Y/n's POV

"Fuck," I muttered as I scrambled for my mask. I knew it was around here somewhere. It couldn't have gone far, seeing as I was in a hotel room and all.

I couldn't believe I was actually preparing myself for a video call with the one and only Billie Eilish. I'd liked the singer for almost two years now and while it may not have seemed like much, that was a long time to be following somebody. I meant that in a totally non-creepy way.

Goddammit, I couldn't find my mask. Why I'd chosen a mask to be my signature thing was beyond me. Sure, it gave me an image, saved a lot of time in the makeup seat, and stopped me from being recognised in the streets, but it sure was a hassle when I couldn't interact as X•Eyes without it. My friend and computer extraordinaire, Chase, had offered to figure out a way to have a filter on my phone so that I could rely on it in times like this, but I'd refused, not wanting to depend on an app that could crash to conceal my identity. Not that I really wanted to conceal my identity around Billie, though that was probably another benefit; with the mask, she couldn't see my furiously red cheeks. If she still could, she'd probably think it was to do with the lighting of the mask.

"Finally," I groaned, slipping the thing onto my face and ensuring its security before finally tapping the little video camera at the top right of my screen, initiating a video call just three minutes after I'd arranged. I waited nervously as it rang, rang again, and finally, she picked up.

"Hi!" She squealed immediately, though she seemed a little crestfallen a moment after picking up. I hoped it was due to the mask, nothing else.

"Hey," I grinned back, not that she could see it, and laid back on the hotel bed. "So, uh, that picture you sent; do you want to talk me through it?"

Again, she seemed a little disappointed but brushed it off and did as I asked. I watched with wonder as she explained the feel of the image, the look she was going for, the sounds it made her feel. I particularly liked one melody and repeated it quietly, though she noticed and shot me a smile. The song was slow, almost sensual, with a snarky undertone that gave it a little kick. It would sound great among both of our other music.

"Are you still in L.A.?" She questioned as she slid the notebook she'd drawn it out of sight. I nodded and she grinned. "Long enough to meet up? We could head to the studio and get some more ideas?"

I nodded again. "Sounds great! Just let me know when and where; I'm pumped!"

She looked off-screen for a moment before uttering a quiet, "'Scuse me." A 'no-microphone' symbol came up on the screen but she must've forgotten to turn off the camera as she leapt from her seat and jumped up and down excitedly. Once she calmed down, I tried to conceal my laughter when she smoothed down her hair and acted as nothing had happened. "I'll, uh, I'm gonna talk to my managers about it and we'll get something arranged. Oh, and X•Eyes?"

"Yeah?" I asked absentmindedly, taking in her slightly dishevelled appearance from all the jumping.

"Will I ever...— no, never mind. It doesn't matter." I frowned but she spoke again before I could question her. "Just, thanks for everything. Your music is... incredible. Not to sound too much like a fangirl but you're one of my biggest inspirations so, thanks."

I smirked, nodded, and returns the gesture. She grinned and finally cut off the call.