Kydania
378. Where is room 378? I keep the number in mind as I scan over the hotel room numbers.
What I thought I had to go visit David's assistant for wasn't what I had originally expected. The organization and rechecking of our schedule was grueling. I used to think myself a damn good manager but Daniele proved me otherwise. Every detail had been set up and then had a backup plan. Then dealing with the whole Donavan fiasco took up even more time because it required David and Bill to join us in order to sort it out. Now with all this finished all I have left to do is for me to tell the girls the outcome and see if they would be willing to go along with the whole thing. Something tells me they won't like it but they will deal with it.
As the numbers get closer and closer to 378, I notice two figures sitting along the wall. They are talking in 'germanglish'.
"It's more like um…" one of the figures are waving their hands in a failing attempt to explain something to the other figure, "alone?"
The other figure gives an understanding squeak in response. Hearing the noise I realize it's Tom and Lydia. God knows I'm tired if I can't recognize my own best friend.
"Hey guys why are you still up?"
Lydia looks up at me with relief in her eyes, "Where the hell have you been?"
"I've been planning the last sic months of our careere."
"Next time leave me some kind of message. I was worried sick."
"Yes mom." I mock her. Tom tries to stifle a laugh, "If you don't see or hear from me in twelve hours that is when you should start to worry."
She sighs knowing the truth of my words. I have only gone missing once and since then I have always spoken to someone about where I am within twelve hours' time, just in case.
"Well ladies," Tom stands and claps his hands together, "I think you need some beeoooty sleep."
Lydia laughs, "The only one who needs beeoooty sleep is you pretty boy."
I try hard not to laugh at how Lydia mocks Tom's accent. He just glares at her before muttering something and walking off in the direction I assume to be his room.
"He's right though we should get to bed." Lydia smiles softly and heads to the door that has the metal plate numbers 378.
I remember the news I have for the girls and decide to schedule a meeting, "If you wake up before I do…"
"Breakfast meeting." She fills in the blank as I open the door with the credit card like key.
I nod in confirmation wanting to keep quiet so as to not wake up Megan and Tilly who are fast asleep, like Lydia and myself should have been hours ago. Lydia points to the bathroom indicating she has put my night cloths and facial products ready for me to use. She is always taking care of me, always knowing what I need, and always there. I think of all the other things she does for me because the action reminds me how she just knows me by my very nature. I do all this as I was up and get ready for bed and as I do I come to the conclusion that without Lydia I would not be who I am today.
Just as I am about to crawl into the fluffy confines of the queen size bed I notice Lydia sound asleep on her side of the shared bed. It has always been like this; me and her sharing a bed. Right where my head is supposed to lay is a black fuzzy teddy bear with a neon green t-shirt on from Build a Bear Workshop. Lydia and I made it on my 16th birthday. She helped me stuff it, wish my dreams in the heart, and then dress it. I can't sleep without it. It is, in a way, my link to my best friend while I'm asleep and secretly I think it keeps my nightmares at bay.
I finally crawl into bed next to Lydia clutching the bear. I'm just lucky to have people Like Lydia, Megan, and Tilly in my life. Without these girls, my family, I am nothing.
Lydia
Hushed voices; why is it I always wake up to hushed voices? Tilly and Megan speaking in hushed tones on how to wake me Kydania being all hush hush about some sort of interview I might get pissed about because it is last minute, and even my mother always talking in a hushed baby voice, to this day, on how cute I look when I sleep. It is getting really old.
"Gut ten morgen Lydia." I groan and mash Kyda's pillow over my face.
"Go away Tom!" I wonder if he can understand me through the pillow.
"Kydeenia."
"Kee-dah-nee-ah." I correct him.
"Kydahneeah," close but not quite right, "wants you to join everyone in the lobby for breakfast.
I just lie in the bed for a few minutes and process everything he said trying to figure out what didn't add up. I realize that there are still other hushed voices and none of them are familiar. I pull the pillow off my face.
"Tome who else is here?" I see the grin on his face and instantly feel that the situation I have found myself in can't be a good one.
He says something to a group of men and women on the other side of the room in German. I see hair brushes, clothing on hangers, and other beauty and appearance items. Great this must be part of what we need the meeting for. Why can't it wait till after breakfast? The only reason I can think of is an interview/photo shoot.
"What colors are the others wearing?" I say swinging my feet to the floor.
"Don't worry nothing will clash."
I laugh to myself. These people don't realize that our band has always had a certain look. This look is something of my own creation. Megan has a sheik tomboy look, Kydania has a very simple but formfitting grunge look, Till has a vintage modern style, and my style varies so that we all fit yet are still ourselves. In a way I am the bands appearance director….coordinator, or whatever you want to call it.
"What colors are the others wearing?" I try to sound nice without being a push over.
Tom just raises and eyebrow and gives me a look. Every time he smirks I want to see if slapping him will make it disappear.
"Meg is wearing navy blue and kaki; Kyda, jeans and a yellow Joe Boxer t-shirt; and Tilly a…"
"Soft pink blouse and a baby blue skirt." I finish knowing the set up by heart. The chosen apparel is usually worn for a lineup of multiple interviews. We have only done it once before and no videos or photos were taken so a near close repeat of the clothing won't be a faux pas.
"Get me tight black pants and any orange colored top will do." I pause, "Who gets me first?"
One of them steps forward and the process begins. Tom is shooed out of the room while I change and made to stay out until everything is finished. Usually I do all of this myself but I know it will all be explained in the lobby over some tea and muffins by Kyda.
Tapping came at the door, following with annoyed German. One of the people in the room replied back with even more annoyance.
I stand and make my way to the full length mirror in the hotel bathroom. The make-up isn't how I usually do it and my hair has a bit too much volume but I don't have time to fix it.
I notice a woman behind me looking for input. Instead of being blunt and unnecessarily honest to the point of being rude I smile and nod.
"Danke."
She says something, to what I assume is the equivalent to you're welcome, in German. I nod again, shove my cell phone into my pocket, and open the door. Unsurprisingly Tom is right there to inspect the work of my unknown beauty crew. He says nothing and just toys with his lip ring. And Kydania says I'm a tease.
"Shall we?" I say leaving the door open for the staff, or whatever their job qualifies to name them, to be able to leave.
Tom just offers me his arm and smiles that infuriating, over confident, and cocky smile. I will not play into his hands! I stalk off swaying my hips to tease his always watching and intense stare. It's game on with the pretty boy.
Kydania
"Lydia, Tom; there you are!" Bill hops up to great them obviously enthusiastic to get the day started.
"So what all needs to be gone over?" I hand Lydia a poppy see muffin, her favorite.
"How you will be opening for our entire tour and possibly be joining us for a few interviews and what rules are set." Gustav sure has a way with being straight to the point for one who doesn't talk much.
I pull out the slip of paper with the check list I made with Danielle a few hours ago, "First off, the issue with Donavan has been taken care of. He will meet with us, as well as all band members of Tokio Hotel, at the end of the tour."
I gage the girls' reactions. Meg and Tilly nod understandingly while Lydia glares off into space. Nothing I didn't expect.
"Secondly as Gustav has stated," I look to him and nod, " We will be sharing a tour with the guys so long as we are and opening, and when asked for, accompanying act."
Lydia sights and Tom lets out a mocking chuckle. With these two seeming to be fighting a silent battle none of the rest of us seem to know about it is hard to concentrate.
"Girls this also means sharing some of the equipment and staff for both bands. Bill I assume you will remind the boys of this. Though I highly doubt it will become a problem." He smiles at me approvingly and waves for me to go on, "Any questions?"
"May I speak to the make-up coordinator? We all star questioningly, "to ask her to do some detail checks and give her the rundown on Optical Reality's wardrobe."
Bill pipes up, "Oh you mean Natalie. She is my personal stylist I asked to help out today. I will give you her number."
"Thanks Bill." She hands him her cell phone so he can punch in the number.
"Alright today we are going to interviews as a tour group. There will be lots of questions and possible games. So be prepared. I you need help speaking a language just say so. Am I clear?"
"Yup!" Tom, Bill and Georg say cheerily as the others sit by and nod either busy with breakfast or just not wanting to speak.
"Kyda?" Tilly touches my arm.
"What's up Til?"
"I'm not sure I can do the whole speaking and understanding German just yet."
I look to Bill for help," any ideas?"
"Maybe just one." The look on his face spells out ingenious trouble.
Lydia
The hostess is a pushy bitch trying to create something that isn't there. Are you and Tom together? Bitch of course; I'm only pissy because I like him.
Bill's idea to help with our language barriers is not only smart but something the rest of us would have never come up with. Stich each guy from Tokio Hotel with a girl from Optical Reality; simple, eye catching, scandalous, and most importantly breaking the barrier of language. Bill insisted that the lead singers stick together. Megan and Georg stuck to the same argument only for bassists.
So originally I would have thought it would be me and Gustav but no Tom had other ideas. His excuse had to do with something about Gustav liking Tilly. I'm not sure I believe him but at the same time if anyone is going to go after Tilly Gustav may be the only guy to have a chance.
Finally they have separated the bands to ask 30 minutes worth of personal questions. I'm just glad the coach we get to sit on is comfier than the one we had to sit on last time we were interviewed back home.
"So do any of you have a significant other." We reply flatly with a unanimous no.
"Any reason as to why you are all single then?"
Meg starts, " I find guys to be too immature or not interesting at all."
Tilly adds on when the microphone is pointed at her, "Never had a guy who really caught my eye before. Sure some look cute but I'm into more than looks," the interviewer ask her to explain what more she is into in a guy, "personality. What exactly I don't know but he has to be very thoughtful toward others."
The microphone is swooped over to me, "Let's just say I like to have fun with more than one guy. Call me a whore but I like to see what's out there."
The girls cover snide mocking comments with fake coughing to tease me.
"And what about you Kyda?" her face turns red.
What? Who could it possibly be? The only reason she would turn red is because she likes a guy but isn't sure he likes her back. Every other time she has liked a guy I have known right away. She has telltale signs and just who the hell does my best friend like?