Kydania
Not only did we have to deal with overly obsessed, but surprisingly respectful, fans but we are being escorted and toured around by our stage mates lead singer. I knew we were to play with Tokio Hotel but not this. I wouldn't usually have a problem with this except for the fact that if anyone recognizes him we are screwed!
"Mr. Kaulitz." I speak out flatly once our luggage and bodies are in the inconspicuous car.
"Please call me Bill." He says as he tugs his beanie down over his bleached hair.
"Okay Bill. Why did you come get us? It is very dangerous." I chose to speak in his native tongue to the best of my ability not only so I had to think before I spoke but as to make sure there are no misunderstandings.
"Danke for your concern Kydania," I notice the way he pronounces my name so easily unlike so many and his clear English, "but I have done this before."
"Really what other bands?" Tilly asks sweetly. She isn't star struck like the other two.
"It's a secret." He turns for a brief moment and gives a wink to Tilly before returning his attention back to the ever busy road. Tilly responds with a light dusting of pink across her cheeks. So maybe she is a bit star struck.
I touch his shoulder lightly and look at him through his aviators, "Danke Bill."
Lydia
As Bills and Kyda speak of stage and performance details in 'germanglish' I stare out the heavily tinted window getting a glimpse of what Berlin is. As Megan, the quiet one she is, always says, "it's the people that make the city and it's that 'city' that makes the people." If I wasn't already in the music business I would have been in a job that involved people watching.
The diversity from one person to the next never ceased to amaze me; the quiet wise elderly to the snappy grouch parents to the vain young and so much more.
"Lydia?" Megan's voice is right in my ear. I nod letting her know she has my attention.
"Is Kyda okay?" I look at my best friend then back to Megan with a quizzical look.
She just nods at her and Bill in the front seats as if to say check-it-out-and-tell-me-if-I'm-crazy.
At first all I can see is Kyda and Bill talking easily over some stage something or other. Then it hits me, Kydania never talks easily with anyone but me, not even with Megan or Tilly (though it is easier for her to talk to them than most other people).
I look back to Megan and make my eyes all big so she understands she's not the only one who sees Kydania's behavior as out of the ordinary.
Not only did she fail to mention our first opening gig was for Tokio Hotel but now she looks to be replacing me with Bill. Then I catch wind of their conversation.
"So you guys play about the same frequencies for amps as we do so that shouldn't be a problem but Lydia's drums versus Gustav's may. She has a completely different style and set up. How do you think we can fix that?"
She wasn't being all nice and easily talkative because of Bill, but instead for my sake. She never stops with her loyalty; maybe I would like it better if it is Bill and not me. That way she has someone to love on all levels. Lord knows she could use it.
Kydania
Bill is a lot more down to earth than I expected. I always thought he would be overly excited all the time and prima donna but instead he is just passionate about what he believes. Something I have only found in a handful of people.
"So there may be a few hours before you can go to do sound check while they set up so um," Bill looks ahead a slight blush washes over his stubbly face, "Ya' know meet the guys and stuff?"
I look back to the girls for their input. All three give me enthusiastic nods and thumbs up, "Sure but we all need about a half hour to freshen up."
He nods understandingly. Airplane gunk and little sleep added together with jet lag the least a person needs is a shower and change of clothes. I find it odd how he gets just what I am saying but I am grateful for it. It just makes one less thing I have to worry about. I just hope the other bands we will be opening for along the tour will be as easily transitional.
Finally the car reaches a hotel that is tucked neatly within a very reclusive part of the city. I can see why Bill insisted we choose the same hotel as him and the boys. The less paparazzi and fans the more time we can deal with our music and production.
The building itself is rather large with several other buildings branching out. It seems very cozy and welcoming. Then again any place that I had Lydia, Megan and Tilly felt just the same. With them I know all can be just the way it should. Home is where the heart is and to me they are my heart.
Stepping out into the fresh air I feel the weathers chill greedily wrap about me cold and wanting. I love it. It makes me feel alive and awake. Lydia and the others let out whines of protest against the chilly weather. I laugh softly to myself and shake my head. That's when I notice Bill looking at me with his well-known smile. I never noticed the slight quirk it added to his eyes up till now. I turn away instinctively from his stare and go to the back of the vehicle to grab my luggage.
"To the room shall we girls." Bill stops in front of me as the girls move to the entrance of the hotel.
"What do you mean 'room'?" he says it like it is repulsive and unfitting of anyone.
"We all share a room. It makes it easier to help each other with dressing up and make-up." Isn't it that obvious? We are girls after all, even if we aren't super frilly and pink.
