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its-vannah · 1 year

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Moving Forward | Graham Dunne x Reader

A/N: After I got a request asking for Graham x a groupie, I knew I had to take it on. I just didn't realize it would be two parts, different perspectives. Hope you guys enjoy <3

Warnings: Drug use, angst, death

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You moved around the hotel feverishly, throwing your things into a small duffel bag that was so full it was threatening to burst at the seams.

Graham followed your every step, gently taking you by the shoulders, "Y/N/N, please, just hear me out."

Shrugging him off, you pushed past him into the bathroom, sliding the things in the vanity into another compartment of your bag.

"I don't want to see you go down a bad path you can't get out of, Y/N. I love you, I can—"

Turning on your heel, you pushed him away from you, shaking your head, "You don't! You don't fucking love me, Graham. You just met me!"

"Three months is long enough to fall in love with someone," Graham said, trying to take your hand in his, "I want to help you. Please, let me help you. I don't... I don't want to lose you."

"No one can help me, Graham," You hissed, "I've been on my own long enough. I don't need a man coming in here trying to change that—trying to save me from myself."

Before he could even reply, you pulled him into you, your lips crashing on his. It felt like it lasted forever, feeling his tears roll down his face and onto your cheeks.

Finally breaking away, you shook your head, "This isn't love, Graham. It's fear."

"Y/N. Please, think about this," He pleaded, his voice breaking.

If you started crying now, you don't think you'd ever stop. You'd be unpacking twenty years of heartache and neglect.

"You wouldn't have been happy, Graham," You said softly, your fingers gripping the door handle, "Not in the long run."

You left without another glance, walking pasy rows and rows of hotel rooms before you made it to the elevator.

As you frantically pressed the button to go down a floor, the doors opened. Warren stood on the other side, his neck covered in hickeys and lipstick.

Smiling like always, his face fell when he saw the sickening expression on your face.

"Hey, Y/N, you alright?" He asked, stepping out of the elevator.

"Goodbye, Warren," You said, walking right past him and into the elevator, hitting the close button and entering the floor number.

You didn't want anyone else to see you like this.

Leaving that night broke your heart. But it would've broken your heart even more to know that Graham would've dropped everything for you. He was the first man who saw you as a person, not as another way to add to their body count.

Hot tears spilled down your face, blurring your vision as you tried to find a place to go.

Settling down in a bar, you asked for a pen and piece of paper. Once you had what you needed, you sat down to give the man you loved an explanation.

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Warren went straight to Eddie's room after he saw you stumbling down the hallway. Warren was a lot of things, a voice of reason was not one of them.

He and Eddie made their way to Graham's room, knocking gently before entering. He rarely ever locked his door, a habit he knew he should break.

On the edge of the bed, the youngest Dunne had sunk onto the bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands as he cried.

Looking at one another briefly before sitting on either side of their friend, Eddie and Warren tried to comfort him in the best way they knew.

Warren rubbed his upper back while Eddie began talking him through what happened.

Between muffled sobs, Graham told them he only wanted to help you.

"She's ruining her life," He hiccuped, "The counter. Cocaine on the counter. Addicted. I can't watch her do that to herself. Tried to help."

Although Eddie could barely make out what he was saying, he managed to put two and two together, "You saw her snorting it and you offered to help her?"

Graham nodded, "She got mad. Left."

He had always been a bit of a softy, but his loyalty was beyond measure. When he loved, he loved hard. This was no exception.

"Graham, man, there's nothing you can do now except move forward." Warren said, still rubbing his back.

Eddie glared at the drummer, "You read that off of a billboard on the way here, dumbass."

"He's right," Graham said, "That's what makes it so much harder."

Shrugging, Warren couldn't help but smile, "You learn a lot driving around."

Eddie smacked him on the back of the head, rolling his eyes, "Are you going to be okay, man?"

"Eventually."

Warren paused for a moment, "Want us to get Billy?"

Both Eddie and Graham immediately said, "No!"

Groaning, Graham shook his head, "No, he'll only say that he was right. He'll say you can't trust a groupie."

"Most groupies are just there for sex, peaches," Warren said, pursing his lips.

"She was different."

"They always are."

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Dear Graham,

By the time you recieve this letter, I'll have left the city. The way I left things was wrong, and I'm sorry I hurt you. There has to be some part of you that knew if I stayed that I would only be hurting you more.

Truth is, Dunne, I love you, too. But I can't love someone if I don't even love myself. You mean so much to me and you alwaus will. But you deserve to be happy with someone who's healthy. I'm not that girl.

I wish you the best. You guys are going somewhere.

Love,

Y/N/N

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The letter was found in your possessions are your death. Although labeled as an overdose, what the public didn't know was that it had been a car accident. The man driving you had overdosed. You had been clean for two days, the longest you had gone since you were a teenager.

When the letter was delivered to Graham, it broke him. You loved him—and now you were gone. Unable to get through it on his own, he relied on his music to get him through it. That was the only thing that could get him through it.

And that was moving forward.

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pethron · 1 year

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DAISY JONES AND THE SIX APPRECIATION WEEK day three: april 19, 23- favorite (romantic) relationship @djatsappreciationweek

Karen Sirko & Graham Dunne

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mayonele · 1 year

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Good god, they make me happy 🌻

#daisy jones and the six #the six #karen sirko #graham dunne #djats #suki waterhouse #will harrison #karengraham #karen x graham #graham x karen #Aurora #taylor jenkins reid #Book #tv #Karen karen #dunne brothers #Daisy jones

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uglypastels · 1 year

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The Six 🎸

#daisy jones and the six #the six #karen sirko #warren rhodes #eddie roundtree #dunne brothers

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everdeenxmellark · 1 year

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“how did we get here?

how do we get out?

we used to be something to see.

oh baby, look at us now”

- daisy jones and the six

#daisy jones and the six #daisy jones #billy dunne #taylor jenkins reid #tjr #billy and daisy #dunne brothers #quotes #aesthetic #pinterest #love #toxic relationship #enemies to lovers #70’s style #70’s music #iconic women #djats #camila dunne

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fqvoritism · 1 year

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“true love is selfless. it is prepared to sacrifice.”

karen sirko and daisy jones in daisy jones and the six, track 10

ps if this is still getting notes, check out @djatsappreciationweek !

#daisy jones and the six #djatsedit #djatsblr #daisy jones #karen sirko #karen x graham #graham x karen #karengraham #daisybilly #suki waterhouse #riley keough #karengrahamedit #tvedit #*#q #what is it w the dunne brothers cupping cheeks

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ijustdontlikepeople · 3 months

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Nhl x internet 5/?

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twinkpeaked · 1 year

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#daisy jones and the six #daisy jones edit #daisy jones & the six #billy x daisy #daisybilly #the hunger games #thg katniss #thg fandom #katniss mellark #thg peeta #peeta supremacy #the hunger games peeta #team peeta #the dunne brothers #billy dunne #camila dunne #thg finnick

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weirdfreakidiotloser · 4 months

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#jackass #bam margera #2000s #2000s older brother #viva la bam #2000s aesthetic #gay unicorns #shitblog #idk how to tag this #cool stuff #2000s nostalgia #trashy y2k #ryan dunn #steve o #johnny knoxville #wee man

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nessabieberjxdn · 3 months

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Judas (Jack’s version)

#hockey #jack hughes #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl players #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jamie drysdale #trevor zegras #vince dunn #nhl x reader #hughes brothers

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stevenrogered · 1 year

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DAISY JONES & THE SIX ↳book > screen

GRAHAM: Karen and I left her place that morning. I said to her, just as we walked out of the door, "Can't we just drive over together?" She said she didn't want people thinking we were sleeping together. I said, "But we are sleeping together." She still made us take two cars.

KAREN: You know how easy it is to screw up your entire life by sleeping with somebody in your own band?

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pethron · 1 year

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DAISY JONES & THE SIX APPRECIATION WEEK @ djatsappreciationweek day one: april 17, 23 - favorite character G R A H A M D U N N E “It's the ones who never loved you enough that come to you when you can't sleep. You always wonder what the future might have held for you and you'll never know. Maybe you almost don't want to know.” ― Taylor Jenkins Reid

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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You're the hottest girl alive

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — i know you were looking for warren requests!! this thought just popped into my head - how would warren react to his girl being able to play the drums? like he didn’t know that she knew how to play but he walked in on her playing his set. i didn’t really think of any other details though like her backstory or anything :/

✧.* summary — Warren was mesmerized by you since the first time he saw you, and even with a lot of time together you always surprised him. And he fucking loved your surprises.

✧.* warnings — None.

✧.* word count — 1.7k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This was actually one of my favorites to write, I really loved writing his reaction. Warren is simply the Golden Retriever boyfriend.

The first time Rojas walked into the label and his eyes landed on you behind the soundboard, his heart skipped a beat. The way your hair was tied up showing off her neck, he admired your skin from afar thinking he had never seen anything so beautiful, your eyes were focused on the equipment in front of you and he just loved the way you bit your lips while you were focused. He was amazed, and since that day he was sure that he needed to get to know you.

So little by little he approached you, staying a few days later at the record company helping you with what you let him do, showing you some new beats he had invented, commenting on the band and asking your opinion on various things, you didn't understand why he wanted your opinion on things so much but his presence always did you a lot of good.

"Can you play that one again?" Warren asks, pressing any button on the soundboard.

"Hey Rojas, don't do that!" You laugh, smacking his hand lightly to get his hand away. "Don't touch my baby without my permission."

"Your baby?" Warren laughs. "Alright, sorry baby…" He pretends to talk to the device in front of him, you laugh, he makes you feel so good.

"Exactly, the baby doesn't like strangers." You say playing along.

"Well, to make you less worried baby…" He keeps with the joke, talking with the soundboard. "I'm not a stranger anymore, I'm your mama's boyfriend."

You take your gaze to the drummer, your eyebrows raised and a small smile on your face. Warren was looking right into your eyes, that smirk you knew very well in that angelic face of his, you lick your lips trying to decipher if what you understood was really what he meant.

"If she wants that, of course." He says more like a whisper, you get closer to him placing your both hands on his bare chest.

He looks down at your hands, feeling butterflies in his stomach at the contact, you get up from the chair leaving him with a confused look, eyes still on you. You go towards the studio door and close it, he arches hin eyebrows trying to understand what you were going to do, he loved that even if he tried hard it was very difficult to decipher you.

You smile, noticing that it was now you who had made him nervous in a certain way, you sit on his lap and notice his uneven breathing.

"Come on Rojas, take care of your girlfriend." You whisper and he wastes no time kissing you intensely.

Things between you two were wonderful, you understood each other like no one else and each other's presence was always the main point for your daily smile. Warren loved every detail of you, and he loved the fact that you always surprised him in a different way every day, he never knew what to expect from you but he knew that every surprise from you was one more reason for him to want to put a ring on your finger.

Warren had you in his arms, you caressed his shirtless torso drawing a few hearts as he stroked your hair, it was probably around 2am but the drummer wasn't able to sleep at all, although you were struggling to keep your eyes open you did your best to keep him company.

"Rojas, I have an idea." You say through a yawn. "Come here, lie on my lap."

You say sitting on the bed, he looks at you with a big smile on his face, without asking too many questions he lies down keeping his eyes on yours.

"I want you to relax, okay?" He nods, closing his eyes.

Nothing in the world could have prepared him for what was to come, as he closed his eyes his ears began to witness something that leaves him in awe, you were singing and not any song you were singing Honeycomb.

He was sure he never heard anything better than that, even Daisy couldn't sing like you to him, he sits on the bed and you stop singing confused.

"I told you to relax Rojas." You say chuckling, he looked shocked and you didn't get why. "What's wrong baby?"

"You sing!" He exclaims, his passionate gaze on you. "Why did you never tell me this mi amor? You have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard."

"Don't exaggerate handsome, I sing like anyone else." You felt very happy to have someone like him by your side.

"You have the voice of a little angel!" He kisses you tenderly. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

You smile looking at your hands next to his, taking his hands and taking them to your waist. Lacing your arms around his neck then, you get close to him placing kisses on his neck.

"I'm in love with you too." You say between kisses, making your way to his mouth and kissing him there. "If you can't relax by yourself, let me relax you."

"With pleasure." He says, sighing at the contact with you.

That's what Warren meant by nice surprises, you always surprised him with details about yourself that he wanted to show the world, to introduce everyone to how you were the most wonderful person on earth. He was very proud of you, a woman who didn't care about what anyone thought of her, but was always there if anyone needed help, you were one of a kind and he felt so lucky to be with you, to be the one who you called boyfriend.

Today was the day of recording the instruments for 'The River', so Eddie, Graham, Karen and Warren were spending the afternoon with you and Tobias taking care of making everything right. You were sitting at the soundboard, Warren beside you with his arm around your neck and a cigarette in his lips, Tobias had left to get some more microphones, Eddie and Graham had left to buy some snacks and now was Karen's turn to play.

"She sounds so fucking great!" You say fiddling with some things on the soundboard. "Get ready handsome, you're up next."

"Yes mama." He says putting out the cigarette on his tongue and then throwing it in the trash can next to you.

Karen finishes playing and takes off her headphones, giving you thumbs up in question, you raise yours confirming to her that she nailed it. She smiles and goes to you leaving the room for Warren to play.

"And Graham?" The blonde asks you, pretending not to care too much.

"He must be outside with Eddie." You say with a smirk on your face, she leaves but not before patting you on the shoulder.

Now it was just Warren and you in the room, he had his headphones on his head and his drumsticks twirling between his fingers ready to go. He winks at you and you nod for him to start.

As always he was the best drummer you've ever seen, but there was something that maybe you could improve there, you had an idea of something but while your boyfriend was playing you architected your ideas better.

You get up from the table entering the studio, Warren frowns and stops playing, removing the headphones afterwards.

"Is there something wrong, pretty girl?" He says, watching you get closer.

"Would you mind going there for a bit?" You ask, he shrugs without questioning too much sitting in the chair and waiting for what you were going to do.

You sit in the drum chair and he starts to get more confused, you take the drumsticks and he arches his eyebrows.

"I was thinking maybe this might work at the beginning of the song." You say and count down to start the playing.

And there you were, majestically playing the drums, Warren was speechless he felt like he was witnessing the most wonderful scene.

"Did you know she played?" Eddie asks, biting into a sandwich as he watches you. "Warren?"

"Shii! Be quiet, let me hear her." He says to the bassist and he immediately goes quiet, laughing at Warren's reaction.

When you're done, you leave the drums with sticks in hand, going back to your place behind the soundboard, but before you could say anything Warren kisses you passionately, at first you are surprised but then you kiss him the same way.

Your hands caress the drummer's curls and he grabs your waist as he wants you closer and closer to him, Eddie fakes a cough but Warren completely ignores him so he decides to go and leave you two alone.

When you break the kiss in search of air, you look at him in question, waiting for an explanation.

"So?" You say with your hands on your hips. "Why's that?"

"Are you serious right now?" Warren cups your face in his hands. "You're the hottest girl alive, fucking hell!"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, he pulls you closer to him.

"I mean it, is there something you can't do?" He looked at you with enormous admiration, he loved you so much.

"You overestimate me way too much, you know?" You smile at him.

"I'll make sure you know how perfect you are." he whispers, kissing her neck. Your hands go to his hair stroking the curls.

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?" You question, still feeling the man's kisses on your skin.

"We're going home!" Warren wanted to get you closer, and he sure as hell couldn't do that in the record company's studio room.

"We have to finish this." You laugh, looking in his eyes.

"Fuck this, you've played amazing we can keep your version." He looked at you with tenderness in his eyes.

"I'm not keeping my version handsome." You say, playing with his hair. "That's your band, and besides my place is right here." You say pointing to the studio booth.

"In fact, your place is in my bed." He says making you laugh.

"Can't you think about another thing?" You say when you finally take your breath. "We have to work."

"Hermosa, are you serious?" He looked indignant, and you waited for him to finish his thought. "I just saw my girl, the woman of my life playing my drums… that's literally the sexiest thing you've done!"

He grabs you by the waist and spreads kisses on your face, and you couldn't resist that boy anyway so you went home with him.

Y/N L/N: Yes, we lost a day of recording but... It was worth it.

Warren Rojas: *laughing* For sure it was worth it.

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finelinevogue · 1 year

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never too late

summary - billy plays you a song and you fall in love with him a little more

pairing: bestfriend!billy x reader

word count: -1k

a/n: first ever billy dunne fic! it’s probably absolute crap but pretend you enjoy it anyways!!! also let me know whether you want a pt.2 cause this is just a taster!!!!

“I have something new.” Billy walked into your room and slouched down on your bed.

He leaned back against your headboard with his guitar strung over his chest ready to be played. His t-shirt was ridiculously sweaty from how hot it was out, the open window barely passing a breeze through.

You were sat at your desk, scrapbooking again. You loved making scrapbooks for each passing year and due to it being December it had come that time of year again, to have your photos developed and stuck in a book forever.

“When did you get here?” You laughed at his audacity to just waltz into your room. You hadn’t even heard him knock.

“Well your mom was talking about another friend she knows who can get us a gig for next Saturday. So, about 40 minutes ago.” He joked about how your mom would just talk and talk and talk…

You shook your head and gave him your undivided attention, by coming to sit on the corner of your bed next to his feet.

“So, you have something new?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“Is it as political as the last one? ‘Cause I don’t think singing about how much you hate America is going to sell well.” You teased him, to which he responded by playfully kicking you with his foot.

“Actually, it’s a love song.” He sniffled, rubbing his nose with a finger - a nervous tick of his you’d noticed since forever.

You swallowed lightly, “O-oh. So you’ve got a muse, do you?” Your smile was small and Billy knew you well enough to tell just that.

“Is that so bad?”

“N-no. Aha, no not at all. What’s the song about?” You tried to steer the topic of conversation, before you ended up revealing your truest heart to him.

Billy Dunne could never know that your heart had always been his.

He just couldn’t. It was ruin everything.

“Well, they always say when the end of the year comes around you look back on the things that you regret not doing, saying… loving. So, I guess it’s a tribute to that feeling.” He looked at you with those big blue eyes and you were found all over again.

Falling in love with Billy had been easy.

Catching yourself from falling too hard, too quickly, has been the issue.

“Let’s hear it then.” You smiled more confidently, always excited to hear Billy sing. You often listened to the tape he had recorded for you before falling asleep, because it was all the acoustic versions of the songs that had never been produced further than that.

They were solely yours. That mixtape was your own personal slice of Billy’s heart, waiting to be played every night to let the love spill out of the music and into your own heart.

Billy started strumming the guitar and you were trying to memorise every note so that you’d never forget it. He smiled as he played, most likely thinking of the girl who he regretted not loving this year.

You watched him intensely, watching his fingers strum the guitar with precision and allowing the music to flow freely. It was a challenge not to smile in awe of him.

His lyrics were sad, but hopeful. It sounded like he was calling out to this girl and stressing there was still time for them. The year hadn’t ended yet and Billy sounded desperate to not finish the year without making sure she knew that. The melody was beautiful and catchy. No doubt you’d find yourself singing in every shower concert from now on.

Once he’d finished he looked towards you apprehensively to gauge your reaction. His brows furrowed when he saw you teary eyed.

“That bad, huh?” He chuckled briefly, trying to lighten the weird pressure in the room.

“No,” You rushed out, “God, no, Billy. Just, well– yeah…”

“Yeah, what?” He put the guitar down on the bed next to him and sat up so he was closer to your body. “Was it really awful?”

“Billy…” You rolled your eyes at how he could even suggest such a thing. Billy Dunne would and could never be awful at music. His lyrics, his melodies and his songs were always second to none.

Billy was made for the big stage and you dreamt every night that he would achieve those dreams. The day Billy performs for a crowd larger than 200 people will be the day you run on stage and kiss him for how much you love him.

“Hey.” He sat forwards a little more and took your hands in his. “What’s up?”

“The song was nice.”

“Nice? You’re upset because my song was nice?” He chuckled, finding that hard to believe.

“No, i’m… It’s just nice that you think of this person you wrote the song for in that way.” You looked into his eyes of ocean blue and fell a little bit more in love with him. You smiled and made sure he was smiling too.

He kept looking over your features of your face; scanning from eyes to nose to freckles to… lips. His eyes took in every inch of your face and yet all your could focus on where his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that told you a thousand different pictures on one canvas.

“Well, it turned out I more than love this person.” He smiled warmly, clearly thinking about this girl in his head.

“Why did you never tell me?”

Billy laughed a heavy gasp, turning his gaze towards the more interesting looking floor and collecting his thoughts before turning back to you.

“I.. I dunno.” He smiled.

“Well I hope you play this special person your song and I hope they fall in love with you too.”

“I just did.” Billy said quickly, almost as if he didn’t say it now he never would. It felt unplanned for him, but it felt right.

“W-what?”

“Shit - Aha - Did you fall in love with the song? With me?” He asked so quickly that your mind was not focusing properly. “I’ve fucked this all up haven’t I? Fuck. Y/N, listen I—”

“Billy, you love me enough to write me a song?” You asked quietly, your eyes gently tearing up again.

“Always kinda have.” He smiled.

“God…” You laughed to yourself.

“What?”

“I just.. I never thought you’d ever actually love me back!”

Billy’s smile turned wider and into a large grin, with eyes full of hope. “You mean?…” He looked expectantly at you.

“I love you, Billy Dunne.” You said once quietly and then repeated it louder for ask your neighbours to hear. You wanted everyone to finally know your declaration loud and proud.

You wanted everyone to know Billy could be the world’s icon, but he’d always be your heart.

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