The crowd was big and his heart shrunk closer to the warmth of his organs and the trap in his throat. God, and the music was loud – that drumbeat. And god, he was here tonight looking straight up at him. Thank god for his love of elaborate outfits and that he was wearing one tonight that didn't show the shake of his knees.
He felt like his lungs would give out and all he'd be able to get out would just be a quiet squeak.
He would be glad for knowing German if he didn't know it too. Knew it too well.
He could see Strify's light hair automatically. His soft eyes and his set jaw. There was no one alike in appearance to the Berlin boy.
Somehow the words came easy even though he was looking into the crowd at (that) one person. Somehow.
Through his clouded body, the repetition and automaticy gave his motion, lyrics, and strength.
Scream! 'Til you feel it. Scream!
'Til you believe it! Scream!
Out loud.
It was a rush of song and a rush of madness. Serenity though.
All he needed to do was look into those eyes and stay intertwined with the strength and friendship of his band.
It was all he could do and all that mattered.
It was all he could do and all that mattered.
After the show it was all a blur until he was talking to the Cinema Bizarre vocalist who liked his band and his voice in and out of Tokio Hotel.
His sparkling converses were a bit much, but Bill (tried) didn't (not to) mind.
