(English regularly spoken)

Tom glared at the ceiling because the song he was playing didn't take too much concentration. He creaked his neck tiredly and shook his head to keep himself awake. Natalie raced through his mind while he tried to figure out what possible excuse she had for her actions.

He looked back at the crowd and saw the green eyes. The same green eyes that could stay calm throughout almost anything. Tom dropped his jaw when they finally made eye contact. She gave him a small wave and continued to bob her head lightly along with the music. Tom wanted to wave back and almost did; luckily he remembered what would be the consequences.

Three concerts in a row. It was officially true; she was following them. But still, it didn't make any sense.

The song ended, but instead of relaxing in the greenroom with the other guys he grabbed some shades and went out to look for Natalie.

When he got out there he realized that there was no point. The crowd was too big and because she could only be seen from behind, she was too identical to too many other girls. Tom let out a sigh and turned back awaiting the comments his fellow band members will make.

Suddenly his feet had become more interesting as he walked down the hall. He took off the sunglasses and bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going next time!" Tom shouted in frustration. He realized that the other person had collapsed on the ground.

His eyes rolled and his hand dropped to help the person up.

"Sorry," she said. It was Natalie. "I guess I wasn't focused."

She picked up a pink RAZR off the ground and put it in her small black purse.

"Natalie?"

"Yes, why?"

He widened his eyes. "Vhy? Okay, that's it!" Tom grabbed her by the wrist into an empty greenroom. "You attend three concerts in a row, not to mention you sit in the front, then we go see a movie together and you say nothing! I don't think that's something to 'why' about!"

Her eyes widened in confusion. "I'm sorry have I upset you somehow?"

Tom finally realized that he had yelled in German and that she had no idea what he was saying. "No. It's just… I just need to know who you are."



She blew the hair away from her face as she re-perked her face. "Didn't we do this already?" Natalie extended her hand. "Hi! I'm Natalie!"

"No! I need to know why you are attending everyone of my concerts."

She dropped her hand and looked at him suspiciously. "Because I'm a fan, duh."

He was ticked. "Well you're a strange one at that. You barely care vhen ve are in the same elevator together or vhen ve go to a movie together."

"Should I?"

"Compared to all of the other screaming, hormonally raged girls… yeah, you should."

She shook her head. "I believe that actors, singers, and other entertainers should be treated with respect. They are able communicate with people with their artistic talents on a level that most can't."

Tom felt his eyebrow rise as he comprehended what she had said. "Vhere did you hear that?"

"Internet," she replied emotionless. "It's what I believe though. Something we all believe in."

"Who? You're freaky band chasing cult?"

Natalie's face grew with disgust. "No, my religion."

"Oh…"

She walked away as Tom started to feel a slight built guilty. "Natalie, I'm sorry."

She stopped but didn't turn around. "It's okay. I'll be on my way."

"Can I ask you just one more question?"

"Sure…" she sighed.

"Can I have your number?"

That got her attention. "What? Your- what the hell are you trying?"

Tom walked towards her slowly and scratched his head nervously. "I don't know. You're just different than most girls. I just think we should talk."

" 'Kay, fine." He pulled out an old Sharpie he had and found and an old piece of paper. Tom quickly gave it to her and she scribbled her ten digits down quickly.

When she was done she handed it back to him and walked down the hall.

OoOoO



(German regularly spoken)

"So Tom's got a date… whee" Laurie said sarcastically. "I honestly don't see the big deal."

Tom, Bill, and Laurie were in the hotel room as she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. "You get dates all the time," Bill added, "what's so special about her?"

"I don't know. I'm not even so sure I should call her."

"Pfft," went Laurie. "You spent all this time looking for her and you're going to stand her up. Doesn't sound very fair on her part.

"Yeah," he took of his cap, "You're right. I guess I'll call tomorrow; hopefully she'll still be in town. Let's hope she didn't already make her way to Vegas."

"Well try not to think too hard, we can't have you hurting yourself. We have another show in two days at the Capitol venue," Laurie said getting into her bed sheets.

OoOoO

Tom couldn't say whether or not Natalie was still in LA. She never picked up her phone whenever he called her.

He grabbed his guitar and walked up onstage. He looked into the crowd and immediately saw Natalie. The look she gave him was casual, nothing special. Something about this girl intrigued him. She was just so… different.

The concert went well, nothing exceptionally different than usual. Well, except that Tom couldn't help but keep looking at Natalie every few seconds.

When the show ended he immediately marched backstage and tried to call her again. He was starting to go crazy as he heard her pickup.

(English is spoken)

"Natalie here, who is this?"

"Natalie! It's me To-" but he was cut off.

"I'm sorry, it's too noisy here right now. I'm at a Tokio Hotel concert and…"

Tom had a hard time understanding what she was saying.

"Call you… sorry… five minutes…" she hung up. Tom hoped what he heard meant that she was going to call him back soon. He unflipped his phone and shoved it in his pocket as he walked into the greenroom.

"Hey, Tom" Laurie said. She sat next to Bill with her head resting on her chest. "Are you okay?"



"Yes."

Lass uns hier raus

Wir wollen da rein-

He pulled out his phone excitingly. "Natalie?" he looked at the phone and realized it was definitely her by his caller ID.

"Yeah, so why'd you want to call me?"

"Umm…" he couldn't think of what to answer, so he went to the most basic question anyone would think of right there. "I just wanted to know if you'd like to go out sometime."

"Slick huh?" Laurie asked laughing.