A Huge Thanks to TokioHotelDroid/Hannah for the fantastic beta job and the great translating.
At least SHE speaks German *grumbles about how she needs to learn the freaking language already.*
"The bass needs to be louder!" Tom shouted.


"I think you're right." Georg nodded, turning up the volume.

"How do you like the drums?" Gustav asked.

"Its fine." Bill nodded. He was slumped in a corner of a Los Angles recording studio.

The noise was giving him a head ache.

And he was pretty sure that the chronic inflammation in his vocal cords was coming back because he just didn't feel like singing.

That and he knew he was being overly dramatic.

Bill saw Emily and Jost talking from behind the glass.
She laughed and walked off.

"What do you think of the lyrics?" Tom asked, looking over at Bill.

"I think they're fine, I like them." He said.

Tom raised his eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"I wrote it didn't I?" Bill snapped.
He started to peel the label on his water bottle.

"Yes, you did write it. you wrote it half an hour ago because you were bored, therefore, you won't like it because you're a perfectionist."

Bill went to snap something back at Tom, but was interrupted as his phone went off in his pocket.

He sighed and picked it up.

"Hallo, Ich heiße Bill Kaulitz" He answered his phone.

"Bill?" A hesitant voice said on the other line.

Bill's heart dropped at the sound of the voice.

He had dreamed about that voice for so long.

It seemed that he had forgotten what it really sounded like, what she sounded like.

"Hannah." He sighed.

"Oh god Bill, I don't know what to do and I didn't know who to call, I'm so scared, and I'm tired and I feel like I wanna jump off the roof and all my family's here, and they're all happy and I'm trying to be happy but I just can't even though I really want to be and oh god I sound like a fucking head case and I don't know why I called, I think I just needed a friendly voice and to see a face that didn't have that freaking sympathetic "I know what you're going through" look and I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have call - "

"Where are you?" Bill cut her off.

Everyone in the studio had stopped to pay attention to what was being said.

"I'm in Austin, St. David's South Austin Hospital." Hannah stated.

"Are you okay!?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine Bill." Hannah sighed.

"How long are you gonna be there?" Bill asked, he tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder as he started scribbling down the information on the bottom of a piece of sheet music that Georg had been using.

"Quite a while one would think." Hannah said.

Georg threw his hands up in the air with a huff. "I was using that!" He mumbled under his breath.

"Shut up Moritz." Bill snapped.

"Hey Georg." Hannah said into the phone.

"Hannah says hi." Bill stated, still writing.

"HI HANNAH!" They all bellowed.

Hannah laughed slightly on the other end.

Bill held out the phone as she yelled "HI BOYS!"

He put the phone back up to his ear and said "I'll be there soon." With that, he hung up.