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alright. Hannah really wanted to write this one day so she did!
With the slamming of doors Bill Kaulitz, Tom Kaulitz, Georg Listing, David Jost and Gustav Schafer stepped out of the van.
The house in front of them was a large Red Brick structure with a large turret on the left side of the house and many windows.
Huge trees loomed over the old structure as something flashed in the window. Bill and Tom looked up, but saw nothing.
This was their new recording studio.
The house, named the Hawthorn Ivy, was a menacing sort of structure, but it was perfect for the art of recording, given to the fact that it had many small rooms that were hidden away behind thick walls of steel and stone, that and it seemed to have great acoustics.
"Remind me again why we had to use this one?" Tom said looking up at the house, it gave him the creeps.
"Oh don't worry!" Jost, the boys manger said. "We just renovated it; sure there still is more work to be done but nothing that will get in the way of recording!"
Georg sighed and trudged up the steps.
When they walked in, it was indeed a well renovated house, you wouldn't think that it had been built in the early Nineteen-forties nor that it had been abandoned since the Nineteen-eighties.
The inside of the house was very posh indeed.
With light brown wooden floors, wine and cream colored walls and large sofas.
"I could get used to this." Georg commented.
"Speak for yourself." Bill and Tom said.
They both got the chills from the house.
"Oh don't be such girls!" Georg said as Gustav snorted.
The twins just rolled their eyes and started to look around with the others.
Book shelves lined the walls with old looking books.
"What are these for?" Georg asked.
"They. Are. For. Reading." Gustav said in a slow voice. He picked one up and opened the dusty cover, "The words mean something." He even pointed at the words to prove his point.
"OH Ha Ha!" Georg said as Tom snorted.
"The person before us left them here; they were in surprisingly good condition." Jost said as Bill wandered into the kitchen; it was large and roomy with an antique looking table in the center.
On one wall a huge, brick fireplace stood.
He was sure he could fit in it standing up.
The stove was old and a yellow color.
Bill walked over to it and turned it on.
All of the sudden an intense smell of gas came spurting out of it.
He turned it off automatically and started coughing spastically.
"Like we're ever gonna use this." Tom snorted as he and the rest came in.
"What's that smell?" Georg asked.
"Stupid stove, doesn't even work." Bill choked.
"We haven't worked on the kitchen yet." Jost said as he came into the room and bustled out just as quickly.
Soon after the rest of the house was toured and the many, strange rooms were looked around, Bill and Tom went to settle into their bedrooms.
"Can I sleep with you?" Tom asked in a quiet voice.
"Sure, you want me to wear those fish net stockings you love so much?" Bill snorted.
Gustav, who was passing by and only heard Bill's statement rolled his eyes and mumbled 'I don't even want to know.' Under his breath and kept walking.
Tom looked quite red in the face, "No, it's just; this house gives me the creeps man."
Bill nodded in understanding.
He walked into the first bedroom on the left and found that it did indeed have two beds in it.
Bill looked over at Tom as Tom smirked. "I call window bed."
Bill rolled his eyes as Tom plopped down on the bed.
This was going to be a long four months.