Ambers POV

I'm not that much of a patient person, I really never have been. I'm especially not patient with people unless I'm paid to be or I really want to be. My mom used to tell me never to have children. Mainly because I could barely handle Adam, my little brother but also because she wants me to be a virgin my whole life. Oh parents... I thought. My patient was then tested when I pulled into the parking deck and could see the line to the concert. I was two and a half hours early but already the line to the venue was a couple blocks long. I grabbed my purse, and locked my car as fast as possible. I basically jogged to the long line, just to make sure not to many people got there first. I finally got to the line, just behind a group of twelve year old girls all dressed like Bill Kaulitz. I had to say, It looked like some wild animal attacked their hair. One of the girls had have of her hair already deflated and going back to curls instead of pin point straight like the other side. I decided to stick to looking like myself for the concert. Wearing my usual red ripped skinny jeans, studded belt, Tokio hotel T-shirt, an assortment of bracelets and of course my converse. After a couple of minutes of waiting in line, a couple very preppy looking girls joined in behind me. They looked about 16, maybe 17 and their amount of pink was blinding. For about half an hour, all they talking about was how hot Tom Kaulitz is. I truly wanted to turn around and tell them to shut the fuck up, I can really only take so much of their annoying high pitched voices. The only thing I hated more than the ear piercing squeals and laughs the made, was the fact that every other word they said was 'Like'. I felt a bit weird coming to a concert by myself but there was no way I was giving up this opportunity. After awhile, the girls annoying voices turned into whispers and snickers. I turned around to see what they were doing and they immediately got quiet and looked away. It was pretty obvious that they were talking about me, I've gotten pretty used to it over the years. But seriously, Why here? Tokio Hotel attracts quite a large number of 'alternative' people. Twenty feet ahead of my in line was a guy in platform boots, wearing chains on his pants. Along with a girl with rainbow hair and red eye contacts. This was not the place for them to be judgmental, if maybe they looked around then they would realize that. Of course, they were to stupid to do so and the whispers continued. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girls pushing the more dominant looking one forward and pointing at me as they did this. I'm usually a nice person, I don't talk back, I'm always polite, and I rarely insult people. But when it comes to strangers, sorry, stupid teenage strangers that think they are better than everyone else. Then I can be a pretty terrible person, by just freely saying whats on my mind. The girl that was being pushed by her friends, tapped lightly on my shoulder. I turned around to look at the barbie clone with badly teased bleached hair.

"So um, like, me and like my friends were wondering. Like, why you like dress like that?" She said flashing me a blinding white smile, obviously somebody daddy has a lot of money. But seriously, learn some more vocabulary.

"I don't know, why do you dress like fucking pink barbie threw up on you?" Her friends gasped and looked disgusted at what I had said, she just tried to remain calm like nothing happened.

"It's called fashion," She emphasized the last word and looked rather please with her self for her come back.

"No honey, Maybe if a drag queen wore it then it would be fashion. When you wear it, its just plain hideous and stupid." Her fake white smile turned to a frown at my remark.

"Well...um... like you're like ugly. Yeah! You're really ugly!" She yelled, causing the group of twelve year old's to turn and watch.

"Ok, whatever I'm ugly," This comment made her bright pink lips turn back into a smile, "But I can change that, and At least I'm not stupid like you. I'm not a stupid, ignorant little whore who has nothing better to do with her time than make fun of everyone else's flaws because she cant come to terms with her own. At least I'm not a barbie clone who relies on all of Daddy's precious money for teeth whitenings, hair dye and boob jobs. Oh and thank god I'm not a little bitch who uses the word like, every other fucking word! So grow the fuck up and take your fake ass somewhere else." Seconds after I finished, I heard the group of twelve year old girls start clapping. The barbie clone in front of me looked as if steam was about to shoot from her ears like in old cartoons. I didn't dare move my gaze, just kept glaring at her not moving a muscle. Finally she looked scared, grabbed one of her friends hands and started walking away.

"Come on girls, lets get away from this bitch." She yelled 'Bitch' to make sure I heard her.

"At least I'm not a whore!" I yelled at her as they left. Turning back around, with a smile on my face I was glad to see that the line was just starting to move. Another hour past until I was finally to the front, handing in my ticket I rushed in to make sure I got a good spot. Already the front was packed but since it was a standing concert, I had a chance to move up when people were dancing and jumping. Half an hour later, every one was packed into the small venue, It was getting rather uncomfortable having so many strangers pressed up against you, all fighting for a good spot. Everyone stopped moving and talking the second the lights went off. A bright multicolored spot light shined on stage, and from behind the curtain, out stepped the beautiful thing that is Bill Kaulitz. No one could hold in their excitement so out came the screams. I felt like I could die of happiness when the first song they played was 'Human Connect To Human'. Later on they played Monsoon, Don't Jump, Dark side of the sun and a couple I had never heard before or just didn't recognize. The concert was amazing, I sang along to every song I couldn't and Bill even pointed at me during one of the songs. Well I like to think he did, he could always have been looking at one of the pretty blondes next to me. Each time they hit the drums it felt like it was shaking my whole body, as if the music was coming from me and not fifteen feet away on stage. In my opinion, its was of the best feelings you could ever experience. Despite everyone telling them to do more songs, the concert sadly had to end. Right before walking off stage, Bill announced he will be doing a signing in the back parking lot of the venue, near the tour buses. I started inching my way toward the door, in order to make sure I got a good spot in line. I noticed a couple other people doing the same and the second he left the stage, people were rushing toward the door. Lucky for me, I made it there first, avoiding being trampled. I started jogging toward the other side of the building once I was outside. But already there were at least forty people in line, but still it could be worse. One of the staff members for the venue, said he would be out, along with Tom, in about half an hour. I assumed it would take about half an hour to an hour just to get to the front of the line was they were there. It was already 9:00 and rather dark outside, the car ride back would take an hour and half so basically work in the morning is going to suck. But I just know its going to be worth it. After forty minutes of me checking the time every thirty seconds, Bill and Tom appeared out of the shadows of the tour buses, armed with sharpies. Everyone screamed, except me, I wanted to keep calm so maybe I would seem different compared to the other fans. Last time I did this, a couple years before, I ended up having a short conversation with the musician because I wasn't screaming and crying like everyone else. Eventually I made my way to the front, there were only two people in front of me. I gripped my picture of Bill that I had bought from a women passing by with hundreds of them, as we had been waiting. I noticed Bill was shaking his hand a bit, most likely from the pain of writing so much. He didn't even look at the people handing him things to sign, maybe he was just tired or having a rough day. Finally the guy in front of my left and Bill was directly in front of me, sitting at the table looking as cute as ever. I handed him the picture, but he paused before signing it. Just like he did with everyone else, he asked me the same question.

"What's your name?" Just his voice brought a smile to my face.

"Amber," I said as calmly as I possibly could.

"To Amber, with love, Bill Kaulitz." He read aloud as he wrote, if he didn't say what he wrote them I never would have knew. His writing was messy and looked like a bunch of random lines except for the perfect cursive "Bill". Of course that would be the only elligable thing, he has to write it maybe fifty times a day.

"Thanks," I said with my cutest smile. He finally looked up as he handed me the picture, just as he looked at me his face broke out in a grin.

Bill's POV

Wow, just wow. It was the only word that came to mind when I saw this girl. I have to say, this girl was gorgeous. She wasn't super model thin, perfect complexion and features, she didn't wear designer brands and didn't look like she came straight out of a magazine. She was real, and to me that was the best thing any girl could be. All the other girls I had seen today, and just about every tour. Looked like clones, they all dressed the same, looked the same and even sometimes acted the same. Any girl who didn't look like this, was crying or screaming my name which is not one of the things I want in a girlfriend. This girl...Amber I think, was just plain beautiful.

"My pleasure," I replied as I handed her the photo of myself. It was true, it was indeed my please to have such a girl standing in front of me. She took the photo from me with her delicate hands that brushed up against mine, giving me goose bumps. I tried my best to get rid of the stupid grin on my face, despite my effort it was still there. She smiled adorably back and started to walk off. I caught her take a quick look back as she walked. I couldn't help but stare after her, with each step she took I lost my chance to say something to her. It was one of those moments when you just don't think about doing something you just do it. It could either turn out wonderfully or you end up just completely embarrassing yourself and wondering how you could have been so stupid. I didn't know what to say, how to explain my self or even just plain what to do. But suddenly I was standing, staring at an amazing girl only ten or so feet away from me.

"Wait!" I yelled, and quickly jogged over to her. She whipped around to face me, obviously surprised. Her mouth hung slightly open from astonishment, and her grip on the photo got tighter.

"Hi again...Um, Do you want to get coffee or something...with me?" I managed to ask. I thought she was going to scream, maybe cry. Just like all the other fans, maybe I had been wrong to ask her to hang out. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck with a crying fan for an hour.

"Yeah, that would be nice," She said rather calmly and with a sweet smile. I broke out in yet another stupid grin, over joyed by her response.

"Really? awesome, ok," I said sounding like I was fan. "Can you meet me back here, in half an hour?"

"Yeah, gives me just enough time to put this in my car," She motioned toward the photo.

"So, I'll see you then." She nodded her head in reply and gave me a small wave as she headed back toward where she was originally going. I caught her looking back a couple times with a huge smile on her face. I returned back to my seat next to Tom, quite a lot of the fans looked rather pissed.

"Gute arbeit, Bruder" Tom said next to me, while nudging my arm with his elbow. I went through the autographs as fast as possible, so I could be done on time. The anticipation was killing me.

Hope you liked it! and this one was actually a very long chapter, took me quite awhile. Just so you know "Gute Arbeit, Bruder" means "Good job, brother" Of course I am not an expert on german (I am planning to learn it however) so i relied on google translator for this. If it is wrong, feel free to correct me in either a review or a private message. Thanks for reading!