God his fingers were killing him. They were on their next to last song and Tom felt as if his hands were goings to fall off right there and then. Tokio Hotel was half way through Ready, Set, Go, an English speaking country's favorite. Next was An Deiner Seite, their longest song.

He forced his hands to continue to play when he decided to let his mind go as he looked at the audience. Thousands of girls were screaming at him, except for one.

She stood in the front row, maybe ten feet from him? Her chestnut hair framed her face along with her side swept bangs. Unlike most girls in the front row she didn't have on a Tokio Hotel shirt. Instead she wore a sleeveless hoodie along with a bright pink cami. He couldn't tell what she for pants.

What made this girl truly unique to the others was that her facial and body expression was so calm. Other girls were throwing their hands forward and screaming. She stood there with a calm expression on her face as she observed the various musicians. Soon her eyes met with Tom's.

He met with her dark green eyes as her mouth grew a slightly wider smile. Tom smiled back and lost focus as Bill began to sing walking in his direction.

"I promise you right now…"

Tom realized that he had almost completely stopped playing. Luckily Bill had gotten his focus before the chorus. That would have been truly disastrous. He looked back at the audience to find his mystery girl.

But she was gone…

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"Tom, what the hell was that?" Bill asked.

He looked at him as he broke off his dazed state. "What are you talking about?"

"The song?" Gustav reminded, "You practically stopped playing half way through."

"Guess I was just… distracted."

"Distracted?"

"Yeah," he said hesitantly. "Some, really weird girl was there. Well, she was, and then she wasn't. It was really weird."

"Weird, there, not there. Tom you're describing just about every girl in the stadium," Georg said. "Don't worry about it, dude. There will be plenty of girls out there if that's what you're looking for."

But that wasn't what he was looking for. He was looking for her.

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It had to be one of the worst parts of touring America. They only stopped at the really big cities like New York or LA. That meant long, agonizing hours on the plane. The first class crap, didn't do squat. Tom felt cramped in his small area and thought of the American TV show he had seen a few months ago. What was it called? The Office? He really didn't care.

Tom felt the plane stop and he pulled of the cheap eye mask from his eyes. He knew he wouldn't ever fall asleep on the plane, but it was entertaining to try.

He heard the voice of the pilot as he got up and grabbed his bags. His four friends followed right behind him and they all exited the plane.

Tom waited at the front of the near abandoned airport gate and saw only a few people. Soon though dozens walked passed and he couldn't tell on from the other.

"Excuse me, sir," someone said as they tapped on his shoulder. He turned around to see a teenage girl with her hair in a ponytail and large sunglasses covering her face. "Do you know the time?"

"Uh…" he looked at his watch. "Three fifteen."

"God the plane got in late. Well thank you," she said while she pulled the large sunglasses off of her face. Her dark green eyes looked at him as she walked away with her large suitcase. "Goodbye!"

Tom stood there astounded. It was her! He couldn't believe it, she was staying in the same plane he was and he was completely clueless.

"Wait a second!" How stupid was he? Of course she wouldn't answer back, they were in Seattle, she spoke English, didn't he read the signs? She was American; she wouldn't understand what he was yelling in German.

"Tom," Bill said, "What's wrong? You shouldn't be shouting in an airport, you don't want to get noticed!"

Actually, he did. But only by her… her? He didn't even know her fucking name and yet his mind was filled with her face. Why did he care? She was just another fan.

The limo ride was excruciating for Tom. But, not because he couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't get his mind quiet because Gustav had spent the entire trip lightly singing to Alexz's music.

I just wanted your love
I just need a bit of your love
I just wanted your love

I don't wanna
Let you go-

"Will you just shut up already!?" Tom shouted. "Admit it, you can't sing! I used to like that song. Now you've ruined it."



"Gustav's just so in love with Alexz!" Laurie taunted.

He blushed at the sound of her name.

"Aww…" the others all said in unison.

Gustav grunted. "Shut up."

"So, Tom, what was with the shouting in the airport?" Laurie asked. "You were starting to make a scene."

"Just though I saw someone. I'm not a hundred percent sure it was her though," he lied. He didn't want to tell them any details about her in fear that they would make fun of him.

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"Scream! Till you feel it…"

Tom continued on his guitar as he glared at the hundreds of fans screaming at them. He wondered how they could hear the music through their excessive screaming. He looked at them with confusion. They looked like Barbie dolls, each one looking like the last, only with different hair.

He nearly yawned through the chorus. Tom shook his head as he woke himself up and continued to play. Once again his hands were aching and he needed a new pick, the one he had felt like it was going to crack.

Tom tiredly look into the crowd as he saw a pair of green eyes glaring at the band.