Tokio Hotel in Cleveland: A True Story

Chapter 10

By Your Side

We finally arrived in our cozy little town in New York, and I was eagerly looking forward to having an intimate twenty-four-hour relationship with the air mattress. I was beat.

We had parked on a neighborhood road get all our stuff strewn about in the back seat situated and organized. I had accidentally dropped my expensive new Tilt phone with full keyboard on the pavement, and now it has tiny dent marks around it's edges to remind me of that eventful night.

We quietly stepped inside her house and I went down into the basement while she went upstairs to bring down blankets and pajamas for me to borrow. She said that her dog would start barking if she recognized anyone outside of the family coming up the stairs, and she didn't want to wake the entire house.

After she had come back down and we had changed and settled in to sleep, we continued our ever-so-fun game of mimicking Bill's accent and talking how amazing the concert was–oh, and how gorgeous they were. We had watched Fresh Prince on the large flat screen TV, and Family Guy on her laptop once again for a short while, and then, finally, we both fell asleep.

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I heard Isabel nervously call out my name the next morning. At first I thought it was my mother and almost decided to just lay perfectly still and feign sleep. But I remembered the previous night and realized it had to be Isabel calling, and I emerged from the covers sprawled over me.

"Oh, there you are!" she said as I rubbed my eyes. I had left my contacts again in the night before and my eyes were bothering me.

"Yeah," I grunted tiredly.

"I didn't see you there," she explained. "I thought, did my mom take her to the barn?" she continued, referring to the local stable. We both liked ridding horses, and used to go together all the time.

I had groggily gotten up and gathered all of my stuff scattered over the floor, thanking her for taking me alongside her on this most unbelievable and absolutely fun adventure. I couldn't wait to tell my mom about it in a few years, and then my children when they were about my age.

We got into her car–our home-away-from-home–and she drove me to where I worked so I could pick up my paycheck, and then she took me to my house only a mile away from there. I don't recall what time I arrived home, but I called my mom at her work to let her know I was back safe and sound just like I had promised.

I was sure that it was a successful mission.

The following morning when I woke up, I arose and went into the computer room like I always did, but found a bright orange sticky note left from my mom on the top right corner of the computer that read, "So how was Cleveland?"

I grinned and chuckled to myself.

THE END

Stay tuned for the epilogue!

Well, that's our story! I hope you had a good time reading about it, cuz I sure had a great time writting it! Feel free to write you're stories about your experiences with Tokio Hotel. Whether it's a concert, a signing, a VIP backstage visit, or just happening to run into them at the mall or airport. It's a lot of fun to write about it, and you'll always have those precious memories of the best day of your life stored away for you to look at anytime. Leave your final review and tell me what you think!

Danke!!!

Started: December 25, 2008; time unknown.

Finished: January 29, 2009; 11:32 pm.