Everything just stopped. The rest of the world came to an abrupt and sudden stop. It may have fallen away to a blank white void for all it mattered to Billy. Never before had he heard of his music, even the watered down version the studio insisted on, moving someone to such a degree. He was only allowed to know the highlights of the fan letters he received, and never got any of the gifts. To hear it so raw and so close, it made it almost difficult to breathe.

He didn't know how, but he had to do something. Just hearing that, in the midst of being so frustrated and so angry, when he'd been feeling so stifled, he felt so incredibly moved. Moved and inspired.

He forced himself to breathe. To think. He was supposed to be just a PA. Which would mean a long shot. He could spin a story. He could DO something. He'd have to get away from Higgins, though. He could mask it as working on a song. But he could never send out a letter or sneak off until Higgins was guaranteed to be gone, and without leaving security detail behind to babysit.

He managed a weak, strained smile, trying to mask how stunned he was. "I...could try to do something. I don't...really have access to CHAOS myself, things are pretty locked down, but I could try to get a word through. Is there somewhere I can contact you, uh..." he still didn't know the guy's name.