The first day rehearsing was a mess, clothing, shoes, accessories and what not were scattered all backstage. Emilene was running back and forth not only acting as the photographers assistant, but also helping with fashion, coordinating the models for hairstyles and makeup. By eight in the evening, she was spent, not all of the Coke she was drinking was keeping her awake.

The experience was exhilarating though; she met with amazing designers and received very good life experience from other top photographers. Although the day was hectic, it was very satisfying also.

She ran to the bathroom and sat in an empty stall to just have five minutes to herself. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and saw several text messages. A few were from Bill congratulating her on her promotion and giving her luck. Michelle and Ian both sent their love in a message from Michelle's phone. Lastly was a message from Tom. There was a photo of two small children at a park; there was a little boy handing a little girl a lollipop. Below the photo, Tom typed in a smiley face.

I was use to pushing boys in the mud or receiving bugs, never a lollipop. :) – Emma

Ignoring the throbbing of her feet and the groans of her empty stomach, she left the bathroom and made her way back the chaos. Now, they were going to run through the show and Rico was going down the list of attendees and who Emilene must take photos of and who she must not. He also stated that she must not talk to the guest unless they talk to her, since they are there to view the clothing and not photographers. Together, they ran through a mock demonstration and practice using their ear buds. It was overwhelming and Emilene was beginning to doubt herself and her abilities. But the show was tomorrow and she knew that she must stay positive.

Emilene started to pack up by one in the morning. Thirteen hours she spent rehearsing and helping out when needed. By now she was positive half of the backstage could hear her stomach growling.

I could go for a huge, juicy burger with a big pile of greasy fries.

She wiped her mouth believing that she was starting to drool as she was walking outside. The air was different in Europe; it was crisp and had an earthy smell to it. She took in several deep breaths before she made her way back to her hotel. The nightlife was amazing, strings of lights hung from tree to tree on the sidewalks, soft music poured out of restaurants' and little shops. Laughter from all around soothed her soul and she realized that she missed him. It hasn't even been a day and she missed his touch, smell and the deep sound of his voice.

The aroma of fried food shook her from her thoughts. She turned and entered the small pub in front of her. It was dark inside, but she welcomed it, she could relax and not have to worry about making a mess when she ate her food. She made her way to a corner booth by the front window. A young girl of about sixteen came and took her order, within a few minutes the delicious feast was in front of her.

Emilene wasted no time, in five minutes she had finished off her pub burger, large order of fries and two glasses of soda. The waitress looked at her funny when she cleaned up her plates, and Emilene couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

Her walk was only a few blocks from the venue, by now her whole body was throbbing. Once in her room, she made her way over to her bed and fell onto the soft down comforter. It felt like she was floating on air, her body began to tingle. She grabbed her purse from the floor and grabbed a couple aspirins. She was use to sitting in a chair all day, not being on her feet moving around, having people requesting her help from all angles. In a way she was happy that it was going to be over in a day, but she was also sad because she would be leaving for the States two days after the event.

Could I be happy in a relationship with someone like Tom? Would I be able to withstand months apart? They say being apart makes the heart grow fonder, but couldn't it also break us apart? Who's to say that someone else couldn't walk into the picture for either of us? Can I believe that Tom won't hook up with groupies, or remain faithful in that matter? Why am I even stressing over this, its not like it's serious. Now I am just fooling myself, I can't get him out of my head, when I am with him I turn into putty.

Emilene tugged at the charm around her neck.

I believe he is serious and wants to see something come out of this. But I also believe there is something holding him back… that look of loneliness in his eye is always there.

"I am just not good at this type of thing!" she screamed.

Hastily, Emilene grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face. She let out a much need muffled scream.

"So why didn't you tell me that you were going to buy her something?" Bill asked.

Tom let out a sigh, he didn't like keeping things from Bill and seeing the hurt in his eyes made him feel worse.

"I got it when the three of us were out the day before. It was when the two of you went crazy over some pair of black boots…"

"Oh yeah! Those boots looked fantastic on me, but Emma looked better with them on. They really complement her body shape."

"Bill you have a million pairs of boots, you don't need anymore! Now back to what I was saying…"

"Never! Different styles complement different outfits and I have to be able to mix and match!" Bill replied dryly while shaking his head.

"While you two crazy people were obsessing about shoes, I saw a little jewelry store. I was thinking of getting a new watch, but the necklace caught my eye."

Mhhmmm… and because you, Tom Kaulitz are now in love. Such a shame, I thought I would be the first to find love."

"Yeah. I just never felt anything like this before Bill. I mean I had… butterflies! Or at least I think so, I could have had an upset stomach from something Georg tried to cook up."

Bill could sense the longing from Tom for Emma. He saw the way Tom looked at her, the sparkle whenever her name was spoken. Tom had become completely smitten for the girl, and for as reserved he was on the subject of love, this was a whole new side of him that Bill has not yet seen.

"Do you think you can give up your image as 'Tom the Womanizer'?"

Tom didn't really think things through since the incident with Bridgett. Emma would be leaving to go back to the States any day, while the band would be touring for the next several months. Could he really resist temptation? The fan girls really did know how to make him forget reality. It was a decision he had to make, and make soon.

"Only time can tell Bill."

Across from where they were sitting were two small children; a little boy and a little girl. The girl was playing in the sandbox when the little boy approached, handing the little girl a lollipop.

Before he knew it, Tom had taken a photo of the two children and sent it in a text message to Emma. He put his phone back in his pocket and leaned his back on the bench he was sitting on. Slowly he began to inhale the air and play with his lip ring, he had some tough decisions to make. Was falling for someone this hard and complicated?

"Yes" Bill said, still watching the little kids a few yards in front of them.

"I wish it wasn't Bill."

"Not everything is easy in life Tom, eventually you were going to learn that. I am here if you need to talk or someone to listen Tom."

The twins both stood up from the park bench and made their way back to the hotel. It was nice to get out and enjoy the world, so often they were cooped up in hotels or in the studio. It was nice to feel normal, even for a few moments.

As they were walking Tom pulled out his phone, this time he went through his address book and started to delete the numbers of the girls he saved. Afterwards it felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders. His phone buzzed, and he saw Emma's response to his text.

I never knew that I could become attached to someone like this. When I can't see her its as if my days just drag by, the sound of her voice warms my soul and the images of her in my head keep a smile on my face.

"I love her Bill."

Bill stopped walking and kept his back at Tom. He knew Tom was infatuated with Emma, but in love? Love was not something to joke about or toy with; it's not a word that can easily be taken back. He closed his eyes and let out a small groan, he fought back tears that were beginning to overcome his eyes. Several more small breathes through his nose and he was able to compose himself. When he opened his eyes back up Tom was standing directly in front of him with a worried look on his face.

"I'm sorry Bill…"

"No, I'm sorry Tom, I am caught up with finding love that I should be happy for you Tom and I am." Bill replied with a smile.

"Now I need to teach you on how to treat a woman properly Tom. You must heed my advice and take good care of her!"