Chapter 11 – The Concert
Tom POV:
We had a concert today. I wondered if Kari would show up after what happened yesterday.
Kari POV:
I didn't tell anyone about what happened yesterday and I also didn't want to go to the concert. I told the girls that I didn't want to go because I felt sick, but they didn't buy it. They were a bit suspicious, but they didn't saying anything. I was forced to go anyway.
I totally wasn't into the mood of dressing up so I just put on all black: black shirt, black jeans, black jacket, so I wouldn't look noticeable.
I felt so out of place right now, and my feelings were all mixed up. I told Taylor that I was sorry, but I wanted to go home tomorrow, and I didn't want to travel anymore. She was understanding, and Julia and Jaymie also agreed that it would be alright if we just spent the next two weeks back in the U.S. with our families. It would be nice to be back in Fresno before we moved to Sacramento near our college.
"Kari, why are you so gloomy? It's the day of the concert. Shouldn't you be happy about seeing Tom perform?" Julia said.
My heart ached at sound of his name. "I just want you guys to enjoy the last day here in Germany. I'll tell you guys maybe later." Julia's head tilted to the side with a questioning look on her face. "Later," I repeated. We dropped the subject.
Inside the building, we found our seats in front of the stage. Shortly, the lights went off and turned on again with Bill on the stage. He began singing 'Monsoon' with an accompany of the guitar, bass, and drums. I tried not to look at him, and focus on Bill.
Running through the monsoon,
Beyond the world,
To the end of time,
Where the rain won't hurt.
Fighting the storm,
Into the blue,
And when I lose myself I think of you.
Together we'll be running somewhere new,
And nothing can hold me back from you
Through the monsoon
Through the monsoon
Just me and you
Through the monsoon
Just me and you!
Then the next couple songs came on and before I knew it, the concert was over. Next were the backstage passes. The girls dragged me to the dressing room where Tokio Hotel was at. Almost immediately, everyone was talking to each other except for me and…Tom. It got really boring until Bill came up to me and started talking to me.
"Hey Kari. So how'd you like the concert?"
I tried to sound enthusiastic, "It was great! You were awesome up there." I said it with a little laugh at the end, but it didn't sound believable.
"Is something wrong?" He asked concerned.
"No. Nothing." Bill looked over at Tom and looked at me again. Just then, another group of girls who won meet-n-greet passes came in and started screaming. There were three of them, two went to talk to Tom and one came over to Bill and me. She wanted to talk to Bill; I assumed so I gave him a smile and slowly walked away from them.
I decided to get some fresh air because it was kind of hot inside. I found my way to the balcony and noticed all the beautiful, shining stars above. Then I looked down below where the ground was at. There was a couple holding hands. The guy stopped then turned to the girl. He moved closer to her until they kissed. I couldn't help but smile, but inside, the aching began again. I closed my eyes and found it relaxing. I imagined going home tomorrow, and seeing my new little niece. Nostalgia crept up.
It became a little chilly outside so my arms had to do for now, since I didn't bring my sweater.
Then, for some reason 'Don't Jump' was stuck in my head. I started singing it quietly, "I scream into the night for you, don't make it true, don't jump. The lights will not guide you through, they're deceiving you, don't jump. Don't let memories go, of me and you. The world is down there out of view, please don't jump, don't jump. And if all that can't hold you back then―"
"I'll jump for you." A voice finished. It was too low to be Bill. I turned around. It was Tom.
"Aren't you cold up here?" He asked.
I dropped my arms almost immediately. "No." I didn't want to see his face so I made my way to the door that led down to the main floor. "Bye." I said. It would be the last time I talked to Tom. Just to make him feel better, I said one last thing. "It was my fault."
Downstairs, I gave Bill, Gustav, and Georg each a big hug and told them that I would miss them.
Jaymie, Julia, Taylor, and I went back to our suites and prepared to leave the next morning.