this fan fic thing..

[Nightfire]

this story i actually wrote on another forum.. i hope y'all like it.. [skills aint to sharp] im writing about my fave group; its a fan fic..

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Chapter One
It was cold. Bill stepped out of the black Hummer in his dark black glasses to see a group of awaiting fans beginning to make their way to him. He looked back to see his twin, Tom, following him. As Bill exhaled, he could see his breath being trailed by steam. It would be a long night.
Turning back around, Bill went to a girl in a wheelchair and took her notepad and pen from her hands. He signed his name, and beside it, he wrote a little note, "get well soon". He then got up and went to the next girl. The girl in the wheelchair stared at him and then slowly began crying.
This continued for awhile, until eventually the boys were called inside for registration into the hotel. The girl in the wheelchair followed them. Bill looked behind him, sensing the eyes on the back of his head. She turned her head as his eyes looked into hers. Then a bodyguard took her aside and kept her there.
When the boys were inside the room, Tom went straight to the refridgerator, Gustav went to a corner and turned on his remote-controlled car, and Georg lazily watched TV. Bill's thoughts were on the girl. She looked around 15, maybe 16. And she was so fond of him, too. He shook the thoughts out of his head. He had more things to think about.
Tom's phone rang, cutting the quiet. "Sorry, guy s."
"Who is it?" Georg asked.
"No one!" Tom snapped, and went on the balcony, where he stood for awhile. Bill guessed it was his ex-girlfriend Monica. When Tom came back, his face red from the cold, Bill went up to him.
"Was Monica calling again?" he asked.
"N-well, yeah," Tom said, quieting his voice. "I don't want Georg or Gustav to know about her... "
"They know about everything, Tom, you can't get away with it."
"Yes, but..." Tom's voice was now a whisper. "She's demanding I get back with her, otherwise she's going to commit suicide!"
Bill looked at him in shock. "Let's go into the hall."
In the hallway, Tom looked flustered by his ex's call. "I can't believe she's threatening herself for my love!"
"Tom, do you still love Monica?"
"No! You know I broke up with her because she was using my money and..."
"I know, but do you love her?" Bill demanded.
"No."
"Do you want to cause her harm?"
"Well, no..."
Tom's voice trailed off. Bill knew that Tom's heart was all for TokioHotel, but that Monica had left a real good mark in his heart as well. Tom looked at his twin and then went back inside the room. Bill followed him.

The next morning, everyone woke up to snow, and cold weather. Bill woke up sweaty, remembering the strange dream he had had. It had included the wheelchaired girl, who had been going down a never-ending tunnel, and he was running after her...
Tom woke up, then Gustav. Georg snored as he slept in late. Bill got dressed and went to the bathroom to gel his hair. Tom stood in front of his suitcase, trying to decide what cap and head sock he would wear that day. When everyone had finally gotten ready, they headed over to one of Milan's concert halls and did a sound check. Bill began to worry.
"What's wrong? First you're sweaty, now you're worrying before the 30-minute beginning-of-show breakdown!" Tom laughed.
"I don't know..." Bill thought again of the wheelchaired girl. He hoped she wouldn't come to the concert.
He was wrong. At the concert, she had a special spot: right where he could see her, near the doctor's corner, where he looked over to sometimes to see his fans yelling his name from their dehydrated positions. After the concert, she was a VIP member, and he went up to her again. She spoke to him this time.
"Bill...hello," her voice was as clear as water, her eyes like two pools of blue wonder.
"Hello," he replied. "What is your name?"
"Monica." she said.

 

[Nightfire]

Chapter Two
Bill’s eyes were wide, looking at Monica. Was she seriously that…grown? It had only been a year, but she looked older. And she was in a wheelchair - something Bill wouldn’t have expected ever!
“Hi, Tom,” Monica said, lovingly, almost. “Do you remember me? It’s Monica.”
Tom’s eyes widened, his coffee fell from his hands. “Monica? What the hell are you doing here?”
“To say that…you’re right…it’s not right for us to be together.” Monica’s eyes welled with tears. “I…I just…I want to say that the time we had together…I’ll never forget it.”
Tom turned away from Monica, and then said, “I have another girl, Monica. You can’t talk me into loving you again.”
This came as a blow to both Monica, who was sitting there now sobbing, and Bill. Tom had always shared his secrets with Bill, even the time when he had told Bill that he would be sneaking out one night to go see his girlfriend at a fireworks show on the other side of town. Tom walked away, and Bill kneeled down to Monica, attempting to comfort her.
“He really left me, didn’t he?” her eyes were red from crying. Bill put his arm around her shoulder, and Monica gave in to the comfort. Gustav walked past and looked at the scene.
Monica eventually stopped crying. “Sorry,” she said, and wiped her tears from Bill’s leather coat. “I guess I should be going. Can you take my phone number? I think Tom deleted it from his phone…”
Bill agreed. Monica wrote it on his hand and then swiveled around to the exit. Bill watched her, and then, as he realized she had long gone, he went back around to get over to play table football with the rest of the boys.

“Bill’s in love with Monica! Bill’s in love with Monica!”
Georg teased Bill as Bill and Gustav defended a racing ball, which went into the goal. “Shut up, Georg!”
“No! I knew you liked her! I KNEW IT!” Georg laughed, and then Tom punched him in the arm.
“Seriously, Georg, shut up.” he said, and then went back to playing.
“That hurt,” Georg said. “Anyhow, what do you find in her? She’s so…I don’t know…”
“Like him?” Gustav offered.
“What?” Georg, Bill, and Tom said at once.
“Well, she’s shy. She has black hair and a blonde coloured streak, which I realized when Bill was hugging her. And she always sung to Tom’s guitar playing when they were together. And…”
“Okay, we get the point, we’re alike,” Bill said, then shyly added, “I think I might like her…”
Georg smiled. Tom punched him again. “Don’t start. We have a whole day in front of us for you to tease.”
“Actually, we have a few hours until our flight to Minsk,” Gustav said, looking at his watch. “And I’d suggest we call the Hummer again.”

When they returned to their hotel, there was a ton of letters and a pair of thongs lying before them. They picked up the letters and kicked the thongs aside, then got inside their room. Grabbing their luggage and scanning the room for any last-minute items, they left the room. Outside the room Bill put on his darkened glasses and felt a vibration from his phone. One new text message.
In the car, he sat next to Tom, who was barely speaking to his twin now after Bill’s admiting to liking Monica.
“Tom, I’m…” Bill began, but his brother put his hand over Bill’s mouth.
“Listen, Bill, I know that you like Monica. And you know now that I have a girlfriend. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…she’s been with me since I broke up with Monica. I just thought that you’d take it seriously, since we are going pretty steady now, and I really do love my new girlfriend. I want to forget about Monica. You can, if you like her, marry her for all I care!” Tom told him, and then paused. “Monica still left a mark on me. I’ll remember our ties forever. She was so fun and energetic…”
“Think about your new girlfriend!” Bill said, and then relaxed his head on the seat. “And do it fast, we have a long flight ahead.”

Bill, at the Milan airport, checked his new text message while sitting in a small side-café. It was from Monica.

Bill, I’ve thought about Tom a lot, and I’ve realized, that he’s pretty stubborn and totally NOT my type. I want to know you a little bit more. I know you all are going to Minsk. I’m going to take a train and follow you. I hope this won’t change anything. Love, Monica.

He was surprised, and yet happy at Monica’s words. She wanted to meet him. And, moreover, she had included “love, Monica” at the end. He felt touched, but not in a way a girlfriend would have, but a crush. He replied:

Okay. Please go to the VIP area after the concert. Bill.

Bill looked over at Tom and saw him frantically waving over to a figure who was, it looked, waiting impatiently. They were heading to Minsk, where, Bill hoped, he would meet Monica.

 

[Nightfire]

Chapter Three
At their arrival in the Minsk airport, their eyes and faces were covered from paparazzi, who were frantically taking pictures of the incoming stars. Bill’s eyes searched around for Monica, but no familiar faces were found. He hesitantly got into the Hummer and took off his glasses. “When’s the concert again?” he asked.
“Nine-thirty. We have to get enough songs into two hours as possible.” Tom yawned. His phone rang again.
“Hello? Oh, hi, Gerda…no, I’m okay…are you going to make it to the concert? That’s good…yea, I got an extra plane ticket for you. Okay. Yea, how’s you doing? Haha, really? Wow, that must suck. Okay, call me later, around eight-ish, we’ll be at the concert hall. Yea. Okay, love you too. Bye.”
Georg’s mouth twisted into a devilish grin. “Tom has a girlfriend! Tom has a…”
“SHUT UP!!”

An hour and a half before the concert, a skinny girl with brown hair and pink-purple colored streaks in her hair entered the backstage, a laminated VIP pass dangling around her neck. Tom went up to her and kissed her.
“Everyone, this is Gerda. Gerda, you’d probably guess who everyone is without me telling you.” Tom laughed. Gerda giggled.
“Yes, I know. That’s Bill and there’s Georg, who’s wrestling Gustav,” Gerda said, and then twiddled her VIP pass uncomfortably. “Tom, can I get a coffee anywhere here?”
“Yea, let’s go.” Tom led his girlfriend over to the other side of the backstage area.
Suddenly Bill felt a tap on his back. He turned around, and looked at Monica. She was now on crutches, and up to his shoulder. She smiled and hobbled over to his arm, linking hers with his for more support. Bill led her over to a leather chair and they sat down together.
“Do you need anything to drink?” he asked.
Monica shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I just want to relax before the concert. Are you nervous?”
“A little. I always am,” Bill said. “But I’m thinking it’s gonna be good. The Minsk people haven’t ever had a TokioHotel concert, so hopefully, everything will go smoothly.”
Monica nodded, and then checked her cell phone. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be doing sound checks?”
“No, not yet…” Bill looked at Monica, and then at Gerda. She was holding Tom’s hand and giggling and something she said.
“So..that’s his new girlfriend?” Monica asked. “She looks anorexic.”
Bill looked at Girda’s waist. It was fairly thin, but not sickly. He just shrugged and then relaxed in the cushioned chair.
“Oh well. I’m so over him,” Monica said, then turned to Bill.
“Can, you know, we get together sometime?” Bill offered. “You said that you wanted to know me and everything…”
Monica nodded. “I’d love to! How long are you guys in Minsk?”
“I dunno, I think around a week. Do you know any good cafes or something?”
“Yeah. There’s one not far from your hotel, actually.”
“Who are you staying with?”
“I have friends here. They’re also big fans of TokioHotel, and are coming to the concert.” Monica smiled. “when should we go?”
Bill shrugged. “What about this Saturday?”
“Okay.”
Bill smiled. Monica replied with a giggle. They both got up, and the stage director yelled at the boys for their sound check. Monica got onto her crutches and waved a little sadly to Bill. Georg snickered at Bill and then pulled out his phone and took a picture of Gerda. Tom punched him.
“What do you need her for?!”
“She’s **** hot!” Georg laughed. “Just kidding, man, I need a pic of a skinny girl. Dude, and she’s skinnier than skinny.”
“Shut up, Georg. She’s skinny and that’s it,” Tom said. “I like skinny girls.”

After a good sound check and much worrying, the boys stepped onto the stage. Thousands of fans were shrieking their names, hoping to have an eye look at them or, even better, a wink. After the concert, all of the fans yelled altogether, “TOKIOHOTEL - WE LOVE YOU!” and then another chorus of “Bill!”s, “Tom!”s, “Georg!”s, and “Gustav!”s.
Monica hobbled over to Bill and he offered her a helping hand. She gratefully took it. Gerda strided over and kissed Tom.
“That was really great,” Gerda said, hugging Tom. “You need to sing newer songs, though, the crowd would have gone into hysterics.”
“Hon, the problem is, we don’t HAVE any new songs yet. We sung to them 1000 Meere which they ALREADY know by heart, and In Die Nacht is obviously known.” Tom laughed, and kissed her on the cheek. “We’ll think of something, though.”

 

[Copperfox]

Interesting that you bring Minsk into the story. Have you ever been to Belarus yourself?

 

[Nightfire]

Yes while I was traveling around Europe with my family
I'm very happy I returned back to TDL.

 

[Nightfire]

Chapter Four
Part One

As they left the concert hall, Bill, Tom, Gerda, and Monica went into one Hummer while Georg and Gustav went into the other. Bill and Tom wanted to go with Gerda and Monica to a small café in the middle of the city and then watch some fireworks. Tom knew how much Bill wanted Monica to be his, and he was trying to help him acheieve this.
Monica and Bill sat in the back of the Hummer, listening to Placebo. All of a sudden, there was a loud tapping sound at the side of the car. The driver stopped abruptly, and a glass broke. Tom shoved Gerda and himself down below the seats. They were being shot at.
Bill held onto Monica, shielding her from the oncoming bullets. He felt her body shivering from fear of them. Suddenly, he felt a blasting pain in his left arm, and then, the shooting stopped.
“WHO THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?” Tom yelled, his ears ringing from the bullets.
“NOT LIKE I KNOW!” Bill screamed back. “BUT WE’D BETTER GO BACK TO THE HOTEL! I THINK MY ARM GOT HIT!”
Tom nodded. Gerda and Monica sobbed hysterically. The driver came up from underneath the wheel, not scraped, but shivering. “P-PLEASE C-CALL G-GEORG AND TELL H-HIS DRIVER T-THAT WE’RE T-TURNING BACK!”
Bill nodded. Gustav took the phone.
“Hello?”
“GUSTAV! ARE YOU GUYS ALIVE?” Bill roared.
“Yes! Now shut up!”
“WHAT?!”
“SHUT UP!!” Gustav yelled into the phone
“I’M TALKING FINE.”
“You must still be deaf,” Gustav laughed. “Okay, we’re turning around to the hotel. Suggest you do too.”
“We are,” Bill said, calming his voice. “How’s Georg?”
“Fine. Still deaf.”
“Any scratches?”
“Eh, no…I got a little cut on my thumb but that’s nothing.”
“Okay, then. See ya.”
“Bye, tell Tom we all tell him to keep Gerda company,” Gustav hung up.

Back at the hotel, Bill and Tom went straight to the First Aid section, getting bandaged.
“Bill, you got to make the first move,” Tom blurted out. “I cant stand to see both of you together without having the urge to yell at you two to TELL EACH OTHER!”
“Sorry, Tom, I was actually planning to kiss her today and tell her I like her…” Bill said.
“Okay, that’s good. She’s shy, so be careful. Don’t be too straightforward. And most importantly, DO IT NOW!”
Bill looked over at Monica. She was hobbling to the elevator.
“Alright, see you later.”
He pressed the button to the elevator and looked at Monica in her eyes. Her clear eyes. As the elevator doors opened, he led her in.
“Monica…” he began.
“bill, I know…” she said. “I really like you also.” she smiled.
“Really?”
“well, yeah…when I first liked TokioHotel, I was all for tom, but now you made me realize that you, Georg, Gustav…they’re all Tokiohotel also…”
Bill smiled. Monica replied with a little giggle. They both neared each other. Then their lips touched. Bill’s heart stopped beating. He ran his hands through her silky hair, she wrapped her hands around his waist. It was a magical moment.
Until a beep came from the elevator, and a familiar laugh sounded.
“Oh, sorry, guys…” Gustav attempted to block the vision of Georg from the sight. It was too late.
“Oh, hi guys, having fun?” Georg laughed.
Bill led Monica out of the elevator, paying no attention to Georg. He led her to her room and opened the door for her.
“Have a good night, then,” he said, still a little dazed.
Monica seemed to be also. “Thanks. I guess this means we’re together.”
“Yeah,” Bill said, smiling. “Night.”
Monica smiled. “Night.”
They gave one another a last kiss and then Bill left. Monica watched him enter his room and go inside. Bill looked back at her, and then he felt his heart skip a beat.
She was his.
--
This is sort of like a love story..

 

[Nightfire]

Part Two
In the morning, Bill woke up fresh and alert, and very cautious. After the shootings, he was scared to go outside. But then he remembered about Monica, and immediately shot out of bed. Tom stirred from his sleep.
“Wher’re you goin’?” he asked, yawning. “Heard ’bout you and Monica.”
Bill felt his face turn pink. “Yeah…we’re together.”
“Good,” Tom yawned again. “Well, better get going, don’t wanna miss our flight, eh?”
Bill laughed. “Yeah, that would be bad.”
After a hot shower and changing, then doing his hair, Bill left the apartment and looked down both ways of the hall. Nothing seemed suspicious. He went down to the elevators and then stopped. Something didn’t…smell…right. He turned around and saw smoke coming from Monica and Gerda’s apartment. He ran to the door and tried the door. After opening it, a blast of hot air and smoke shot out, and he was sent down to the wall. He shook his head and then looked inside. No one was inside; that was good. He grabbed their suitcases and ran from the smoking apartment. Where the fire was coming from, or whatever was burning, he had no idea. He just hoped Monica was okay.
Running down the stairs, not daring to take the elevator, he soon found himself, sweaty and tired, at the lobby. Monica and Gerda were laughing at some joke, and looked at Bill. Monica ran over to Bill, despite the fact her leg was broken. “What happened?”
“Theres…a fire…in your apartment…” bill said, breathless. “We need to tell Tom and everyone else!”
“But…but why didn’t the fire alarm go off?” Gerda asked.
“I have no idea, but this doesn’t seem good.” Bill said, realizing he had said the obvious. “call up someone, please! Anyone!”
A confused receptionist ran over to Bill. “What’s going on, sir?”
“Please call the fire department, there’s..smoke in room 483.”
He realized what he had said. What a coincidence! Room 483...
“We will call them up straightaway, sir,” she said, and rushed over back to her counter.
Bill shivered at the prospect of Monica being in that room. Monica hugged him and looked at the bags. “You saved our stuff. Thanks.”
“No problem,” Bill said, still shaking. Monica kissed him on the cheek.
“It’ll be alright…” she said, now comforting him. “As long as we all leave the hotel as soon as possible…”
“Wait a second,” Bill said, and noticed Tom, Georg, and Gustav also coming, running down the stairs, with everyone else’s bags.
“We’re all set,” Tom huffed. “Georg called a Hummer, they’ll be over any second now… ****, I swear, I got to figure out who the heck was that!”
“It was probably the same people,” Gustav said. “I mean, they couldn’t really just attack the same people on two days. Maybe it’s some super anti-people. We should ask the hotel to investigate and ask other policemen to work on it.”
“Agreed,” said everyone altogether. They quickly asked the receptionist to do so, and then all got into the awaiting Hummers.

In the cars, everyone was silent, going over what had happened. They now all smelled of smoke, but, the most important thing was that they were all safe, and together. Bill put his arm around Monica and Monica laid her head gently on his shoulder. It would be a long ride to the airport.
Most of the time, everyone slept, but when a new text message came to Bill with Georg’s teasing, he was awoken from his dainty slumber. When they got to the airport, as usual, a band of paparazzi followed them, taking pictures mostly of Tom and Gerda, and Bill and Monica. By the time they were inside the airport, going through security and then taking a nice seat in a café, everyone was just exhausted.
“I think I’ll be sleeping the whole flight,” Tom yawned, and then Gerda gave a little giggle.
“You said you’d be chatting on the computer with Georg over some connection thing. Talking about the little ‘newlyweds’,” Gerda laughed. Monica apparently had heard this before, and couldn’t stifle a giggle.
“We aren’t getting married, Georg. You seriously are so immature sometimes!”
“Immature?” Georg cackled. “Yes, sometimes, I am. But I just LOVE to see little lovebugs kissing together in elevators, don’t I, Gustav?”
Gustav couldn’t hold in a laugh. “And look with extreme interest at what’s going on.”

 

[Nightfire]

Chapter Five
On the flight, bill and Monica took a window seat together. Bill and Monica mostly just dozed together, thinking of themselves being together, and by the time the sun had set, they were sleeping, Monica’s head resting on bill’s shoulder, Bill on her head, their hands clasped together.
Little did Bill know that Georg was frantically taking pictures of this and sending it to Tom, who had a seat a little ahead of them all. Gustav was trying to throw Georg's phone out of his hands and get to the computer at the same time. Tom was roaring with laughter and Gerda was trying to figure out what was going on.
But soon, peace came upon the plane, and everyone was sleeping. When the lights were flicked back on and Bill yawned from his nice sleep, realizing he was with Monica, everyone was given a breakfast tray.
“Who would eat this crap?” Georg whispered to Bill.
“As if I know,” Bill laughed.
Monica woke up shortly after the meal was given to her. Tom came over and joined them, eating and talking about their future concert and the past events. Then they all resolved that when they went back to Minsk, they would take along a lot more security and go around in helicopters. (The helicopter idea was Georg’s).
At the airport, when they landed, more paparazzi than ever before met them. Since they were returning back to their native Germany, all would be heading back to their houses for the small break they had until heading for Berlin for a massive conert. Monica and Gerda would go with everyone to Magdeburg, and stay at Tom and Bill’s.
When everyone was sitting comfortably inside a large limosuine, almost immediately fans began calling their familiar cellular phone numbers, which almost all had memorized by heart.
“Who the hell keeps giving them our numbers?!” Tom yelled, turning off his phone. Georg grinned devilishly. “Are you serious? GEORG!”
Georg laughed. “No way! If I gave out yours, wouldn’t I give mine out also? C’mon, you have to know me better than that, Tom!”

In the center of Magdeburg, fans awaiting them asking for autographs were almost, maybe even completely horrified to see the Kaulitz twins being accompanied by girls. They all began yelling for them, but some also were screaming for their beloved Georg and Gustav. The boys were surrounded by screaming fans who were trying to get a hold of Monica and Gerda, but with Tom and Bill holding them tightly, it was no use, just a waste of time.
After giving out autographs, the boys went their separate ways, promising to meet at Gustav’s for a good practice session. Monica and Gerda were appalled by the fans waiting for Tom and Bill at their house, and knew that Georg and Gustav would be awaiting a similar one. More autographs, and then they entered their house.
Bill and Tom had acquired a new ping-pong and a foosball table since their last visit, and almost immediately, after getting settled in, went to go play. The girls followed.
Then, after having many fun games, laughter, and argument, they went out for dinner at an Italian restaurant nearby the edge of town. There they at least had some peace and quiet in their favourite spot: a place in the upstairs-VIP area, where they could eat for free. Monica and Bill were quiet, holding hands and waiting for their drinks, while Gerda and Tom talked to one another.
As soon as the drinks were broughten, and the food was served, there came a lively discussion about what to do with Georg, which became quite hilarious as soon as more and more ridiculous offers were given. Soon everyone was laughing so hard that Tom and Bill choked on their spaghetti, only causing more laughter. A waitress looked a little worried at this get-together, but the group stayed still only until after eleven.
At the house, everyone immediately went to sleep, the memories of the dinner playing in their heads, and still giggling in their sleep. When morning came in, they all slept in quite late, and almost were late for the sound check at Gustav’s. Gerda and Monica decided to go shopping in Magdeburg’s pedestrian shopping mall.

In Gustav’s basement, Georg was giving himself a sound check, and Gustav was getting drinks from the refridgerator.
“Hey, guys,” Gustav said, checking his watch. “You’re right on time. Why’d you guys not come a half an hour earlier, like you always do?”
“We slept in,” Tom said, giving a warning look at Georg. “We all slept in our own rooms.”
Bill nodded. “So shut up, Georg.”
Georg had already begun snickering. But this soon ended, as they all began practicing “1000 Meere” and “Wo Sind Eure Hände”, which Georg had begged for. Then they took a break and had some drinks, played a game of foosball, returned to playing, drank, foosball, play…it became a routine for a few hours until they decided to go to the pedestrian mall also and go look for whatever they needed for themselves.

The Magdeburg pedestrian shopping mall wasn’t that full when they first got there, but then, as fans began shifting, it was chock-full of awaiting fans that were ready to pounce on them at any given moment. But police officers had been set up at all the entrances, and the boys were free to swiftly move from store to store without being assaulted with pens and notebooks. Soon they found Gerda and Monica in a café sipping coffee.
“Hey, guys,” Gerda said, kissing Tom.
Monica kissed Bill as he sat next to her. “How was practice?” she asked.
“It was good,” he said. “Me and Tom are an unbeatable team at foosball.”
Tom winked. “of course we are.”
Georg shook his head. “It was pure luck. Gustav’s thumb still hurts from the shooting…”
Almost immediately the mood of the gathering changed with the word ‘shooting’. They all hoped none of the fans had heard it, but none of them were nearby.
“Want to all go to the nearby store?” Gustav asked, cutting the silence. “I want to see a receptionist’s look on her face when she sees me buying a TokioHotel copybook!”
The store Gustav had mentioned was a school-supply store, and indeed, there was a TokioHotel copybook there, and they all bought one of everything in the store that had them on it. The receptionist was squealing with excitement when she saw their faces.
“Ohmygosh, can you please sign..erm..this sheet of paper?” she asked, quickly fumbling for a piece of paper and pen. “This is like, the best day ever!”
“Sure it is,” Georg said, winking at her. “Thanks.”
As they left the store, the receptionist squealed once more.

 

[Nightfire]

Chapter Six

The policemen guarding the entrance into the pedestrian mall pushed the fans back to allow the pack to go into their awaiting limosuine. A few lucky girls got signatures, but the boys were rushing for an interview at a local TV station. Monica and Gerda went back to Tom and Bill’s to sleep for awhile, and then, they would get up to see the TV-show on “Live”.
At the station, people took care of the boys immediately, almost cowering over them. Bill hated the way some people couldn’t just treat them like normal people. By the time the show had started, there was a small, but fairly loud crowd of fans screaming their names. Bill stood, waiting for the curtain to open, looking at his microphone. Soon a lady began speaking.
“Hello! You’re watching Star17, I’m Jen Schwartz, your American-German host! Tonight we’ll have a spectacular performance and interview with…tell me now, who is it?”
“TOKIOHOTEL!” the fans roared. Tom coughed, Bill sighed deeply. He was thrilled to be performing back in his hometown.
“That’s so right! Here they are, live! Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav! Let’s give them a huge welcome!”
Familiar music for “Nach Dir Kommt Nichts” rang through Bill, almost living inside of him. He began singing the usual words, breathing and being the song, enjoying every second of it, adoring the fans who were yelling their names…he loved the feeling of being on stage, it gave him so much drive, excitement; power, almost.
After the performance, the fans shrieked and clapped for them. Tom and Georg gave their guitars to the stage workers, and then went to go join Gustav and Bill on the white leather seats. The lady they saw before them was literally anorexic, even Tom admitted it later. She wore tons of make-up and didn’t look too good, overall. Her teeth were yellow, most likely from smoking, and her voice was raspy, but it didn’t come out that way on the microphone.
“Hello, TokioHotel! Or shall I say, Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav! What an amazing performance!”
Bill nodded in reply. Tom took the microphone that lay on the glass table. “Thanks,”
“We’ve all heard that you both, Bill and Tom, have girlfriends. Is this true?”
Tom replied first. “Yes, and I’m not afraid to admit it. I’m taken.”
There was a loud gasp in the crowd.
“And you, Bill?” the host looked a little hopefully at Bill.
“I’m also taken,” bill said. “And I’m quite happy.”
After this, most of the questions were directed to Georg and Gustav, but they gave small, undefining answers. Overall, the interview lacked information, except for the fact that the Kaulitz twins were now taken. Then the host turned her questions to the twins. At the end, they all left the stage, and then “reappeared” and did a final number - “Vergessene Kinder”.

Back at Tom and Bill’s house, Gerda and Monica were already in their pajamas, eating popcorn and playing a card game, keeping Star 17 on. Georg and Gustav left after dropping Tom and Bill off. The brothers went upstairs to get changed into their pajamas. Tom took off his head sock and cap, and Bill washed off his gel and makeup.
“Has Gerda seen you without your cap?” Bill asked.
Tom shook his head. “Wonder what she’ll think of me.”
When they returned downstairs, Gerda wasn’t too surprised to see him without his cap, and Monica of Bill without his gel. He looked similar to himself when he had the haircut when they were shooting the “Rette Mich” clip, but now he had a blonde streak of colour and his hair was longer.
As they watched the show, realizing that the lady had taken out most of the questions she asked Georg and Gustav, and then changing the way Bill and Tom had answered their first question by adding other words they had said later. They explained this quickly to Gerda and Monica, who were quite astonished at the “answers” they had given.
After the show was over, they all switched over to another channel and watched a movie. By the time it had ended, they were all slowly drifting to sleep, all lazily lying on top of one another. In the morning, they all woke up quite late, but luckily, there were no plans for the day except strolling around Magdeburg, since they only had three days until they had to pack their bas for berlin.
When everyone was ready, they set out to meet Georg and Gustav in Georg’s house for chill-out. When they got there, Georg was wearing an apron and attempting to make some sort of food, which no one could really tell what it was. Soon Georg quit and threw the remains in the trash, then joined the rest of the gang by the television set, and grabbed himself a Coke.
The day went by quickly at Georg’s. The boys had a quick practice session and then went out to McDonald’s for dinner. This continued until the day the boys left for Berlin, sitting in the car and relaxing, glad for the short but sweet break they had had.

 

[Nightfire]

Chapter Seven
In Berlin, the paparazzi were held back by police officers, since there were so many that the boys wouldn’t even be able to go through. They had to head straight for the concert hall; they were running back on schedule.
Backstage, you could hear how loud all the fans were. The boys had to yell over the crowd’s startling noise so that they could hear one another. The sound checks were no use if they didn’t put the volume to near-deafening, but the crowd’s shreiks drowned out any normal sound.
As soon as they all got onstage, the crowd stopped yelling. The lights had gone out. As a spotlight shone on Bill, then Georg and Tom, then Gustav, the crowd yelled louder than ever. They fit most of their songs into the time frame they had, and even gave an encore for the fans. When they left the stage finally, Monica and Gerda were nowhere to be found.
“Where’d they run off to?” Tom asked, looking for Gerda.
“As if I know,” Bill said, and then spotted a familiar crutch lying by a black leather chair. “Think I found them.”
Gerda and Monica were wearing earplugs and talking to one another in sign language. Monica laughed at something Gerda had signed. Bill tapped her shoulder, and Monica turned around. Immediately her face brightened and she got up and hugged him. She pulled out the earplugs from her ears. Her face looked shocked.
“My ears are ringing,” she said.
“I’d guess they are,” Bill laughed. “I wear earplugs whenever I go on stage, but this time, I forgot.”
Monica laughed. Bill kissed her.

After the concert they couldn’t leave for a few hours - too many screaming fans were awaiting them from the exit that they would leave from. After relaxing and playing foosball, they returned to Gustav’s house for the usual after-concert get together. They left earlier than usual to get their bags ready for the train they had early in the morning.
On the train, all of the cabins were fulled with ready paparazzi. But the boys were smarter than any photographer, and covered the window from their cabin with a dark blanket, so they could have some peace. Monica and Gerda took the top bunks of the cabin and slept the long ride to Paris, where their new tour after their Zimmer 483 tour would really kick off.
During the ride Bill tried to begin writing lyrics for a new song, since he knew the fans always loved something new from TokioHotel. Georg and Gustav played against one another on their PSPs, and Tom listened to music while eating. By the time they got to Paris, there were hundreds of fans standing by the station, holding out magazines and notebooks and other objects for them to sign.
Bill and Tom parted with their girlfriends immediately as they left the train; the boys needed a lot of time for practice, sound checks, preparation, etc. for their concert. Monica’s eyes teared up as they stood on the train.
“Can I go with VIP?” she asked.
“Yes,” Bill said. “It’ll only be a few hours…”
“Seven hours? Yeah, that’s a few.” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Bill and Monica kissed once more fully, and then they parted.