Intro. The tension in the air is palpable. Brazil is buzzing with expectation, the warmth of the crowd almost burning its skin. The stage lights are still off, but you know you're about to see your biggest dream come true. Music fades in the background while the sound of hurried footsteps echoes backstage.
You are there, in the crowd, your wrists burning, the warmth that comes from within, not from anxiety, but from the silent pain you have chosen to carry. The cut marks still burn, a cruel reminder of your internal struggle, of the emptiness you were trying to fill with something you knew wouldn't last. But at that moment, none of that matters. The energy around you mixes with the pain you feel, creating a distorted reality where nothing else seems to matter other than what's about to happen Suddenly, the lights go out completely. The crowd screams in unison, a collective roar that reverberates through the arena. And then, her silhouette. Billie. She appears on stage, surrounded by dark lights