I don't own Tokio Hotel or anything else like that, just this story that I made up. I hope people like it. It's my first TH fan fic, so be nice : )
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The car ride had seemed longer than it really was. Of course, that always happened on nights like these. I could glimpse the sun slowly fading behind the horizon from between the buildings. Each time an orange ray flashed across my eyes, I was grateful for the dark sunglasses I wore. My hands were in my lap, fingers twined together nervously. We all tried not to show it, but we all knew we always felt it. I studied my nails, trying to distract myself. The black and white contrast was painstakingly painted, except for a small chip of the black on my left pinky. Frowning, I rubbed at it. It was barely noticeable, but it bothered me. I was very particular about my appearance. There was no doubt that no one would notice it, but I knew I would. It would be too dark on stage for anyone to get a good look anyway.
As I rubbed, the multiple bracelets on my right wrist jingled slightly. I felt Tom jump next to me. The silence in the car had been so total that the noise had startled him. I glanced up at him quickly with an apologetic look, but he was gazing straight ahead, pretending to not notice. I knew he could see me out of the corner of his eye, so I humored him by looking back down. I'd stopped rubbing and closed my eyes, concentrating. We had a show tonight and I needed to focus.
I went over the words in my head, the words I had written and knew by heart, for something to do. Behind me, I could faintly hear Gustav tapping his fingers softly on the side of the car. Both he and Georg were looking out the windows, lost in thought. The driver was silent, as usual, behind he black screen that separated us. A manager at the place that was hosting our show was in the front seat next to him. I could see him shuffling some papers around, but couldn't hear it through the layer of glass between us. It was one of the rare few times that we didn't have an interviewer or camera in our faces, pestering us with questions everyone asked. "Are you nervous?" Duh. "Do you feel excited?" Well, since we've got adrenaline pounding in our ears, yes…duh. "How are you enjoying the city?" Its great, as always. They got tedious after a while, but we learned to smile and show enthusiasm without really feeling it.
I'd have to admit, that interviews were my least favorite part of being in the music industry. They were more of a Tom thing. I, myself, enjoyed being in the middle of the stage stoking the crowd for a bigger and bigger reaction. And the signs were a laugh. "Bill! Ich Liebe Dich!" and distorted images of my face floating around the mass sea of arms were proof that our fans loved us. Mostly our female fans. It was such a burst of self-esteem when you heard the screaming fan girls. It let you think what you could never say out loud without drawing selfish criticism. Yes, I am so fucking sexy they have to scream out my name when they see me. The humor in that statement always make me chuckle inside, and the media always interpreted that sly smile on my face as adoration for our fans. It made them happy and it made me happy. Who was complaining?
I was so lost in thought, that I was startled when the dark screen slid to the side and the manager's head swung into view. He was a middle aged man, with dirty blonde hair. It was cut short, but spiked messily. His eyes were an average shade of blue. I couldn't remember his name, though I was sure he'd told us before we'd gotten into the car. The man wore a serious expression on his face except for a slight, half-smile before he started talking. It did nothing to lighten the anxious mood.
"Ok guys," he started in German. "We're just a couple of blocks away from the building and here's what your going to do. You'll walk down the aisle we have set up for you and the fans will be about five feet away from you on either side. Feel free to sign anything you want, but keep it short. We're a little late for the first sound check." He paused to give me a meaningful look. I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. So what if it took me a little bit longer than usual to fix my hair this morning? We were so busy I hadn't had time for a trim in a while, and the extra centimeters of length that were appearing made it harder to get it to stay up. Behind me, Georg chuckled.
"So," the manager continued, "when you get inside, go to your left and into the prep room and just hang out there until someone comes to get you." His eyes flipped down to what must have been his watch because a new urgency appeared in them. "And it shouldn't take long for someone to get you at all. Alright, everyone got a pen to sign with?"
I heard Georg mumble a yes and watched Tom pull a sharpie out of his oversized pocket and twirl it in the air with a smirk. I patted my pockets as I realized I'd forgotten mine in my rush.
"Oh I need one," I said and raised my hand slightly.
"I need a pen," Gustav called from behind me, his first two words overlapping with my last two. The manager grabbed two markers from the pile of four he'd had prepared. He shoved them through the opening into my waiting hand. I switched one of them into my other hand and reached over my shoulder to hand the remaining one to Gustav. As soon as I felt his grasp on it, I let go.
"Alright, everyone ready?" The driver asked, finally speaking up.
I nodded and looked out my window. Excitement flared in my chest when I heard the muffled screams as we pulled up to the curb.
"Let's go, let's go!" Tom yelled in my ear with a laugh as I opened the door. He sure was excited. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I stepped out and into the almost faded sunlight.
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Alright, that's the first chapter. Yeah I know it's long, but I know how much I appreciate long chapters so I thought I'd make 'em long. The only bad thing is that it takes a lot longer to write longer chapters so I'll be updating this story not as often as I'd like :( Sorry.
One other thing, I'm gonna be gone all next week, so no updates. Sorry again, but I'll work extra hard to write more once I get back :) I do have another chapter done, but I want people to tell me what they think so far before I update it. I haven't really gotten into the plot much in this chapter, but I promise there's more in the next. So, please review and tell me what you think.