Prologue
"..Monsun/Hinter die Welt/Ans Ende..."
"Who is this?" I asked, nodding towards the radio.
She smiled and nodded. "Solitude."
She dug around the backroom for a few minutes before appearing with a CD. I looked at the price. 5, 99 euros. "Are they new?"
"Yes. They are very popular here in Germany. They said that they are to come out with an English CD next year." She gazed up at the poster on the wall, which resembled the CD's cover. My eye immediately latched on to the boy standing in the middle.
He had black hair down to his shoulders, heavily styled, and dark brown eyes that bore into my head. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. The boy had black eyeliner on, which did not startle me much.
"Oh, him." The cashier sighed. "He's the hottest guy on earth. Jaymz Engel. He's almost seventeen. His birthday's next month. I sent him a gift." She drew circles in the dust of the register.