A/N: Hey you guys, sorry for the long wait D: I had isssues with this chapie, oddly enough. LOL. So. This is last chapter in my point of view. I know that I hate re-reading stuff in another POV but it was neccessary to get my feelings across. and the POV may be switching some more in this story. Oh and I have a horribly long excuse for WHY I had issues but long story short I was an idiot and sprained my wrist. I really liked writing this once I finally sat down and typed though, and I hope you guys enjoyyyyyy it :D
Disclaimer: Wahhhhhhh. I dont own the boys of Tokio Hotel..
Cassadi's POV
Hey ya'll… I'm Cassadi Cheri DeWhitt (A/N: NOT MY REAL MIDDLE OR LAST NAME.), interviewer for Seventeen magazine. Today may just be the greatest day of my life because I received the opportunity to interview Gustav Schafer, of Tokio Hotel, aka my favorite band of all time!!!!!! Maybe I shouldn't have had coffee before I came…
Now most people would be disappointed they don't get to interview one of the twins or Georg, and it's not like I don't love them or anything, but I have had a huge crush on Gustav since Tokio Hotel's first album in like 2005, when I was thirteen. And, yeah, there's an age difference but it's not like Paul Walker and his wife, who are nearly sixteen years apart!
Gustav is quiet and cute and funny and so many other things that the others aren't. Bill is loud and hilarious and would probably be my best friend if we ever hung out, but I'm not into being the center of attention. And then Tom is totally gorgeous, but a complete player. He's referred to as Germany's Playboy for Bill's sake!!! (Oh yeah, I say things like for Bill's sake… I'm really random XD) Besides, Wendi called him when we were still trying to translate their German songs. And then Georg… I have never really found him attractive because my friend, Amanda, who introduced Wendi and me to the band, is like literally perfect for him. We made a list one time and they have 34 things in common.
A true, but horribly embarrassing story, is that Wendi, Amanda, and I have been planning our wedding to the boys since like 2007. It was going to be a triple wedding, and Bill was our flower girl. I designed all of our dresses and everything. It was perfect. All we had to do was meet them. Which we even had planned out as well; Wendi had been writing songs since she was like nine and her mom was going to take her to a record company to get signed and all but then she broke her arm in a car accident when she was fifteen and couldn't play guitar anymore. Amanda was destined to be a world renowned photographer by the time she was eighteen, but when she got rejected from the one and only photography school she wanted to go to, she just gave up.
I was a completely different story. I had no idea how I was going to become famous, just that I was going to be. Finally I decided to try modeling, and was really good at it. Then my dad forced me to stop… To this day he won't tell me why.
After our dreams fell apart, Wendi, Amanda, and I decided to apply to Seventeen, figuring maybe we'd still get a chance, if fate was on our side.
Hmm. I wonder where Gustav is….our interview was scheduled for ten minutes ago…
Suddenly the door flew open, and I felt completely embarrassed because I was wearing one of his hats!!!
"Um. Hello?" Gustav said in his perfect voice.
I didn't know what to say, I had never been star struck before. Then again I never met the guy that's name is doodled all over my Jr. High notebooks…
"Oh! Sorry! Hi!" I managed to blurt out. Compared to his, my voice sounded so average.
He starred at me for a minute, probably trying to figure out why an ugly American teenager was in his dressing room trying on his lucky hat.
"Uh… I'm Gustav." He told me, his tone sounded strained, like he didn't know what to say.
"I know." I giggled, I think every teen girl knew who he was. "I'm Cassadi, from Seventeen magazine?" I really hope someone told him I was coming otherwise this is a very awkward turtle situation…
"Oh right! Of course! Sorry to keep you waiting." Realization overcame his face.
"No biggie. I entertained myself." I laughed and pointed to his now messy collection of baseball caps.
He laughed along with me. Then we both were silent for a moment, so I decided to start my reason for being there.
"So… should we start?" I said awkwardly. I was meeting the man of my dreams, and THAT'S the best I could think of?! I'm such a noob.
"Um. Sure, but first, how bout we make a deal?" He asked me, making my heart stop at the adorable-ness of his voice.
"What kind of deal?" I inquired. Then I constricted my eyes in a joking way, trying my best to flirt without being completely obvious.
"Any question you ask me, you have to answer as well." He explained. I had absolutely no idea why he would want to know anything about me, let alone all the questions I had to ask him. He was an international musician, I was a working class girl that shared an apartment with her two best friends.
"Seems easy enough." I complied, and stuck out my pinky for him.
He just starred at me like a had just shown him my fourth ear.
"I pinky swear?" I said, wondering why he was so confused. Then it clicked. "Don't tell me you've never pinky sworn!!" I gasped. I don't think I had ever met anyone that hadn't pinky sworn before.
"I haven't. What is it?"
"Well. It's like a normal swear, but you interlock your pinkies. Most people stop doing it when they're like eight, but I never did. Oh and my rule is that if you break the swear, the other person gets to cut off your pinky." I told him, and I immediately felt the blood rush to my cheeks. Did I seriously just explain my insane, twisted, 8-year old version of a promise to the guy that I planned my wedding to?!
"Hmm. Ever take anybody up on that?" Gustav inquired.
"Nope. People are too afraid to be the first." I smiled at the fact that the one time my friend almost broke one of my unorthodox swears, he shouted 'NO I NEED MY PINKY!!' to the whole freshman English class.
"Okay." He agreed, and stuck out his pinky for me. I intertwined mine with his, and suddenly a shock of electricity ran through my arm all the way to my heart. Just that little casual touch made my heart skip a beat and make me catch my breath.
"Right. Umm. So where were we?" I asked him, still short of air.
"First question." He reminded me simply.
"Of course. So. What is your life motto?"
"Haupstache alles geht scief." He told me in his native tongue. "Or –"
I cut him off. I knew what it meant, thanks to my summer in Germany with Amanda and Wendi the same year we heard of Tokio Hotel. "As long as everything goes wrong." I translated.
"You speak German?" He asked me shocked.
"Just a couple of phrases, my friend taught me when we went there for her thirteenth birthday." I clarified.
"And your motto…?" He prodded.
"Leben sie jede Sekunde." I answered without thinking. I always said that in German for some unknown reason, I guess now it actually wasn't a problem.
"Live every second…" Gustav sang the chorus to my favorite song of theirs. It made my heart melt. I forgot what an amazing voice he had; I hadn't heard it since the Scream tour when Bill had his surgery and couldn't sing.
"So. Best friends ever?"
"Bill, Tom, and Georg. Yours?"
"Wendi and Amanda. Favorite band?" I asked, we had begun flowing really nicely. It felt right.
"Metallica. How are you keeping track of the answers?" Oh, right, I didn't mention the recording device I had in my pocket that I turned on right before he walked in.
"Oh." I said, and pulled the device out of the pocket of my skinny jeans.
"Ah." He understood. "And your favorite group." I cursed quietly under my breath. I can't lie to the man of my dreams, but there's no way I could admit to him that he was a member of my favorite band…
"Oh don't tell me it's someone awful like Brittany Spears or the Backstreet Boys?" He asked me, faking his horror.
"No no… I'm positive you like them, it's just horrifying to admit to you." I told him honestly, again feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks. How is it possible that one guy can make me blush this much?!?!?!
"We made a deal. Now how do you think your pinky is gonna react to the news?" Gustav asked me. At least he understood my insane juvenile game, but he made me laugh. I hated when I laughed too much, because it gave me the hiccups. And as I was hiccupping, Gustav started to laugh, making me laugh again.
"Stop laughing!" I managed to squeal. He just looked at me confused.
"Sorry but when other people start laughing it makes me laugh." I explained to Mr. Perfect.
"No problem. So, favorite band?" He brought it up again. Okay…just say it…maybe he'll think it's cute that you used to finish every letter/email/wall post with "xoxo, Cassadi Schafer" or maybe he'll think you are a weirdo and he'll never want to see you again… oh great now I'm arguing with myself!!!!
"Tokio Hotel." I managed to say aloud. He looked bewildered.
"You're joking." I shook my head no. "Then why would you wear a t-shirt for Hey Monday to interview me?" He questioned me.
"Amanda said I would look like a noob." I said simply, I mean who would actually do that? I'd feel like such a dork if I had done that.
"A noob?" Gustav asked me confused. Oh right, I forgot that no one really knew what a noob was except the Winsome Threesome…
"It's her made up word for dork, loser, geek, etc."
"Ah. Well, I think you would have looked beautiful in it." He told me. For what felt like the trillionth time today, I could feel my face blushing. I didn't think Gustav could be that forward, it seemed more Tom's style, so it was utterly unexpected.
"Let's get back to the interview… uh… celebrity crush?" I returned to the topic.
"Don't have one." He said. Every guy had a celebrity crush, or at least a girl they wanted to have sex with.
"Come on, you have to like somebody."
He thought for a moment, then started talking. "Well, there was this one girl I looked at a picture of in an American fashion magazine for some store called Rue21, but I don't know her name or anything." That intrigued me. Rue21 was my one and only campaign that I modeled for. Maybe. No. No way would Gustav freaking Schafer like me from a dumb add I did two years ago, but it was worth a shot…
"How long ago was that?" I decided to try.
"Maybe two years?" He phrased it like a question more than a statement. Okay….another coincidence. I'm sure Rue21 did dozens of campaigns that year…
"Was she wearing a denim skirt with hot pink legging and a purple cut off belly-button shirt?" I had to know.
"Um. Ya. Actually she was. How'd you know?" Holy muffins… (yeah, I said I say weird things.)
"Because. I loved that shirt so much I asked to steal it from them!" I squeaked. I couldn't believe Gustav had a celebrity crush on me! Ah!
"No way." He said, his tone disbelieving. "So, wait, I'm getting interviewed by a celebrity?" He sounded impressed. Oh joyous now I'd have to explain my life tragedy…
"Far from it. My dad made me stop modeling a little after that, so I work at my favorite magazine and get to work with celebrities everyday." I explained in simple terms.
"Oh. And your celebrity crush, miss model?" He joked. Man he was really cute...
"Um, I don't think my editor will like me answering all these questions, let's just stick to you." I said, dodging the question.
"No, no, no. Pinky won't like being decapitated now will he?" He joked again. Cute and funny…he is so amazing.
"Really, Gustav? You're going to make me answer?" I used my signature puppy dog pout that used to get me anything I wanted when I was little.
"Or you could just let me ask some questions about him?" He suggested, and the puppy dog pout prevails!!
"Shoot." I agreed.
"What is he famous for?"
"Music." I told him.
"Rock, pop, alternative?" He tried to narrow down the genre.
"My iTunes says they're pop, but I consider them Alternative Rock."
"Was he born in or out of the country?" He asked…of course… I had to answer…
"Out of…" I enlightened him, attempting to be aloof about what precise country.
"Will you tell me what country?" He prodded, and smirked. Ah, I could not say no to that adorable grin of his.
"Germany." I caved. Gosh this has got to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. He's going to get so freaked out that he's my celebrity crush and he's going to ask me to leave…
"Lemme guess." He suggested. Ugh. Fml…. He knows. He knows… was all I could think. "Bill." He guessed.
"EW!!!!!" I fake gagged. Me? Have a crush on Bill?! Even the thought made me grossed out. Sure Bill was funny and cool and all, but he wasn't Gusti.
"Well what other German musicians are there?" Dude, he still didn't know…
"Hmm. He plays the drums?" I gave him another hint, and if that didn't give it away the only other idea I could think of was to spell his name out using his baseball caps!
His face gave it away. He knew for real this time. I was horrified that I could be so blunt, and I really just wanted to get out of there.
"Sorry, I knew I should have asked my boss to send Wendi. I'll get out of your hair now…" I told the man of my dreams while fighting back tears.
"No!" Gustav screamed, and grabbed my arm. He pulled me towards him, and must have underestimated his strength because he dragged me only inches away from him.
We couldn't take our eyes off each other. It's like they were locked in one position, facing the other's. Slowly but surely of faces moved closer together, and when our lips were almost touching, Germany's playboy himself came in yelling.
"Gustav!!! We're gonna try rehearsing again!!!" Why was he screaming? I was surprised that he yelled in English though, considering I heard they almost never spoke in anything but their native tongue.
We both jumped back at the prescience of another person. Then Tom got a strange expression that looked like he was trying to be seductive.
"Oh oh. Who do we have here? And I thought little Klaus would never get a groupie…" Tom Kaulitz… I wanted to slap him. I had heard he could be somewhat of a jerk, but I didn't think that he made such snap judgments about people. I still loved him and all, but like really, could I be taken as a groupie?
"She's not a groupie." Gustav snapped at him, making me smile inside.
"Um. Sorry. I'm Cassadi from Seventeen magazine. I was just interviewing Gustav for September's issue." I clarified, or tried to, that there was nothing inappropriate going on…not yet anyway.
"Is that was the kids are calling it these days? Interviewing?" He did those dorky air quotations around the word interviewing and for a second I had to wonder how he was the ladies man of the group.
"Tom. I'll be there in a minute. You can leave now." Gustav basically told him to get out in polite terms. Now that's my guy. Whoa. My guy? He didn't even like me like that…
I turned back to Gustav, feeling embarrassed. "I should let you go rehearse. Don't want you guys to mess up on account of me…"
"You could stay and watch you know…" He suggested, and my heart skipped another beat. Oh how much I desired to stay…
"Really?" Then I realized what a jerk my boss is, and that she needed the tape in less than an hour. "I'd love to but my boss is going to have my head if I don't bring the tape to her soon."
"Oh. Well are you going to any of our concerts here?"
"Of course, the one in Atlanta." I told him. The Winsome Threesome had bought the first three tickets to the concert and were planning on getting front row in the mosh pit.
"Come with me." He told me, and I followed. He walked to a door labeled Security and waltzed right in.
"John. I would like three backstage passes for the Atlanta concert, please." Gustav told the very large and intimidating man in the wheelie chair, while keeping his eyes on me.
John walked through a back door, leaving Gustav and me alone.
"Gustav. I couldn't accept these. And why three?"
"Yes, you could. I have to see you again. And one for you, Wendi, and Amanda." He stated simply. Maybe he did like me like that…
I smirked. "You know, you could at least try to be normal and just give me your cell phone number…"
"How bout we compromise?" He suggested.
"And how would we do that?"
"We do both." He smirked again, and I couldn't help but agree.
I rolled my eyes, stole a sharpie off John's desk, and wrote down the digits to my mobile phone on his arm.
A/N: Hope you guys think it's good :D reviewwwwwwww!!!!