Billie's P.O.V~
When I arrived in the waiting line at Coachella. I'm with my mom, dad, and brother Finneas, I was performing tonight and so was my brother.
As soon as me and my family got through the line and went into the festival I went to a food truck and got myself some nachos and a soda. I then sat down in the shade and began to eat, my fat ass kept eating throughout the day but I was eating burritos.
I stood up when I heard my name being called from the microphone, I run up the stairs and backstage, as time passed on I was standing on top of a bed. Head down, hair in my face, and my eyes shut close. When the music started playing to bad guy I start to sing, and do different moves on the levitating bed. It looked like I was Michael Jackson up on that bitch.
Then the bed started going down to floor slowly while spinning. As I got closer to the end of the song "I like when you get mad
I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone
You said she's scared of me?
I mean, I don't see what she sees
But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne
I'm a bad guy
I'm a bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy
I'm a bad-" everyone at Coachella started singing the ending of the song before xanny came on.
I soon got off stage and grabbed a small bag of takis and ate a couple because my fat ass was hungry again. I stay eating 24/7 no matter what, I feel all eyes on me from backstage. When I finished my performance after and hour of singing I lied down on the grass and looked up at the moon and stars.
I get back up and I was met face to face with my favorite person in the world, it was fucking JUSTIN BEIBER! I stayed stuck for awhile, not knowing what to do. I was shitting bricks I stared at him, my mouth wide open and non-stop smiling. "Is this really happening?" I yell over the loud music. He moves closer with a mouth mask over his face, "hold on I need a minute to realize what the fuck is going on." I said again.
After some time we hugged and start to sing to each other, I forgot that Q was in the audience. I hear one of my favorite songs playing, I see Q walking towards me smiling and jogging. "I gotta go Q, I'm on again." I run to the stage holding my crotch so that my pants won't fall and reveal my panties.
I start singing Xanny,
"What is it about them?
I must be missing something
They just keep doing nothing
Too intoxicated to be scared
Better off without them
They're nothing but unstable
Bring ashtrays to the table
And that's about the only thing they share
I'm in their second hand smoke
Still just drinking canned coke
I don't need a xanny to feel better
On designated drives home
Only one who's not stoned
Don't give me a xanny now or ever
Waking up at sundown
They're late to every party
Nobody's ever sorry
Too inebriated now to dance
Morning as they come down (come down)
Their pretty heads are hurting (hurting)
They're awfully bad at learning (learning)
Make the same mistakes, blame circumstance
I'm in their second hand smoke
Still just drinking canned coke
I don't need a xanny to feel better
On designated drives home
Only one who's not stoned
Don't give me a xanny now or ever
Please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk
On your cigarette break
I can't afford to love someone
Who isn't dying by mistake in Silver Lake
What is it about them?
I must be missing something
They just keep doing nothing
Too intoxicated to be scared
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, mmm
Come down, hurting
Learning"
