บท 65: of moves

The conversation between Billy and Eminem was intense. Eminem proposed the creation of a rap album, acknowledging that while some rappers are beloved by critics, they haven't achieved the success they deserve. Despite having potential for better songs, their performance is outstanding, and in some instances, they're wonderful choices.

-So, you think the community itself is targeting you, - Billy remarked.

-Just as if you rap, they'll target you, - Eminem commented.

-Then why me? I'd be getting into big trouble. I'd be a fool to annoy those producers—traditional, colloquial ones—or, well, we could even make rock or pop music, - Billy replied.

Eminem smiled forcefully.

-Because you want a challenge, a challenging little brat. I can see it. Your profile is of someone who wants to stand out, a man who wants to carve out his own space in music. You're good, with some touches, you have a great way with words. Though you've faced some backlash, your songs hit hard. First, because you don't follow rap, you follow rock. But not just rock, you have a multitude of sounds. You don't stick to one or the other; you seek out your music and make it. If you're up for it, we can hit those pretentious ones in the face. White rappers are the best. Are you with me, old man? - Eminem commented.

-Let's do it. Let's make that movie, and I'll release a single next month, - Billy replied.

Among the many songs he belonged to, which his system showed, there were still some that managed to interpose fantastic ideas of creation. Perhaps he too could create some great songs that would provide wonderful tunes.

An old man watched.

Jerry watched everything from the outside table with some surprise because having a relationship with industry artists was fantastic. If Eminem has a concert and needs a band, or an opener, it's the special side that can attract contacts. In 1971, the band Scorpions had been debuting for a year, and by surprise, their debut was completely questioned because the type of music didn't catch on in the first few months, due to the relationship of one of the guitarists. This guitarist won an award as the opener for a classic ballad band, and their success began with that. Many times, people's mistakes are contradicted numerous times by a relationship, friend, or friendship. Another example is in 1968, with a common friend Jimmy Page, through a union of great musicians, the band Led Zeppelin was created. They were all, at that moment, in a strange relationship with The Yardbirds, a music group created by the great guitarists of the time, Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, and Jimmy Page himself.

Then they signed for Led Zeppelin, and the great band of history was formed, and the reluctant friendship he had with Jimmy caused an evident success, the star and vocalist of the band, Robert Plant.

-I'm not as good as you think. I don't make songs every so often. I can make some tracks but don't expect me to release a rap album. I make some songs, I get up, and I rap whatever I feel like, - Billy commented.

-Haha, that's it. We can do it. Let's do most of the activities together. I'll be waiting. My movie will shut a few mouths. 'The Marshall Mathers' is a fabulous record, but I already have ideas that can solidify my position. Rap is challenging. If you don't challenge someone, it doesn't generate anything different, - Eminem commented, giving in a little.

***

At the Leeds concert, applause echoed throughout the venue. The atmosphere was unlike any place in Chicago or any common house, bar, or restaurant Billy had experienced. The high-pitched screams caused a frenzy among Billy's band members. Not far away, Eminem, who would perform for the last time on Sunday, awaited his turn.

Among the rows of fans, a hidden and seldom-seen Robert Plant took a sip of beer as he listened with interest to the next singer, at Jerry's request. He came to show what it was like to be a rock singer, and also a vocalist, under the pressure of being a partying stereotype.

He was mindful of the crowd. He was well-known, and any mistake could cause a stampede. The black wig was perfect. Now, he just had to wait. Participating and reactivating with it, he wanted to release a new solo album after the disaster of 1980, a distant, lively place.

Then came Billy Carson. The boy smiled, exuding an aura of happiness and conspicuous rebellion. His gestures were confident, even when the screams urged him to sing. He took his time to breathe.

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

They're gonna clean up your looks.

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun

And keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work

They're gonna give you a smirk

'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean

They're gonna rip up your heads

Your aspirations to shreds

Another cog in the murder machine

They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

….

The vibrato was good but could be better. It was fantastic, with a hint of madness, something he lacked when he was younger. Now, surrounded by a crowd, he felt what his fans felt when they heard him sing. There was animalistic energy, a madness that hit hard, like the force he once glimpsed when he was famous, now silenced by an epic night that drives people wild.

People began to jump, and the emotions were palpable, like pride, they were ecstatic. A fever that started to invigorate the thoughts of those around him, utopian moments from his nights as a rocker, simple fantasies.

….

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

The boys and girls in the clique

The awful names that they stick

You're never gonna fit in much, kid

But if you're troubled and hurt

What you got under your shirt

Will make them pay for the things that they did

They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

Oh, yeah!

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

...

The singer continued to drive people crazy, and Robert Plant was playing along with madness. This was Rock, in an unexpected way. The way he fought wasn't logical, but it was logical that everything was driven by the singer's force.

He kept playing, detail by detail, with the same simplicity, in an uncommon manner.

But the singer's charisma was outstanding. Every detail was continuous and similar in a way that caused ovation. The voice was powerful, reaching the entire stadium, sending a chill down his spine, amid the fireworks around him.

…

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

All together now!

"Teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

"Teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶

…

-Jerry got a great singer, - the man said, running his hand through the wig, as people saw red hair appearing, large curls.

-Oh, shit, - thought the vocalist.

The crowd didn't notice. Billy's excitement brought them into their reality. It was a rock festival, and he needed to talk to Jerry.

***

With an attendance of 15,000 people, Billy's hands trembled as he immersed himself in his world. The crowd was lively, and he could only follow the steps of a great star. Every star does as they damn well please.

15,000 new fans danced from side to side, with the same madness as some others, shaking their hair up and down. Emotions—those who control emotions can rule.