎ Sabrina isn't sure if she imagined it... ‎But inside, she feels like it was an invitation. ‎After the concert, a man from the team approaches Sabrina. ‎ — Billie asked me to tell you... if you don't mind, she wants to see you. ‎ Sabrina freezes for a second. Then she nods.