The Jackpot is basically empty when I walk in, only the owner, an obese man with an absurd amount of tattoos named Jack, is there. I sat down at a giant wooden table in the front of the store and began to sketch. Jack knew by now not to interrupt me when I'm sketching, I was pretty much a usual here by now. The sharpie flew across the paper like crazy, and my first design was complete before I knew it. I had the basic idea in my head, silhouettes' of all the band members with a really cool design in purple behind them. I knew immediately that this had to be Tori's, because tom's silhouette had ended up taking up most of the shirt. Tom was Tori's favorite, something about those dreads turned her on. I couldn't say I blamed her, because his twin brother was my personal choice. Not that I was some freak who stalks Bill looking for his boxers on eBay, ew. I really respect Bill, from a musician's point of view. Anyone who can sing in more then one language and still give people goose bumps is rated pretty high on my list.
I screened both of our shirts quickly, hoping to avoid tedious conversation with Jack. I drove my junkie pick-up home and carefully informed my mother about the concert this Friday. Of course at first she refused, this is the same woman who didn't want me to drive until I was eighteen, afraid I would be "Raving all night with junkies" (her words, not mine). Eventually, after about an hour of convincing her that I was "Simply going to see a wholesome music group", she agreed to let me go. I couldn't explain the amount of excitement I felt as I went to bed that night, so psyched to wake up Friday morning.
The school day passed tediously, as usual. But after what seemed like the longest day in the history of the world, it was time for the concert. I was so incredibly psyched I couldn't even stand it. Our seats where better then I could have imagined, I could see every bead of sweat dripping from Bill, I could even make out the solemn features of Gustav, and his drum set was pushed all the way to the back of the stage. Bill's voice sounded impeccable, it was amazing how much better they where live. I pulled my hair out of my braid and let it fall where it wanted as Tori and I danced to the music. I have to say, my hair is nothing like most people have ever seen before. It's naturally a golden blonde, but last summer I started putting these strawberry highlights, and well, that progressed until my hair became a spectrum of colors between gold and fire truck red. I like it though; it helps me stand out in our little town. It was pretty long too, it reached all the way to the middle of my waist. I guess my hair picked up the attention of Bill (who could blame him, my mass of crazy colored hair was pretty eye grabbing) because during the middle of "Live every second" he knelt down right in front of my face and almost sang the song to me. You cannot understand how my sporadically my heart was beating at that moment. After a minute or so, Bill stood up again and returned to his usual center stage spot, and to my surprise, at the end of the song, he winked at me.
"Tori did you see that?!"
"See what? Yeah Ellie, Bill Kaulitz just sang to you, I'm sure everyone just saw that" Tori responded.
"No not that! He totally just winked at me!"
"Don't push it now, Elliot" What does Tori know, she was ogling Tom the whole song.
The rest of the concert was absolutely rad. They even played some of their German songs, which I love. They seem so much more into it when they sing in their native language. Tori and I straggled to leave, not wanting to go but also noticing that the security guards were lingering just a little too close to us.
Suddenly, a deep voice shouted "HEY YOU!" Tori and I turned to see a giant security guard looming over us. Oh crap, I knew those tickets where to good to be true.