Okay, to get this straight.

1: I do not think Tokio Hotel is gay, nor Bill or Tom.

2: They are nineteen. Turning twenty.

3: Do not critique me writing style.

-Humanoid is out.-

-My name is pronounced Keera. Not Kira.

-Now to the story. August Twenty-fifth. Twelve AM (in Germany). August Twenty-fourth. Six PM in New York. -

Bill POV

"Must we call them?" Tom asked as he sat down heavily beside me on the couch. I was reading through emails we had received for a contest. This year, we were renting a park. Not a regular, small kiddy park. An amusement park. Rides and all. So, we set out a contest for our fans to send in their favorite song by us, and their reason behind listening to one. We had received many. When I say many, I mean to many. So I was now reading the, what, two hundred and eighth?

Bill and Tom. Georg and Gustav.

Maybe I'll win, and maybe I won't. But, right now, and until the winner comes out, my fingers are crossed. I'm a seventeen year old girl named Kyra, and I'm going to tell you why I love you guys.

Favorite Song: You may have just asked me the hardest question I've had to answer. I've followed you since I was ten. Only missing the come out of your first album by months. But, I got it. Then Room 483. Then Shrei. Then Scream. Then Automatisch. Then Automatic. Then Humanoid. English and German. Yeah, I've followed every album. Humanoid, though, must of had my favorite songs. World Behind My Wall is in competition with By Your Side. My ultimate favorites. They speak to me, help me through.

Why I Love You: Maybe its because music always spoke to me, and your music reached out. Wherever I go, I must have music. Truly, the one and only thing that will hold the truth of what I feel. What you write is so real, so true, so different compared to everyone. I'm not going to make this a book, which I can gladly do, so I'll end it in this last sentence. Every time your music came into my reach, it was just another thing for me to feel welcomed to, something that did not happen often.

Even if I do not win, a simple email back, telling me you received this would make my day to no end. Not my day. My year.

As you asked: My phone number: xXx-xXx-xXxX

-Kyra.-

"Tom!" I yelled and he jumped, turning to me with half a sandwich stuffed in his mouth.I shook my head and rolled my eyes, moving the laptop on the table in front of him.

"Huh?"

"Read it," I said. His eyes scanned through it, taking him a good ten minutes. I became inpatient until he made another uncomprehendable noise. He pointed to the screen, nodded then went back to eating."We have a winner." I muttered and sat back down in front of the laptop. I picked it up and carried it to my room in the hotel.I began the write back.

Kyra,

What you've written is insightful, and I'm glad to say you've won. In winning the contest, you're spending the day with the band bringing a friend, coming to Germany, and having fun at our birthday.

Here's your information...

..::...::...::...::...

Because we are bringing you to Germany, this is paid. Plane. Car ride. Everything. Even hotel. As you'll be coming a day or two early. Depending on our touring schedule. We are hoping you can come in the next two or three days. Just to get to know everyone, so you're not lagged at the party, and so on.

-Bill-

And the band. (Out stuffing their faces.)

I hit send and smiled as I reread the email she had sent. It was amazing that our music can do this, you never know until now... I drifted slowly to sleep. Could you blame me? I had a concert today, CD signing and reading more emails. Well, least I found someone. It was now twelve AM of August twenty-fifth. A new day.

Kyra POV

I checked my email for the billionth time that day, worry racked through me. I opened yahoo, and saw I had a new email. Scrolling over it, I saw the email address I had sent my letter in to. I stifled a scream, trying to not annoy my second family. Well, best friend because her family and mine were never around. Thats a different story though.

I read through the email as fast as possible, before jumping up and running to my best friend, Julia, and bouncing on the couch. She could see the excitement and knew why.

"No. Way," she said and grinned as I nodded vigorously.

"They want us to come early so we can get to know them!" I screamed. She yelled in joy as we ran around the house. I wheeled around, causing her to run into me. "We have to pack," I said and ran upstairs.

"So, how are we getting on the plane and everything?" she questioned. I stuffed my cell phone in my back pocket and my iPod in my carry on bag. This was not happening.

"Well, Bill wrote back, saying how their manager, who is now in the city, is going to come down and drive us there. Take us through security and whatnot, then first class to Germany..." I sang and danced.

"This will be so much fun."

"Hellz yeah!" I yelled and sat on my bed... Well, a blow up mattress. Oh well. I received a text message and I opened it.

Tomorrow morning, nine AM.

-Tokio Hotel-

I turned up the music on my iPod and jogged downstairs.

"Tomorrow morning Julizzle," I called and sat down on the couch. I was much to jittery as I bounced on my seat. I picked up the remote and turned the TV on. I was watching Untames and Uncut, until someone named Bill came on. To many distractions. I put on my running shoes and walked outside.

That night...Eleven PM.

I sat down in my bed, and as hyper as I was, I was falling asleep easily. I watched Julia get into bed, also tired and drop her head onto the pillow. I lowered mine and fell asleep. Tomorrow was gonna we a good day.

Okay, so there is it. First chapter. Yes, Julia is real. And yesh, we are that odd... XD

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..:Kyra:..