CHAPTER EINS (1)

"Thank you guys so much! See you all again soon!" Bill said into the microphone, enthusiastic as ever.

They all waved their goodbyes to the crowd. Bill, Tom, Gustav and Georg, and then disappeared backstage. My third, and best yet, Tokio Hotel concert was over. I hated this feeling; the end of a great concert. But the boys did awesome, and should have a good night's sleep tonight they deserve it.

The crowd starting to get smaller as fans rushed outside for fresh air.

'There's no rush,' I thought. There's just gonna be traffic anyway. I pulled out my cell and saw texts from my friends who had come with me, and that I lost in the crowd right after the first song; Cheyenne, Michaela (Mike) and Candy. I met them out front a few minutes later. As soon as I made eye contact with them, we all got huge smiles across our faces, and let our high-pitched screams, from whatever voice we had left in our bodies. I felt like a little kid again. Almost like it was my first memorable Christmas, or like I heard Santa's sleigh on the roof. I was overjoyed. But this feeling had a different meaning. We all just saw our favorite band perform and amazing show. What else were we supposed to do?

I reached into the back pocket of my jeans, only to feel that it was empty.

"Holy crap." I said.

"What is it?" asked Mike.

"I don't have my camera. I bet its inside."

"Do you want us to come with you?"

"No, go ahead and head home. I'll call you when I leave."

Candy drove them here, and I drove by myself. I guess I'm glad we did it that way, so I wouldn't hold anyone up.

"Okay, Bye," we all said.

I walked quickly back into the little venue. Despite how huge they were in North America, they still played in some small buildings. I looked on the floor around the area where I was standing. There was so much junk. Bottles, wrappers, party streamers, even some girls' extentions. It was still a little dark, so I used the light from my phone. I bent my kness for a closer look.

"Lose something?" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up onto the stage.

"Yeah, my camera." I said, right to Bill Kaulitz.

I basically froze right where I was. My eyes were locked on his.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you find it."

"Thanks, me too."

"I would help, but I have to go. Thanks for coming."

"Thank you." I said back, as he walked away.

I was in shock. I couldn't believe that happened. It took me a minute to remember what I was doing back in there. I searched for another minute, then decided to re-trace my steps from where I'd initially left to go outside.

"Ooh! I bet that was my camera." I said to myself as I kicked something and heard it slide.

I bent down and picked it up. Thank God. It still looked okay and it turned on fine. I ran to my car, excited to call the girls. Cheyenne answered.

"Guess who I just freaking talked to?!" I said.

"Oh my God, who?"

"Freaking Bi--."

I looked at my phone as it shut off. It was dead. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't tell them what had just happened! Even worse, my mom is going to have a heart attack if she calls and I don't answer, being two hours away from home. I can't even use my friends' phones, since they're all probably already on their way home. But, it's a good thing I had extra cash. Simple, I'll find a wal-mart and buy a car charger. I'm just not very familiar this area, but it seemed like a popular city and was very industrial based, so it shouldn't be too hard. I started my car and went back to the main road. Just about ten minutes into it, I see a sign advertising a 24-hour wal-mart. PHEW!

"Thank God." I said to myself.

I quickly pulled into the parking lot and then shut my car off. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair a little bit and wiped my smeared eye makeup. After I walked in, my stomach made the rumbles. Maybe some crackers or something would help. I really haven't eaten all day since I've been too excited for the show. I walked to the little food section. The good thing was that almost all the wal-marts I've ever been to are the same set up, makes it easier for me. I was looking at some chex mix, when I got the feeling there was someone beside me. I looked to my right.

"So, you were at the show tonight?" said a voice I knew too well. Tom Kaulitz.

Judging by my Tokio Hotel shirt and what a mess I probably was, it couldn't have to been hard to figure out where I was hours ago. Could this night get any better?

"Yeah, I was." I said nervously.

"Well, you know, we have the tour bus outside if you want to go freshen up. Maybe get to know me a little better." He said.

Wait? The bus was outside? How did I miss it? Was Bill on it still? My heart pounded as I thought these thoughts.

I looked back at Tom and saw the seductive look on his face, and just realized what he was trying to get at. I knew exactly where this was leading. ANYBODY who's even heard of Tom Kaulitz knew where this was leading. I looked at him.

"Sorry Tom. No offense, but I'm not having sex with you." I said it as clearly as I could.

As soon as I finished my sentence, I heard a high-pitched laugh come from the aisle over. We both looked at the end of the aisle to see Bill walk around the corner, holding bags and boxes of junk food.

"Not so smooth now, huh Tom?" he said while laughing.

Tom shot him a deathly glare. Was it that funny? Obviously; because I couldn't help but smile. Bill then looked over at me.

"Hey, you're the girl who lost her camera." He said, remembering our encounter just a little bit ago.

"Almost lost, I found it."

"That's good."

"Yeah, I would have been so upset."

"I can imagine. You looked worried."

"Do you need help?" I asked, noticing how the junk food products seemed to be slipping out of his arms.

"Please, since Tom seems to be so busy over there." Bill made another joke.

I grabbed a few bags of chips and a box of cookies.

"Thanks." He said.

"Why didn't you grab a cart?" I asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't think I was going to see much that I wanted."

I just smiled. I'll never understand how these guys ate so much, and still looked so good.

"Do you have enough sugar?" I teased at him.

He bent down on his knees, and was inspecting the flavored candies on the shelf.

"Not yet," he started while grabbing a bag of candy. "There, now I'm good to go."

We walked up to the self check out, and began ringing up our items. Suddenly, a very tall, built man appeared behind us. He started a conversation with the twins in German, too fast for me to understand. They seemed to be getting a little tense, and the next thing I knew, I was being told to move.

The boys' security had his arms around Bill and Tom so fast, pushing them out the door. I didn't even realize it, but Bill had grabbed my wrist, pulling me with him. It was all basically in one fluid motion. I felt the cool air breeze past me as we ran, to what seemed to be the tour bus. There was another guy on the tour bus, pulling Tom through the door. Bill put me in front of him, and I was then grabbed and pulled onto the bus. Bill was right behind me, followed by the other guy. He locked the door, then turned to us.

I was still so confused. For all I knew, there could have been a bomb threat in there, or maybe I was being kidnapped? As I peered out through the window, I saw what we had escaped. There was a small group of girls, about 8 of them.

Is that seriously what we ran from?

Behind the girls, I then saw another small group, paparazzi? I gave Bill a confused look. He looked back at me and just kind of shook his head.

"I already called the police." David said.

"Police?" I asked. What, were they going to arrest the fans?

"Yeah, so they can escort us out." Tom answered me.