"What is going on?" Tom asked when they made it back to the greenroom. "I'm seeing her everywhere. Am I going crazy?"

Bill looked at him, "I don't know." He picked up a coke and opened it. "So far you're the only one to take a notice to her, which sounds a bit suspicious to me."

Gustav shrugged, "maybe she is real, didn't you say you saw her in the airport? Maybe she's a really big fan."

"Then why didn't she say anything when we were there? Something strange is going on," Tom said as he grabbed his guitar.

"Aren't you going to the club?" Georg asked.

Tom shook his head, "nah, I feel like going to the hotel early tonight. I just want to think."

OoOoO

(English regularly spoken)

He walked into the hotel with only his guitar to accompany him. Tom slung the strap over his shoulder as he waited with a large crowd in the front of the elevator. All of these people were at least in their thirties so nobody really cared for him.

The doors finally dinged and opened. Tom casually yawned as he slowly made it in.

"Forget it! Forget it!" he heard. "I'll just walk the way."

Tom looked over the small crowd at the brown haired girl.

"Geez, don't these people have any manners?" she asked. She walked away as Tom saw her with her large duffel bag and she wore a pink sports bra and black yoga pants.

He tried to get out of the crowd but he decided that it was too filled. He walked off into his room and began to think.

Should I try and find her? Where is she? She looked as if she was going to a gym… was there a gym around here? He looked at a little pamphlet on the nightstand that stated:

HILTON HOTEL SEATTLE

Inside it had a list of facilities in the hotel. Pool, golf, arcade, gym! It was on the fifth floor. Now he knew where she was, but should he go after her? He didn't even know what to do once he was there. He decided just to go down and see what there was.

Tom changed into what he'd usually wear as pajamas, an old t-shirt with sweat pants, tied his hair up without his hat, and went downstairs.



When he made it to the gym he saw how quiet it actually was. Now that he thought about it, that was kind of obvious. It was ten thirty at night, how many people would work out at that hour?

Then again, he never worked out at all. He looked around as he found her. She was running on a treadmill not paying any attention to her surroundings. He looked at her large duffel bag on the side and red the large red letters on it.

NATALIE

Natalie huh? At least she finally had a name.

He was clueless about what to do next. Though Tom was egotistical, he wasn't stupid, so he didn't want to do something like hit those really heavy weights. He decided to go for a run too.

Tom walked onto the treadmill and kept glancing at her every few seconds hoping she'd look his way. She didn't. He turned the machine on to where it read 3.5 MPH. He actually wasn't too sure to what this meant, but he felt he could keep this speed. Sure he wasn't as athletic as Georg or Gustav, but he could hold himself up.

As he was running for maybe five minutes, she turned her machine off and grabbed a bottle of water. Tom pressed several buttons until one of them finally turned it off.

Natalie appeared done for the day as she grabbed her duffel and undid her ponytail. Her hair unraveled as it set around her face. She pulled out a cell phone from the duffel and made a call.

"Hi dad. Yeah, I was glad to get a day off. I'm probably going to catch a movie tomorrow. I dunno, maybe Prom Night. Yeah, nothing else is out and I heard Tokio Hotel had one of their songs. Tchau! Yeah, I've been practicing. Bye, dad."

Natalie put up her phone as she made her way out of the gym.

So she knows some German. Tom thought. Explains how she said 'excuse me' in the airport so well. Plus she is definitely a fan. Two concerts and Prom Night.

He followed her as she entered the elevator. Tom rushed in to join her and stood confused because he had no idea what to do then.

"Hello," he said. It was the only thing he could think of.

"Hi," she replied not even giving him a second look.

He wanted to make sure they had enough time to talk as he pressed the 27 button. "Are you a fan of Tokio Hotel?"

"Were listening to my phone call?" she asked back.

"Uh… I guess you just got my attention when you mentioned the name."



Natalie shrugged, "Makes sense. My name's Natalie," she said as she held out her hand.

"Tom," he said taking her hand.

"I know."

He honestly didn't think that a fan could ever act that calm around him. She was probably about around his age. "So you staying ins towns for long?"

"Umm… yeah, leaving Thursday. You know, you have better English than the people online give you credit for. Impressive."

"Ja. Thanks."

It was strange. Someone who sat front row at two of their concerts in a row could act so calm when she was in the same six by four foot space as him.

"Well, I've got to be on my way. Goodbye," she said as she walked out the elevator.

"Yeah. Vait!" But the doors already shut. He kneeled to the ground where he saw a small section of a newspaper had fallen out of her duffel bag. He picked it up and saw a poster advertisement for Prom Night along with some timings. One thirty, four, six thirty-

Six thirty was circled three times.