A/N: Herpderp. We just keep chugging along. You guys have got to be grateful that I have 18 chapters of this pre-written, lol. Of course, 18 isn't typed up yet. Once seventeen gets posted, I'll require reviews to keep myself interested. And it would be nice if they started now. ;)

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The room that Amanda walked into was large, but that didn't matter. The four people inside of it were, all in their own way, large presences. The first person to notice her lit up, then stood up and headed toward her.

"You know, you're not exactly short yourself, Tom," she commented with a grin, and then her eyes widened in surprise as he enveloped her in a hug. It took her a couple of seconds, but then she hugged him back – and took it up a notch by wrapping her leg around his… Well, upper thigh. She wasn't quite flexible – nor tall – enough to reach his waist. He laughed and reached back to slide his hand from her calf to her knee, then to her thigh… But when his hand didn't stop she dropped her leg and smacked it, shaking her head.

"I definitely out-pervert you, Amanda." She raised her eyebrows and, before she could give herself a reason not to, her hand went for his crotch. And she connected. She tucked her tongue in her cheek and cocked an eyebrow, looking at him as he grinned down at her. "This could be considered sexual harassment," he said, and then reached forward to grab her boob. She permitted it, giving him a "what now" look.

They stared each other down, until Bill made a noise of disgust. "Seriously, guys, get a room. Please." Amanda rolled her eyes, but she didn't let go of Tom's crotch, nor make him stop groping her. Finally Bill appeared – seemingly out of nowhere – and grabbed Tom, hauling him backward.

"This one's a draw," Tom said as he shook loose of his younger twin.

"Maybe," Amanda agreed, "But I was winning. You were going to wimp out any second."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"No way – dude, you have nice boobs. I could've held on for a while."

"Your penis didn't exactly feel small – definitely wasn't bothering me a bit to touch it."

The two were now grinning at each other, but Bill interfered again, giving Amanda a dirty look this time. "Shut up. Seriously. We get it, you're both perverts. Okay? Okay. Now give it a rest."

Amanda and Tom rolled their eyes at the same time, and then Amanda spotted the table laid out to her left. "Food! I've only had a blueberry muffin today, and that's weird for me. Whatcha got?" She examined the layout, seeing spaghetti, chicken alfredo, pizza, hamburgers… Basically stuff you would see back in the U.S. She found a plate and went for the alfredo, using the large spoon that was already in the dish to scoop a fairly decent sized amount up and slap it on her plate, grabbing a fork and looking around. Georg was over by a laptop, surfing the internet, while Gustav was sitting in a chair, iPod in his ears, drumsticks in his hand, beating out the beat to the music he was listening to – apparently without even realizing he was doing it.

Bill was pacing the floor, and chattering away. "Okay, so we've got Schrei, of course," he said, talking in rapid-fire German. "Then the recent hit single from our new album," he continued, ticking the list off on his fingers. "Then back to the classics – Durch Den Monsun. Then from Humanoid, we'll do Automatisch. Uhmmm… What else, Tom? Shit, why can't I remember this?"

Tom was back to sitting on the couch, lounging in the middle in a perfect guy's pose – legs splayed, hands near his crotch, and – grinning at Amanda. "He gets like this," he whispered in English. "It's hard to shut him up."

"I can hear you, Tom," Bill said in English as well, giving Amanda the dirty look. Amanda rolled her eyes. What was with Bill? One day she thought he might have been warming up to her, now he seemed to all but hate her. She opened her mouth, but Tom caught her eye and shook his head, then started talking before she could.

"We're taking the motorcycle out for Automatisch-"

Amanda cut him off. "Bill… I have to advise that you do not get ON the motorcycle. For your own health."

Bill looked at her strangely. "Uh… No? It's part of the routine, Amanda. I'm not just NOT doing it because you said not to," he said in a pissy tone of voice.

"Uh, Bill. It's not that I don't want you to, it's that I like motorcycles. A lot." She raised her eyebrows. "A LOT. I find them… very hot. Very. I also find YOU… very hot. I may be tempted to jump on stage and molest you if you get on it."

Tom cut in. "Can I get on the motorcycle, Bill? Please?"

Amanda laughed. Bill scowled. "Deal with it, Amanda." He switched to German, rolling his eyes. "Yes, so after Automatisch it'll be Geisterfahrer, then they'll take the motorcycle away-"

Amanda interrupted him. "Thank goodness you won't be on it all night. I might spontaneously combust."

A hint of a smile almost appeared on Bill's face, and then he scowled again, and continued rattling away in German. Amanda was having a bit of a hard time with keeping up with what he was saying. "Then the first song from our new album, and then Spring Nicht… Uh, Tomi, are we doing In Die Nacht?"

Amanda smiled at Bill's use of the nickname he fondly called his twin. She did cut in, however. "I've never seen that performed, you know. That would be… awesome."

Tom smiled at her. Slowly – maybe a bit reluctantly – Bill smiled at her as well. "It's a personal song," Bill said, in English. "We don't do it often. I cry sometimes," he added with a laugh. Tom smiled.

"I do too, to be honest. Not all the time… But sometimes."

Amanda frowned. "If y'all don't want to perform it, then don't."

The twins smiled at each other. "We haven't, not in a while," Bill said, still speaking English. "I think it's about time we did. We like to do it in Germany, anyways. So we'll perform it. If the G's don't mind," he added, looking over to Georg and Gustav.

Georg shook his head. "No, man, that just gives me a much-deserved break in the middle of it all." He laughed, and then walked over to Gustav, elbowing him. Gustav looked up and took one ear bud out of his ear. "Huh?"

"Do you mind if we perform In Die Nacht?" This was Bill again, speaking English. Gustav shrugged. "Go for it. Just gives me a break. Oh, hey, Amanda!" He looked surprised to see her, and everyone else – including Amanda – busted out laughing.

"Really, Gustav? I've been here for a while now, and you just now noticed me?"

He blushed. "Sorry – in the zone." Amanda laughed and took her food, walking over to the couch and sitting in the corner, beside Tom. She began eating while listening to Bill's chatter.

"I remember now. We're going to alternate pretty much, start with Schrei, then play a few songs from our new album, then play Durch Den Monsun, then a few more songs from the new album, then I guess In Die Nacht, then a few more from our new album… So, basically, the fifteen songs on the new album, then Schrei, Durch Den Monsun, In Die Nacht, Automatisch, Geisterfahrer , Spring Nicht… That's 21 songs. Holy shit this will be a LONG concert. Then again they've always been long. Eventually, we're going to either have to stop playing every song from the album that the concert is for, or cut out the old songs. Thank goodness we made room for like 25 songs… I don't know how we'll fill up the spare time, though."

Tom cut in again. "Amanda, what's YOUR favorite song?"

Amanda shook her head. "I don't have one favorite. I've always liked Sacred, Zoom Into Me, Break Away, and Love And Death."

Tom raised his eyebrows at Bill. "That's four songs. We have 21. Plus four equals 25. We could play those four too…"

Bill frowned. "I kind of LIKE the spare time," he said, but was already nodding. "Yeah, we can throw those in. Dude… That's ten old songs to the fifteen new ones. Start with Schrei, then do two new ones, Durch Den Monsun, two new ones, Automatisch and Geisterfahrer, then four new ones… Okay, where am I?"

Tom, Amanda, and Georg laughed. Gustav was already back in his own world. "You've got four out of ten and eight out of fifteen. Keep going," Amanda said, holding up her fingers to help count.

"Alright. Then we'll do Spring Nicht, then two new ones. Sacred, two more. Uhh… That's six out of ten and twelve of fifteen. Shit. I'm going too fast on the new ones. Okay, after the two new ones we'll do Zoom Into Me AND me and Tomi will do In Die Nacht, and then two new ones, then Love And Death, and the last new one, and then we'll end with Break Away. Work for you, Tom? Georg? Gustav? … Gustav!"

Amanda, who was sitting on the end of the couch that Gustav's chair was at, reached over and shoved him. His eyes popped open and he took one ear bud out. "Yeah, yeah. What?"

They all laughed except for Bill, who looked irritated. "I am NOT repeating myself… Damnit, yes I am. Okay, listen close. We're starting with Schrei, then doing songs five and seven on the new album, then Durch Den Monsun, then one and twelve, Automatisch and Geisterfahrer, songs two, four, eleven, and fifteen, Spring Nicht, three and fourteen, Sacred, six and thirteen, Zoom Into Me, In Die Nacht, eight and ten, Love And Death, nine, and then Break Away. Does that work for you?"

Gustav nodded. "Cool, yeah, that works. What time is it?"

Georg was back at the laptop, so he checked. "Eight. One hour to go, guys."

As if the time had triggered something in Amanda, she looked at her phone. "Hey, guys?"

Bill, Tom, and Georg looked up. Gustav, of course, didn't hear her. "Yeah?" That was Bill, speaking English.

"One of my best friends is also a really big fan – in fact, I was the one that got her into you. We're keeping in touch throughout this trip, and I told her I met you. I'm not sure she believes me…" Amanda trailed off, looking down guiltily.

Surprisingly, it was Bill who was kind. "So you want us to say hi," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, or just one of you. Not for very long – in fact, I'll put you on speakerphone so I can shut her up when she starts babbling. International minutes cost a fortune. But, if you guys don't want to, I mean, before the concert…" Again she trailed off.

"No, it's cool. I don't mind," Bill said, and Tom and Georg nodded. Amanda elbowed Gustav, who sighed (in an almost irritated way) and took out his ear buds completely. "Fine. I won't listen to my iPod." He snapped, and caused everyone's eyebrows to shoot up.

"Uh, dude." Georg walked over. "We're just going to say hi to a friend of Amanda's real quick. Calm down." Gustav looked astonished – and a little ashamed – and nodded, sitting up.

Amanda pulled out her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and hit send when she found Georgia's name. She put her phone on speaker and motioned for everyone to gather around as she set it on the arm of the couch. They did so, and Amanda lifted a finger to her lips for silence. Everyone listened to the phone ring, and then…

"Hello?"

Amanda re-enforced the 'shh' motion, grinning. "Hey, Georgia. What's up?"

"Nothing much – still at the barn. It's like… I think one over here. Just got done working with a horse. Are you at the concert yet? 'Cause I figured you'd get there pretty early, but it sounds pretty quiet to me."

Amanda laughed. "Yeah, I'm at the concert. But… I'm not in my seats yet. Hey, remember how I told you I met Tokio Hotel at my… haha, hotel?" She shrugged apologetically at the poor joke.

"Yeah, I remember. Are you finally admitting that you were pulling a joke?"

Amanda sighed. "No, actually. And now I have proof." She motioned to the band, and they hesitated – and then all looked at Bill. He rolled his eyes.

"Hi… Georgia? It's Bill."

There was silence on the other end of the line, and then, "Oh my god."

Everyone laughed. "I told you so, Georgia. You recognize his voice, don't you?" Amanda was smug.

Silence for a little longer. "Uhh. Yeeaaaah. Okay, give me a good reason not to come to Germany."

Everyone laughed again. The entire band appeared flattered. "You have summer classes that you already paid for. You can't. I'm sorry."

A pause. "So. Bill. How much is she flirting with you?"

Everyone looked at Tom, who was grinning. Bill was scowling – but when it came to Amanda, when wasn't he? Amanda was laughing silently.

"Actually, Georgia, she's flirting with me," Tom said, and they heard a gasp over the phone.

"Is everyone there? Gustav and Georg too?"

"Hey," the G's chorused, and they heard a sigh over the phone.

"You're backstage. With Tokio Hotel. In Germany. I HATE you."

Everyone laughed. "Yeah, I love you too." She smiled at the phone, and then Tom spoke.

"Hey, Georgia. Amanda. Are you two… You know?"

It didn't take either of them two seconds to get his meaning, but it was Georgia who spoke first. "No! Dude, we're best friends. Have been since my Junior year of high school. We've been friends since my Freshman year. It was never like that. Wait. Well, unless you want to watch…"

"Georgia!" Amanda was shocked, but laughing at the same time. Tom was very interested – as was everyone else.

"You'd have to join in, though – okay, okay, sorry Amanda! Sorry."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "And you were a lesbian once, too."

Tom and Bill's eyes widened. "You mean THIS is the lesbian friend we turned bi?"

Georgia cut in before Amanda could answer. "I am not bi! I do not even really have exceptions-"

"Uh-huh, sure," Amanda said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, so maybe. But I'd see their penis – er. Wow, kind of awkward."

There was a pause.

"Okay, not really awkward. I'd see y'all's penises and… it wouldn't work. I don't think. I don't know. But I won't ever find out anyways, so whatever. Ugh."

Everyone was laughing now, including Georgia. Tom caught Amanda's eye and mouthed the words, 'Is she hot?' to which Amanda rolled her eyes.

"Tom wants to know if you're hot, Georgia."

The room went silent for a moment, and then everyone but Tom and Georgia were laughing. "Why don't you come to Texas and find that out for yourself?" This was Georgia, voice a little lower and a lot more flirtatious.

Tom was grinning, eyebrows raised, looking at the phone. "You know, maybe I will. Would I have a warm bed waiting for me?"

Amanda rolled her eyes, and Bill just shook his head, but Georgia was willing to play along. "I don't know. How well do you share beds, Tom?"

"Depends on who I'm sharing it with."

Even Bill was starting to smile now, just a bit.

"Well, when you come to Texas, we'll see if my bed's empty…"

"You did say you were a lesbian, right? If there's another girl in the bed with you… I bet I can squeeze in."

Now Georgia laughed. "I don't share. Sorry, love."

Tom frowned. "So… no threesomes?"

Everyone was laughing at this point, especially Georgia. "No. Sorry."

Amanda shook her head and cut in before Tom could do something embarrassing – like beg. "Anyways, it's 8:30 according to my iPod. So I think we should go, Georgia. I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"Will you talk to me later, too, Tom?"

Amanda rolled her eyes – her best friend could be such a flirt, though she'd never seen her flirt with a guy before. It was pretty funny, actually. "GoodBYE, Georgia." She hit end on her phone, turned off the speakerphone, and pocketed it, as everyone else resumed their usual activities. But now there was only about fifteen or twenty minutes left until the concert began, and it was starting to show. Bill resumed pacing, while Georg found a chair by the computer and sat in it, fingering notes and staring at his hands as he did so. They all heard Gustav turn his iPod up, as it switched to Schrei, and he began to beat out the opening drumbeats. Tom sat at the corner of the couch and stared at his fingers, though he didn't finger any notes like Georg was. Amanda watched them all silently, knowing that this wasn't the time to crack jokes.

Time passed, and it was marked by the increasing severity of the tension in the room. Presently Bill went and sat in a corner, head in his hands, and Amanda started to get up, but Tom put his hand on her arm and shook his head. She sank back onto the couch, until Bill looked up. "It's ten til, Amanda. You might want to go to your seat." He went back to having his head in his hands, and Amanda nodded, slowly getting up and heading toward the door. She paused and looked back at everyone. "Good luck, guys."

There was no response.