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An idea...don't know the outcome yet...(+18)

Post by Admin on 24th November 2007, 1:35 am




Chapter One
It was cold. Bill stepped out of the black Hummer in his dark black glasses to see a group of awaiting fans beginning to make their way to him. He looked back to see his twin, Tom, following him. As Bill exhaled, he could see his breath being trailed by steam. It would be a long night.
Turning back around, Bill went to a girl in a wheelchair and took her notepad and pen from her hands. He signed his name, and beside it, he wrote a little note, "get well soon". He then got up and went to the next girl. The girl in the wheelchair stared at him and then slowly began crying.
This continued for awhile, until eventually the boys were called inside for registration into the hotel. The girl in the wheelchair followed them. Bill looked behind him, sensing the eyes on the back of his head. She turned her head as his eyes looked into hers. Then a bodyguard took her aside and kept her there.
When the boys were inside the room, Tom went straight to the refridgerator, Gustav went to a corner and turned on his remote-controlled car, and Georg lazily watched TV. Bill's thoughts were on the girl. She looked around 15, maybe 16. And she was so fond of him, too. He shook the thoughts out of his head. He had more things to think about.
Tom's phone rang, cutting the quiet. "Sorry, guy s."
"Who is it?" Georg asked.
"No one!" Tom snapped, and went on the balcony, where he stood for awhile. Bill guessed it was his ex-girlfriend Monica. When Tom came back, his face red from the cold, Bill went up to him.
"Was Monica calling again?" he asked.
"N-well, yeah," Tom said, quieting his voice. "I don't want Georg or Gustav to know about her... "
"They know about everything, Tom, you can't get away with it."
"Yes, but..." Tom's voice was now a whisper. "She's demanding I get back with her, otherwise she's going to commit suicide!"
Bill looked at him in shock. "Let's go into the hall."
In the hallway, Tom looked flustered by his ex's call. "I can't believe she's threatening herself for my love!"
"Tom, do you still love Monica?"
"No! You know I broke up with her because she was using my money and..."
"I know, but do you love her?" Bill demanded.
"No."
"Do you want to cause her harm?"
"Well, no..."
Tom's voice trailed off. Bill knew that Tom's heart was all for TokioHotel, but that Monica had left a real good mark in his heart as well. Tom looked at his twin and then went back inside the room. Bill followed him.

The next morning, everyone woke up to snow, and cold weather. Bill woke up sweaty, remembering the strange dream he had had. It had included the wheelchaired girl, who had been going down a never-ending tunnel, and he was running after her...
Tom woke up, then Gustav. Georg snored as he slept in late. Bill got dressed and went to the bathroom to gel his hair. Tom stood in front of his suitcase, trying to decide what cap and head sock he would wear that day. When everyone had finally gotten ready, they headed over to one of Milan's concert halls and did a sound check. Bill began to worry.
"What's wrong? First you're sweaty, now you're worrying before the 30-minute beginning-of-show breakdown!" Tom laughed.
"I don't know..." Bill thought again of the wheelchaired girl. He hoped she wouldn't come to the concert.
He was wrong. At the concert, she had a special spot: right where he could see her, near the doctor's corner, where he looked over to sometimes to see his fans yelling his name from their dehydrated positions. After the concert, she was a VIP member, and he went up to her again. She spoke to him this time.
"Bill...hello," her voice was as clear as water, her eyes like two pools of blue wonder.
"Hello," he replied. "What is your name?"
"Monica." she said.
Chapter Two
Bill’s eyes were wide, looking at Monica. Was she seriously that…grown? It had only been a year, but she looked older. And she was in a wheelchair - something Bill wouldn’t have expected ever!
“Hi, Tom,” Monica said, lovingly, almost. “Do you remember me? It’s Monica.”
Tom’s eyes widened, his coffee fell from his hands. “Monica? What the hell are you doing here?”
“To say that…you’re right…it’s not right for us to be together.” Monica’s eyes welled with tears. “I…I just…I want to say that the time we had together…I’ll never forget it.”
Tom turned away from Monica, and then said, “I have another girl, Monica. You can’t talk me into loving you again.”
This came as a blow to both Monica, who was sitting there now sobbing, and Bill. Tom had always shared his secrets with Bill, even the time when he had told Bill that he would be sneaking out one night to go see his girlfriend at a fireworks show on the other side of town. Tom walked away, and Bill kneeled down to Monica, attempting to comfort her.
“He really left me, didn’t he?” her eyes were red from crying. Bill put his arm around her shoulder, and Monica gave in to the comfort. Gustav walked past and looked at the scene.
Monica eventually stopped crying. “Sorry,” she said, and wiped her tears from Bill’s leather coat. “I guess I should be going. Can you take my phone number? I think Tom deleted it from his phone…”
Bill agreed. Monica wrote it on his hand and then swiveled around to the exit. Bill watched her, and then, as he realized she had long gone, he went back around to get over to play table football with the rest of the boys.

“Bill’s in love with Monica! Bill’s in love with Monica!”
Georg teased Bill as Bill and Gustav defended a racing ball, which went into the goal. “Shut up, Georg!”
“No! I knew you liked her! I KNEW IT!” Georg laughed, and then Tom punched him in the arm.
“Seriously, Georg, shut up.” he said, and then went back to playing.
“That hurt,” Georg said. “Anyhow, what do you find in her? She’s so…I don’t know…”
“Like him?” Gustav offered.
“What?” Georg, Bill, and Tom said at once.
“Well, she’s shy. She has black hair and a blonde coloured streak, which I realized when Bill was hugging her. And she always sung to Tom’s guitar playing when they were together. And…”
“Okay, we get the point, we’re alike,” Bill said, then shyly added, “I think I might like her…”
Georg smiled. Tom punched him again. “Don’t start. We have a whole day in front of us for you to tease.”
“Actually, we have a few hours until our flight to Minsk,” Gustav said, looking at his watch. “And I’d suggest we call the Hummer again.”

When they returned to their hotel, there was a ton of letters and a pair of thongs lying before them. They picked up the letters and kicked the thongs aside, then got inside their room. Grabbing their luggage and scanning the room for any last-minute items, they left the room. Outside the room Bill put on his darkened glasses and felt a vibration from his phone. One new text message.
In the car, he sat next to Tom, who was barely speaking to his twin now after Bill’s admiting to liking Monica.
“Tom, I’m…” Bill began, but his brother put his hand over Bill’s mouth.
“Listen, Bill, I know that you like Monica. And you know now that I have a girlfriend. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…she’s been with me since I broke up with Monica. I just thought that you’d take it seriously, since we are going pretty steady now, and I really do love my new girlfriend. I want to forget about Monica. You can, if you like her, marry her for all I care!” Tom told him, and then paused. “Monica still left a mark on me. I’ll remember our ties forever. She was so fun and energetic…”
“Think about your new girlfriend!” Bill said, and then relaxed his head on the seat. “And do it fast, we have a long flight ahead.”

Bill, at the Milan airport, checked his new text message while sitting in a small side-café. It was from Monica.

Bill, I’ve thought about Tom a lot, and I’ve realized, that he’s pretty stubborn and totally NOT my type. I want to know you a little bit more. I know you all are going to Minsk. I’m going to take a train and follow you. I hope this won’t change anything. Love, Monica.

He was surprised, and yet happy at Monica’s words. She wanted to meet him. And, moreover, she had included “love, Monica” at the end. He felt touched, but not in a way a girlfriend would have, but a crush. He replied:

Okay. Please go to the VIP area after the concert. Bill.

Bill looked over at Tom and saw him frantically waving over to a figure who was, it looked, waiting impatiently. They were heading to Minsk, where, Bill hoped, he would meet Monica.

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Post by Admin on 24th November 2007, 1:36 am

Chapter Three
At their arrival in the Minsk airport, their eyes and faces were covered from paparazzi, who were frantically taking pictures of the incoming stars. Bill’s eyes searched around for Monica, but no familiar faces were found. He hesitantly got into the Hummer and took off his glasses. “When’s the concert again?” he asked.
“Nine-thirty. We have to get enough songs into two hours as possible.” Tom yawned. His phone rang again.
“Hello? Oh, hi, Gerda…no, I’m okay…are you going to make it to the concert? That’s good…yea, I got an extra plane ticket for you. Okay. Yea, how’s you doing? Haha, really? Wow, that must suck. Okay, call me later, around eight-ish, we’ll be at the concert hall. Yea. Okay, love you too. Bye.”
Georg’s mouth twisted into a devilish grin. “Tom has a girlfriend! Tom has a…”
“SHUT UP!!”

An hour and a half before the concert, a skinny girl with brown hair and pink-purple colored streaks in her hair entered the backstage, a laminated VIP pass dangling around her neck. Tom went up to her and kissed her.
“Everyone, this is Gerda. Gerda, you’d probably guess who everyone is without me telling you.” Tom laughed. Gerda giggled.
“Yes, I know. That’s Bill and there’s Georg, who’s wrestling Gustav,” Gerda said, and then twiddled her VIP pass uncomfortably. “Tom, can I get a coffee anywhere here?”
“Yea, let’s go.” Tom led his girlfriend over to the other side of the backstage area.
Suddenly Bill felt a tap on his back. He turned around, and looked at Monica. She was now on crutches, and up to his shoulder. She smiled and hobbled over to his arm, linking hers with his for more support. Bill led her over to a leather chair and they sat down together.
“Do you need anything to drink?” he asked.
Monica shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I just want to relax before the concert. Are you nervous?”
“A little. I always am,” Bill said. “But I’m thinking it’s gonna be good. The Minsk people haven’t ever had a TokioHotel concert, so hopefully, everything will go smoothly.”
Monica nodded, and then checked her cell phone. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be doing sound checks?”
“No, not yet…” Bill looked at Monica, and then at Gerda. She was holding Tom’s hand and giggling and something she said.
“So..that’s his new girlfriend?” Monica asked. “She looks anorexic.”
Bill looked at Girda’s waist. It was fairly thin, but not sickly. He just shrugged and then relaxed in the cushioned chair.
“Oh well. I’m so over him,” Monica said, then turned to Bill.
“Can, you know, we get together sometime?” Bill offered. “You said that you wanted to know me and everything…”
Monica nodded. “I’d love to! How long are you guys in Minsk?”
“I dunno, I think around a week. Do you know any good cafes or something?”
“Yeah. There’s one not far from your hotel, actually.”
“Who are you staying with?”
“I have friends here. They’re also big fans of TokioHotel, and are coming to the concert.” Monica smiled. “when should we go?”
Bill shrugged. “What about this Saturday?”
“Okay.”
Bill smiled. Monica replied with a giggle. They both got up, and the stage director yelled at the boys for their sound check. Monica got onto her crutches and waved a little sadly to Bill. Georg snickered at Bill and then pulled out his phone and took a picture of Gerda. Tom punched him.
“What do you need her for?!”
“She’s damn hot!” Georg laughed. “Just kidding, man, I need a pic of a skinny girl. Dude, and she’s skinnier than skinny.”
“Shut up, Georg. She’s skinny and that’s it,” Tom said. “I like skinny girls.”

After a good sound check and much worrying, the boys stepped onto the stage. Thousands of fans were shrieking their names, hoping to have an eye look at them or, even better, a wink. After the concert, all of the fans yelled altogether, “TOKIOHOTEL - WE LOVE YOU!” and then another chorus of “Bill!”s, “Tom!”s, “Georg!”s, and “Gustav!”s.
Monica hobbled over to Bill and he offered her a helping hand. She gratefully took it. Gerda strided over and kissed Tom.
“That was really great,” Gerda said, hugging Tom. “You need to sing newer songs, though, the crowd would have gone into hysterics.”
“Hon, the problem is, we don’t HAVE any new songs yet. We sung to them 1000 Meere which they ALREADY know by heart, and In Die Nacht is obviously known.” Tom laughed, and kissed her on the cheek. “We’ll think of something, though.”
Chapter Four
Part One


As they left the concert hall, Bill, Tom, Gerda, and Monica went into one Hummer while Georg and Gustav went into the other. Bill and Tom wanted to go with Gerda and Monica to a small café in the middle of the city and then watch some fireworks. Tom knew how much Bill wanted Monica to be his, and he was trying to help him acheieve this.
Monica and Bill sat in the back of the Hummer, listening to Placebo. All of a sudden, there was a loud tapping sound at the side of the car. The driver stopped abruptly, and a glass broke. Tom shoved Gerda and himself down below the seats. They were being shot at.
Bill held onto Monica, shielding her from the oncoming bullets. He felt her body shivering from fear of them. Suddenly, he felt a blasting pain in his left arm, and then, the shooting stopped.
“WHO THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?” Tom yelled, his ears ringing from the bullets.
“NOT LIKE I KNOW!” Bill screamed back. “BUT WE’D BETTER GO BACK TO THE HOTEL! I THINK MY ARM GOT HIT!”
Tom nodded. Gerda and Monica sobbed hysterically. The driver came up from underneath the wheel, not scraped, but shivering. “P-PLEASE C-CALL G-GEORG AND TELL H-HIS DRIVER T-THAT WE’RE T-TURNING BACK!”
Bill nodded. Gustav took the phone.
“Hello?”
“GUSTAV! ARE YOU GUYS ALIVE?” Bill roared.
“Yes! Now shut up!”
“WHAT?!”
“SHUT UP!!” Gustav yelled into the phone
“I’M TALKING FINE.”
“You must still be deaf,” Gustav laughed. “Okay, we’re turning around to the hotel. Suggest you do too.”
“We are,” Bill said, calming his voice. “How’s Georg?”
“Fine. Still deaf.”
“Any scratches?”
“Eh, no…I got a little cut on my thumb but that’s nothing.”
“Okay, then. See ya.”
“Bye, tell Tom we all tell him to keep Gerda company,” Gustav hung up.

Back at the hotel, Bill and Tom went straight to the First Aid section, getting bandaged.
“Bill, you got to make the first move,” Tom blurted out. “I cant stand to see both of you together without having the urge to yell at you two to TELL EACH OTHER!”
“Sorry, Tom, I was actually planning to kiss her today and tell her I like her…” Bill said.
“Okay, that’s good. She’s shy, so be careful. Don’t be too straightforward. And most importantly, DO IT NOW!”
Bill looked over at Monica. She was hobbling to the elevator.
“Alright, see you later.”
He pressed the button to the elevator and looked at Monica in her eyes. Her clear eyes. As the elevator doors opened, he led her in.
“Monica…” he began.
“bill, I know…” she said. “I really like you also.” she smiled.
“Really?”
“well, yeah…when I first liked TokioHotel, I was all for tom, but now you made me realize that you, Georg, Gustav…they’re all Tokiohotel also…”
Bill smiled. Monica replied with a little giggle. They both neared each other. Then their lips touched. Bill’s heart stopped beating. He ran his hands through her silky hair, she wrapped her hands around his waist. It was a magical moment.
Until a beep came from the elevator, and a familiar laugh sounded.
“Oh, sorry, guys…” Gustav attempted to block the vision of Georg from the sight. It was too late.
“Oh, hi guys, having fun?” Georg laughed.
Bill led Monica out of the elevator, paying no attention to Georg. He led her to her room and opened the door for her.
“Have a good night, then,” he said, still a little dazed.
Monica seemed to be also. “Thanks. I guess this means we’re together.”
“Yeah,” Bill said, smiling. “Night.”
Monica smiled. “Night.”
They gave one another a last kiss and then Bill left. Monica watched him enter his room and go inside. Bill looked back at her, and then he felt his heart skip a beat.
She was his.

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Part Two
In the morning, Bill woke up fresh and alert, and very cautious. After the shootings, he was scared to go outside. But then he remembered about Monica, and immediately shot out of bed. Tom stirred from his sleep.
“Wher’re you goin’?” he asked, yawning. “Heard ’bout you and Monica.”
Bill felt his face turn pink. “Yeah…we’re together.”
“Good,” Tom yawned again. “Well, better get going, don’t wanna miss our flight, eh?”
Bill laughed. “Yeah, that would be bad.”
After a hot shower and changing, then doing his hair, Bill left the apartment and looked down both ways of the hall. Nothing seemed suspicious. He went down to the elevators and then stopped. Something didn’t…smell…right. He turned around and saw smoke coming from Monica and Gerda’s apartment. He ran to the door and tried the door. After opening it, a blast of hot air and smoke shot out, and he was sent down to the wall. He shook his head and then looked inside. No one was inside; that was good. He grabbed their suitcases and ran from the smoking apartment. Where the fire was coming from, or whatever was burning, he had no idea. He just hoped Monica was okay.
Running down the stairs, not daring to take the elevator, he soon found himself, sweaty and tired, at the lobby. Monica and Gerda were laughing at some joke, and looked at Bill. Monica ran over to Bill, despite the fact her leg was broken. “What happened?”
“Theres…a fire…in your apartment…” bill said, breathless. “We need to tell Tom and everyone else!”
“But…but why didn’t the fire alarm go off?” Gerda asked.
“I have no idea, but this doesn’t seem good.” Bill said, realizing he had said the obvious. “call up someone, please! Anyone!”
A confused receptionist ran over to Bill. “What’s going on, sir?”
“Please call the fire department, there’s..smoke in room 483.”
He realized what he had said. What a coincidence! Room 483...
“We will call them up straightaway, sir,” she said, and rushed over back to her counter.
Bill shivered at the prospect of Monica being in that room. Monica hugged him and looked at the bags. “You saved our stuff. Thanks.”
“No problem,” Bill said, still shaking. Monica kissed him on the cheek.
“It’ll be alright…” she said, now comforting him. “As long as we all leave the hotel as soon as possible…”
“Wait a second,” Bill said, and noticed Tom, Georg, and Gustav also coming, running down the stairs, with everyone else’s bags.
“We’re all set,” Tom huffed. “Georg called a Hummer, they’ll be over any second now… Damn, I swear, I got to figure out who the heck was that!”
“It was probably the same people,” Gustav said. “I mean, they couldn’t really just attack the same people on two days. Maybe it’s some super anti-people. We should ask the hotel to investigate and ask other policemen to work on it.”
“Agreed,” said everyone altogether. They quickly asked the receptionist to do so, and then all got into the awaiting Hummers.

In the cars, everyone was silent, going over what had happened. They now all smelled of smoke, but, the most important thing was that they were all safe, and together. Bill put his arm around Monica and Monica laid her head gently on his shoulder. It would be a long ride to the airport.
Most of the time, everyone slept, but when a new text message came to Bill with Georg’s teasing, he was awoken from his dainty slumber. When they got to the airport, as usual, a band of paparazzi followed them, taking pictures mostly of Tom and Gerda, and Bill and Monica. By the time they were inside the airport, going through security and then taking a nice seat in a café, everyone was just exhausted.
“I think I’ll be sleeping the whole flight,” Tom yawned, and then Gerda gave a little giggle.
“You said you’d be chatting on the computer with Georg over some connection thing. Talking about the little ‘newlyweds’,” Gerda laughed. Monica apparently had heard this before, and couldn’t stifle a giggle.
“We aren’t getting married, Georg. You seriously are so immature sometimes!”
“Immature?” Georg cackled. “Yes, sometimes, I am. But I just LOVE to see little lovebugs kissing together in elevators, don’t I, Gustav?”
Gustav couldn’t hold in a laugh. “And look with extreme interest at what’s going on.”
Chapter Five

On the flight, bill and Monica took a window seat together. Bill and Monica mostly just dozed together, thinking of themselves being together, and by the time the sun had set, they were sleeping, Monica’s head resting on bill’s shoulder, Bill on her head, their hands clasped together.
Little did Bill know that Georg was frantically taking pictures of this and sending it to Tom, who had a seat a little ahead of them all. Gustav was trying to throw Georg's phone out of his hands and get to the computer at the same time. Tom was roaring with laughter and Gerda was trying to figure out what was going on.
But soon, peace came upon the plane, and everyone was sleeping. When the lights were flicked back on and Bill yawned from his nice sleep, realizing he was with Monica, everyone was given a breakfast tray.
“Who would eat this crap?” Georg whispered to Bill.
“As if I know,” Bill laughed.
Monica woke up shortly after the meal was given to her. Tom came over and joined them, eating and talking about their future concert and the past events. Then they all resolved that when they went back to Minsk, they would take along a lot more security and go around in helicopters. (The helicopter idea was Georg’s).
At the airport, when they landed, more paparazzi than ever before met them. Since they were returning back to their native Germany, all would be heading back to their houses for the small break they had until heading for Berlin for a massive conert. Monica and Gerda would go with everyone to Magdeburg, and stay at Tom and Bill’s.
When everyone was sitting comfortably inside a large limosuine, almost immediately fans began calling their familiar cellular phone numbers, which almost all had memorized by heart.
“Who the hell keeps giving them our numbers?!” Tom yelled, turning off his phone. Georg grinned devilishly. “Are you serious? GEORG!”
Georg laughed. “No way! If I gave out yours, wouldn’t I give mine out also? C’mon, you have to know me better than that, Tom!”

In the center of Magdeburg, fans awaiting them asking for autographs were almost, maybe even completely horrified to see the Kaulitz twins being accompanied by girls. They all began yelling for them, but some also were screaming for their beloved Georg and Gustav. The boys were surrounded by screaming fans who were trying to get a hold of Monica and Gerda, but with Tom and Bill holding them tightly, it was no use, just a waste of time.
After giving out autographs, the boys went their separate ways, promising to meet at Gustav’s for a good practice session. Monica and Gerda were appalled by the fans waiting for Tom and Bill at their house, and knew that Georg and Gustav would be awaiting a similar one. More autographs, and then they entered their house.
Bill and Tom had acquired a new ping-pong and a foosball table since their last visit, and almost immediately, after getting settled in, went to go play. The girls followed.
Then, after having many fun games, laughter, and argument, they went out for dinner at an Italian restaurant nearby the edge of town. There they at least had some peace and quiet in their favourite spot: a place in the upstairs-VIP area, where they could eat for free. Monica and Bill were quiet, holding hands and waiting for their drinks, while Gerda and Tom talked to one another.
As soon as the drinks were broughten, and the food was served, there came a lively discussion about what to do with Georg, which became quite hilarious as soon as more and more ridiculous offers were given. Soon everyone was laughing so hard that Tom and Bill choked on their spaghetti, only causing more laughter. A waitress looked a little worried at this get-together, but the group stayed still only until after eleven.
At the house, everyone immediately went to sleep, the memories of the dinner playing in their heads, and still giggling in their sleep. When morning came in, they all slept in quite late, and almost were late for the sound check at Gustav’s. Gerda and Monica decided to go shopping in Magdeburg’s pedestrian shopping mall.

In Gustav’s basement, Georg was giving himself a sound check, and Gustav was getting drinks from the refridgerator.
“Hey, guys,” Gustav said, checking his watch. “You’re right on time. Why’d you guys not come a half an hour earlier, like you always do?”
“We slept in,” Tom said, giving a warning look at Georg. “We all slept in our own rooms.”
Bill nodded. “So shut up, Georg.”
Georg had already begun snickering. But this soon ended, as they all began practicing “1000 Meere” and “Wo Sind Eure Hände”, which Georg had begged for. Then they took a break and had some drinks, played a game of foosball, returned to playing, drank, foosball, play…it became a routine for a few hours until they decided to go to the pedestrian mall also and go look for whatever they needed for themselves.

The Magdeburg pedestrian shopping mall wasn’t that full when they first got there, but then, as fans began shifting, it was chock-full of awaiting fans that were ready to pounce on them at any given moment. But police officers had been set up at all the entrances, and the boys were free to swiftly move from store to store without being assaulted with pens and notebooks. Soon they found Gerda and Monica in a café sipping coffee.
“Hey, guys,” Gerda said, kissing Tom.
Monica kissed Bill as he sat next to her. “How was practice?” she asked.
“It was good,” he said. “Me and Tom are an unbeatable team at foosball.”
Tom winked. “of course we are.”
Georg shook his head. “It was pure luck. Gustav’s thumb still hurts from the shooting…”
Almost immediately the mood of the gathering changed with the word ‘shooting’. They all hoped none of the fans had heard it, but none of them were nearby.
“Want to all go to the nearby store?” Gustav asked, cutting the silence. “I want to see a receptionist’s look on her face when she sees me buying a TokioHotel copybook!”
The store Gustav had mentioned was a school-supply store, and indeed, there was a TokioHotel copybook there, and they all bought one of everything in the store that had them on it. The receptionist was squealing with excitement when she saw their faces.
“Ohmygosh, can you please sign..erm..this sheet of paper?” she asked, quickly fumbling for a piece of paper and pen. “This is like, the best day ever!”
“Sure it is,” Georg said, winking at her. “Thanks.”
As they left the store, the receptionist squealed once more.

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Chapter Six

The policemen guarding the entrance into the pedestrian mall pushed the fans back to allow the pack to go into their awaiting limosuine. A few lucky girls got signatures, but the boys were rushing for an interview at a local TV station. Monica and Gerda went back to Tom and Bill’s to sleep for awhile, and then, they would get up to see the TV-show on “Live”.
At the station, people took care of the boys immediately, almost cowering over them. Bill hated the way some people couldn’t just treat them like normal people. By the time the show had started, there was a small, but fairly loud crowd of fans screaming their names. Bill stood, waiting for the curtain to open, looking at his microphone. Soon a lady began speaking.
“Hello! You’re watching Star17, I’m Jen Schwartz, your American-German host! Tonight we’ll have a spectacular performance and interview with…tell me now, who is it?”
“TOKIOHOTEL!” the fans roared. Tom coughed, Bill sighed deeply. He was thrilled to be performing back in his hometown.
“That’s so right! Here they are, live! Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav! Let’s give them a huge welcome!”
Familiar music for “Nach Dir Kommt Nichts” rang through Bill, almost living inside of him. He began singing the usual words, breathing and being the song, enjoying every second of it, adoring the fans who were yelling their names…he loved the feeling of being on stage, it gave him so much drive, excitement; power, almost.
After the performance, the fans shrieked and clapped for them. Tom and Georg gave their guitars to the stage workers, and then went to go join Gustav and Bill on the white leather seats. The lady they saw before them was literally anorexic, even Tom admitted it later. She wore tons of make-up and didn’t look too good, overall. Her teeth were yellow, most likely from smoking, and her voice was raspy, but it didn’t come out that way on the microphone.
“Hello, TokioHotel! Or shall I say, Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav! What an amazing performance!”
Bill nodded in reply. Tom took the microphone that lay on the glass table. “Thanks,”
“We’ve all heard that you both, Bill and Tom, have girlfriends. Is this true?”
Tom replied first. “Yes, and I’m not afraid to admit it. I’m taken.”
There was a loud gasp in the crowd.
“And you, Bill?” the host looked a little hopefully at Bill.
“I’m also taken,” bill said. “And I’m quite happy.”
After this, most of the questions were directed to Georg and Gustav, but they gave small, undefining answers. Overall, the interview lacked information, except for the fact that the Kaulitz twins were now taken. Then the host turned her questions to the twins. At the end, they all left the stage, and then “reappeared” and did a final number - “Vergessene Kinder”.

Back at Tom and Bill’s house, Gerda and Monica were already in their pajamas, eating popcorn and playing a card game, keeping Star 17 on. Georg and Gustav left after dropping Tom and Bill off. The brothers went upstairs to get changed into their pajamas. Tom took off his head sock and cap, and Bill washed off his gel and makeup.
“Has Gerda seen you without your cap?” Bill asked.
Tom shook his head. “Wonder what she’ll think of me.”
When they returned downstairs, Gerda wasn’t too surprised to see him without his cap, and Monica of Bill without his gel. He looked similar to himself when he had the haircut when they were shooting the “Rette Mich” clip, but now he had a blonde streak of colour and his hair was longer.
As they watched the show, realizing that the lady had taken out most of the questions she asked Georg and Gustav, and then changing the way Bill and Tom had answered their first question by adding other words they had said later. They explained this quickly to Gerda and Monica, who were quite astonished at the “answers” they had given.
After the show was over, they all switched over to another channel and watched a movie. By the time it had ended, they were all slowly drifting to sleep, all lazily lying on top of one another. In the morning, they all woke up quite late, but luckily, there were no plans for the day except strolling around Magdeburg, since they only had three days until they had to pack their bas for berlin.
When everyone was ready, they set out to meet Georg and Gustav in Georg’s house for chill-out. When they got there, Georg was wearing an apron and attempting to make some sort of food, which no one could really tell what it was. Soon Georg quit and threw the remains in the trash, then joined the rest of the gang by the television set, and grabbed himself a Coke.
The day went by quickly at Georg’s. The boys had a quick practice session and then went out to McDonald’s for dinner. This continued until the day the boys left for Berlin, sitting in the car and relaxing, glad for the short but sweet break they had had.
Chapter Seven

In Berlin, the paparazzi were held back by police officers, since there were so many that the boys wouldn’t even be able to go through. They had to head straight for the concert hall; they were running back on schedule.
Backstage, you could hear how loud all the fans were. The boys had to yell over the crowd’s startling noise so that they could hear one another. The sound checks were no use if they didn’t put the volume to near-deafening, but the crowd’s shreiks drowned out any normal sound.
As soon as they all got onstage, the crowd stopped yelling. The lights had gone out. As a spotlight shone on Bill, then Georg and Tom, then Gustav, the crowd yelled louder than ever. They fit most of their songs into the time frame they had, and even gave an encore for the fans. When they left the stage finally, Monica and Gerda were nowhere to be found.
“Where’d they run off to?” Tom asked, looking for Gerda.
“As if I know,” Bill said, and then spotted a familiar crutch lying by a black leather chair. “Think I found them.”
Gerda and Monica were wearing earplugs and talking to one another in sign language. Monica laughed at something Gerda had signed. Bill tapped her shoulder, and Monica turned around. Immediately her face brightened and she got up and hugged him. She pulled out the earplugs from her ears. Her face looked shocked.
“My ears are ringing,” she said.
“I’d guess they are,” Bill laughed. “I wear earplugs whenever I go on stage, but this time, I forgot.”
Monica laughed. Bill kissed her.

After the concert they couldn’t leave for a few hours - too many screaming fans were awaiting them from the exit that they would leave from. After relaxing and playing foosball, they returned to Gustav’s house for the usual after-concert get together. They left earlier than usual to get their bags ready for the train they had early in the morning.
On the train, all of the cabins were fulled with ready paparazzi. But the boys were smarter than any photographer, and covered the window from their cabin with a dark blanket, so they could have some peace. Monica and Gerda took the top bunks of the cabin and slept the long ride to Paris, where their new tour after their Zimmer 483 tour would really kick off.
During the ride Bill tried to begin writing lyrics for a new song, since he knew the fans always loved something new from TokioHotel. Georg and Gustav played against one another on their PSPs, and Tom listened to music while eating. By the time they got to Paris, there were hundreds of fans standing by the station, holding out magazines and notebooks and other objects for them to sign.
Bill and Tom parted with their girlfriends immediately as they left the train; the boys needed a lot of time for practice, sound checks, preparation, etc. for their concert. Monica’s eyes teared up as they stood on the train.
“Can I go with VIP?” she asked.
“Yes,” Bill said. “It’ll only be a few hours…”
“Seven hours? Yeah, that’s a few.” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Bill and Monica kissed once more fully, and then they parted.

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Chapter Eight
Backstage in the concert hall, everyone was very nervous. From the last time they were in Paris, they knew that all of the fans there expected an amazing performance. Bill put more emotion into his songs, which the fans adored, Tom and Georg brought out hotter moves than ever while they played; and Gustav, at the end, threw his shirt out into the crowd.
Returning back to the backstage arena, Monica and Gerda awaited them, completely dressed in TokioHotel apparel, shirt, and cap, jeans with stich-ons, buttons, backpack, scarf, and even sneakers.
“We went shopping,” Gerda giggled. “How do you like it?”
“I like it that my face is on your jeans!” Tom laughed, kissing his girlfriend. “Did you like the concert?”
“Like it?! I loved it, as always!” Gerda hugged Tom.
Monica smiled and went over to Bill. “My crutches will be gone in a few days. Just be walking around in a cast.”
Bill smiled and kissed her. “That’s good.”

Time passed by quickly as the boys went through France and Italy. Monica’s crutches were gone, and the bonds between both couples grew tighter. By the time they reached Venice, Bill and Monica couldn’t go a day without seeing one another. Luckily they never went far from one another, unless it was for an interview or preparing for a concert. Gerda and Tom sometimes went out into the hallway of the hotel and spoke in small whispers, then kissed until Georg came out, normally eating chips or something else, and began roaring with laughter.
In Venice, it was the most romantic time for both couples. For Monica and Bill it had been a month since they were together, and they both went out for a date down the river to a good restaurant by the end of the city, close to the Adriatic Sea. Afterwards they walked around some shops and then sat down together, looking at the sea, as a gentle rain began falling.
The days spent in the city by the sea were another relaxing time for everyone; they could go down the river when they needed to get away from it all, or go to a café, or whatever else they wanted to do without being followed by hundreds of fans (they had security going with them, a few steps forward and behind).

When they got to Moscow, Russia, it was back to the high life once more, running from fans and having concerts left and right. At one interview, Bill even commented, “This life is becoming so exciting and full of action that sometimes I forget that a few years back, I was sitting in my room, doing my homework and thinking about a new song for Devilish, and now, look at me!”
After a few more concerts in various neighboring cities, they returned to Moscow and stayed there until their flight back to Germany, where they would have another break. Back at the hotel, more strange things began to happen again, like in Minsk. The water would turn on and off, or going from cold to hot rapidly, which often happened when they were in the shower. One day, they got sick of it, and decided to have a receptionist give them a tour of the whole hotel.
Soon, they found the culprits of the water-changers.
Two fourteen year olds, one a girl, the other a boy - both goth. They looked at the boys with hatred, and then both, almost at the same time, pulled out knives.
“What the hell are you guys doing at the top of all the charts?” the boy asked, looking a little small next to security, who immediately grabbed him and the girl.
“And why the hell did you make my best friend go for you, and for US-5 or My Chemical Romance like all normal people?” demanded the girl.
“May we ask what the heck you’re doing down here?” Tom asked.
“We wanted to make your stay here miserable,” the girl said. “We want you to leave and never come back!”
She ripped from the security guards’ slightly loosened grasp and jumped onto Tom. Gerda shrieked as Tom was being punched at, and then, the girl looked at him, this time, lovingly. Tom wondered if she was mocking Gerda, or if she was really…
She kissed him, full out, right then and there. Tom pushed the girl off of him and then got up, Gerda clutching him. “Who the hell do you think you are?!”
“I love you, Tom! It’s Bill who made my friend go against us goths; I HATE HIM! I want you to be mine…forever!! AH, TOM! I LOVE YOU!!”
The boy and girl were taken immediately away from them, and the receptionist looked a little a little ashamedly at them. “I…I suppose I’ll take you all back upstairs, then.”
Chapter Nine

“You enjoyed that. You always enjoy full-outs, Tom.”
Gerda and Tom were standing outside the room, but all was clear to Bill, Monica, Georg, and Gustav what they were saying, considering the walls in the hotel weren’t that thick.
“Gerda! You think I like that…that maggot who fell on top of me - without permission?!”
“I know…I know, I’m sorry… it’s just that…”
“I know.”
There was silence. They were kissing.
“Please don’t go near any other girl and accept full-outs, okay?” Gerda laughed.
“Why would I, unless it wasn’t you?”
Gerda and Tom quickly came in, causing the foursome who had been eavesdropping to quickly jump back in astonishment. Tom sighed. “Georg’s idea, I suppose, right, GEORG?”
Georg waved his hand and then pointed at himself. “Yes, I admit it, Tom! It was me!”

After this, they were sure that all of their hotels were more watched over than before. Back in Germany, Gerda and Tom took Bill and Tom’s old room for themselves, and Monica and Bill shared the basement. The first day they came there, they forgot to close the curtains from photographers, and the paparazzi got some good photographs of Tom cooking and kissing Gerda good morning, Bill doing his hair, and Monica sleeping soundly while Bill slowly got up.
When Georg saw these pictures in a magazine, he headed quickly over to Tom and Bill’s. He showed them the three pages that were full of this, and the comments the awful editors had written. Things like, “Tom and Gerda - more than just regular love?” underneath the picture where they were giving one another a morning kiss, and under the picture where Monica was sleeping and Bill getting up: “Bill and Monica - definitely a NEW COUPLE - pretty hot one also!” Tom and Bill were furious at the photographers, as anyone would be. From then on, their windows were always tightly covered with curtains.
The second day went by quite calmly. Tom and Bill didn’t leave the house because of the camped-out paparazzi just waiting for the usual Hummer to come forward and then the boys with their girlfriends. Georg and Gustav, on their third day, invited them to a practice session with their girlfriends. They agreed; being without music - practicing or performing - for a few days for the boys would be crime. Their life was music; they lived and breathed it everyday.
At Gustav’s, awaiting photographers, and even a few news reporters, awaited them. The girls were directed with more questions than the boys. Things like “How do you feel about having your boyfriend being an ultra-mega-star?” or “Have you ever had some ‘own’ time for yourselves? Or is it always the high life?” Gerda and Monica heard this; and they really began wondering then - would their romance with their beloveds last for long, or would another fan come along and steal them from them?
Before practice session began, they all waited for the photographers to leave. When they didn’t budge, Georg had an idea how to get them away. Everyone was given earplugs, the stereos were tuned to the highest possible volume it could stand, and Bill’s microphone was turned on. They began playing “Ich Brech Aus” - much to the astonishment of the paparazzi, who ran off aways from the noise, but still crouched in expectation. The news broadcasts would now be hilarious - everything would be going fine until suddenly loud music begins and the camera is dropped (this happened to one of the television reporter’s cameraman).
After this, they decided to play a game of foosball, much to Georg’s delight. After playing and relaxing, they went on for practice non-stop for an hour and a half, until Tom’s phone vibrated.
“Holy crap!” he said, and immediately hung up.
“What?” Georg asked.
“It’s…woah…”
“What? WHAT?!” Georg demanded.
“You remember that crappy guy from Abercrombie and Fitch? Like when we were 16 and he came up to us and threw eggs at us and stuff, then he gave us an idea for a video and broadcasted it on YouTube saying TokioHotel was the worst, smelliest load of junk on the planet? Remember? And then everyone agreed!”
“Yeah, was that him?”
Tom nodded. “He sent me a text. He said he had another idea for a video and said for bill to get dressed gay, then said he already DID dress gay, told you, Georg, to cut your hair. He looks like a load of crud, he said. Then told Gustav to quit TokioHotel ‘cause he ‘doesn’t deserve to be in such a disgusting pack of weirdoes’. The worst thing is what he told me. ‘Get rid of those damn dreds and stop being so rap-like. Seriously, don’t go a cross of reggie and 50 Cent, doesn’t make a good combination at all, you'll look like crap. Get rid of your skinny-looking-like-crud girlfriends.'"

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Chapter Ten

“He said that?”
Gerda and Monica’s mouths were open as they read the text from Tom’s cell phone. Tom nodded. “Isn’t he a jerk?”
“More like a female dog,” Monica whispered.
Gerda nodded. “Bill totally DOES NOT dress gay. No one needs a haircut. And if Gustav leaves, who the heck will there be to make TokioHotel, erm, TokioHotel?”
“I totally agree.”
“Maybe,” Gustav began. “He was the one who called up those gothic freaks. And he went after us in Minsk.”
Everyone pondered over this. “We should call a lawyer,” Georg said.
“For once, I agree.” Gustav said. “But where would we find ours? He might be over the Mediterranean Sea, from the last time we called him.”

By the time they had contacted their lawyer, they were still sitting in Gustav‘s house, eating dinner. Their lawyer said that if they didn’t know the man’s name, age, height, and other factors - he couldn’t help them. Even though they were mega-stars, their lawyer really couldn’t help them without information.
They slept at Gustav’s house, since the photographers outside were too thick for them to even get through, if they wanted to leave. Gustav slept in his room, Georg in the guestroom. There were only two rooms left, so Tom and Gerda went and slept together on bed and Monica and Bill on the couch.
When Bill woke up, his hand was still clasped with Monica’s. He looked at her sound, sleeping face for a little while and then got up. Tom was cooking breakfast.
“Morning,” Bill yawned.
“Morning,” Tom replied, flipping a pancake skillfully in the air. “How was your night?”
“Good…I guess,” Bill said, taking a pancake from the stack that was ready. “I had a really weird dream, though.”
“What was it?”
“I can’t remember, I just remember it was really weird - something happened to Monica, that’s the only thing I remember.”
Tom shrugged. “When you get a new love things happen.”
Georg came down the stairs and slipped on the last one. He fell on his back on the floor. Tom laughed out loud. Bill smiled.
“Ow… linoleum?” Georg asked, rubbing his back and looking hungrily at the stack of pancakes. “Oh well, I’ll live.”
Gustav came down, jumping over the last step. “That step’s always been slippery, have no idea how. Good thing you didn’t go like my uncle - he fell on his stomach. Ick, that was one bloody nose.”

Monica and Gerda got up later. Once everyone was well fed, the boys had another practice, and they made sure the paparazzi weren’t outside, everyone left. They decided to leave a little earlier for their first-ever concert in the USA, where they would travel around until reaching California, where they would cross the sea to Tokyo and then, eventually get back to Germany. It would be a long tour.
They called up a Hummer late the next day after packing and went to an airport hotel. Luckily, their security was already ready to pounce on anyone who looked like they were messing around with TokioHotel, and then prompt them outside - or to the police. After sleeping and getting ready for their flight, they headed for the airport. Going through security was a little less smoother this time since photographers attempted to get pictures of everything. Inside the airport itself, Bill and Monica went for a stroll down the terminals, watching planes take off and land, enter some Duty Free stores, and then finally came back to the T.G.I. Fridays where everyone was ordering a drink or something to eat. Tom and Gerda hadn’t come back from wherever they had gone off to.
“Where’s Tom?” Bill asked, pulling the chair out for Monica.
“I dunno. He and Gerda went off to a Duty Free store a little ways back, ‘round when you two went off.” Georg said, then ordered a drink and a meal.
Monica smiled. “Hope Gerda’s enjoying their time together.”
Chapter Eleven

“What do you mean?” Bill asked.
“Well, I mean, when we’re on tour, you all are really into the music, and just…”
“Hon,” bill said, kissing her on the cheek, “Don’t worry. It’s not like when I’m on stage, singing a song, I’m not thinking of you. And I’m sure Tom thinks of Gerda a lot as well.”
Monica smiled. But she wasn’t convinced. “I just wish that we could see each other when you’re preparing and stuff.”
Bill looked at her. “Okay.”
Georg and Gustav began drinking their piña coladas, and Bill took a sip of his margarita. It felt good to be with everyone in a café that was empty. It was just that Tom wasn’t there. As soon as Tom got back and they ate their meals, boarding began. They all sat down comfortably, Georg taking two of the middle seats and turning on his laptop. A flight attendant came up to him and tapped his shoulder.
“Sir, we only allow electronics when the captain says so.” she said. When she realized Georg was Georg, she gasped.
“Okay, then.” Georg said. Once the flight attendant quickly went off, he watched her go down the hallway. “Hot babe down there, Tom.”
Tom shrugged and went back to racing against Gustav on his PSP.
The flight was long; around ten hours. The whole flight they mainly didn’t talk; everyone was racing against one another. Even Monica took hers out and beat the boys tactfully. Gerda helped Tom. Mainly the ride was quiet; unless a flight attendant brought them a drink, food, or Georg suddenly yelled something out like, “NO! NOT THE DEATH PIT!” as he crashed.

At the Ronald Reagan airport, there weren’t any photographers, just like the last time they came to New York. They knew that they were popular amongst some Americans, but they weren’t that popular as to have amazing numbers of photographers racing after them.
So they thought.
Outside, there was another horde of photographers who began snapping photographs immediately after they left the airport. They followed them all the way to the Hummers that were awaiting them. Inside, their producer sat, drinking a Heinekin.
“Hi, boys! Long time no see! How was the concert?” he asked, shaking each of their hands and then gently bowing his head to the girls.
“Not too bad,” Tom said, and put his arm around Gerda’s waist. “pretty tiring.
The producer nodded. “Okay, first concert is tomorrow night, around eleven. Please try and make the fans go crazy, we want as many people as possible to love TokioHotel over here as in Europe. Remember; world-wide stars!”
Bill nodded. It was awkward, being in a place where they had never been before, as it was always for them. When they neared a hotel, he immediately noticed a news van standing in the front of it. He took Monica’s hand and they left the Hummer together. The news van didn’t see the stars running quickly inside the hotel to the reception desk.
Inside, the lobby was full of Japanese people, apparently from an incoming flight or a delayed flight. Some of the girls came up with notebooks and pens, and they signed them quickly before going inside the elevator to their rooms. This time the room they had was penthouse, so they could all easily fit inside without having to go to different rooms to see one another. Monica and Bill spent their day on the balcony, talking to one another and looking out on Washington. They could see the Washington Monument, which Tom had called “The Big Pencil” and the White House. They resolved to take a tour of it when they had the chance.
For dinner that night they ordered a buffet meal to be ordered - everyone was starving. Their last meal had been airplane food. Bill and Monica shared the couch once more while Tom and Gerda shared a bed, Georg and Gustav on twin beds.

In the morning they went first to the White House and got a nice tour of it. Then they got their coats on (which they didn’t really need) and went to the Hummers. They were on their way for sound checks, and then, their concert. Their first concert ever in America.
Gerda and Monica listened to their sound check, occasionally taking pictures of one of the boys using a frame on their phone and then cracking up over it. After the sound check the girls helped their boyfriends by standing by them while they were nervous. Obviously, they would be, it was their first concert ever in a new country!

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Beginning of Part Two
Chapter Twelve


The concert hall they were appalled by the size of their USA fans. They all were singing along to the songs Bill sung out, and when he tried to surprise them with 1000 Meere, they were singing to it also.
Backstage, the boys were still shocked.
“They knew every single word to all the songs!” Bill said, still breathless after singing.
“Yeah…that was a little creepy!” Tom said.
Bill shook his head. “They just go on YouTube 24/7 or something like that.”
Gerda and Monica came over, wide smiles on their faces. Bill kissed Monica and put his hand over her. Gerda and Tom kissed one another also, but they did it a little bit more romantically than Bill and Monica had.
After the concert they went to a nightclub for a scheduled after-party. There were some close friends of the boys there, but everyone else was either security or crazy fans who were attempting to grab them. Gerda and Tom partied on with everyone else, but bill and Monica stayed back a bit; the party really was crazy.
“that was a good concert,” Monica said, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Really? I was really nervous about it,” Bill said.
Monica laughed. “I know,” she kissed him. Bill returned her kiss. Slowly they began making out.

After the party, they all went back to the hotel, partially drunk, but still intact. Gerda and Tom, back in the room, went immediately to their bed. Bill and Monica lay on the couch and kissed one another romantically before falling asleep gently next to one another.
The next day they took out their bathing suits and went to the indoor pool for a swim. Tom looked at Gerda’s body and then whispered in Bill’s ear, “She’s way hotter than Monica.”
Bill looked at Monica and then at Gerda. “Hell, I don’t care, I think Monica’s body’s hotter. We have girlfriends man, point of views!”
“Yeah, and your view is right over there,”
“Where?”
“The breasts and butt,” Tom laughed and then took Gerda’s hand.
At the pool, they all first took cannonballs into the perfectly heated water. Then they began playing Marco Polo, then chased one another underwater in the deep end. They were very happy for the break they had that day; it was the last day they would be in Washington before going up to New York City, then Boston, then crossing over to Orlando, then going upward again to Ontario, then Quebec, flying to Las Vegas, ending their USA-Canada trip.
Monica and Gerda were excited to be traveling to so many new places with their boyfriends, but indeed, at some times, they doubted them. They, at many times, were cautious and scared for their ties, but at the same time they bathed in the love they had. Monica and Bill, after this concert and a little Tom in NYC, had been making out more often, and even once had slept together. Gerda and Tom were sleeping together more. Gustav had to keep Georg from teasing them every time they went into their room together.

In New York City, Monica and Bill took strolls around the city. On one corner, when it began heavily raining, they stood together, looking into one another’s eyes. And then, they kissed, but slowly, it turned into making out, as Monica and Bill’s tounges touched gently, and then Bill put his arms around her waist, unaware he was close to the opening in her pants. Monica put her arms around his neck and they stood like that for a few minutes until they stopped. Monica blushed and they went back to the hotel together, hand in hand, loving one another all the more.
But after their concert, Bill and Monica went to be alone together.
“Bill, I don’t really like it…”
“What?”
“That we’re never really together anymore. Only after concerts. I don’t like that…I…want to break up.”
Chapter Thirteen

Monica’s eyes welled with tears as she hugged Bill and gave him a kiss. “I just don’t think it’ll work out.”
Bill’s eyes were full with tears as well. He watched as Monica went over to the other side of the room and sobbed in a leather chair. Sliding down the wall, shocked, Bill put his head in his hands, the same hands that had stroked stray hairs of Monica’s, and felt a hot tear fall down his cheek. He loved Monica..and now…
Tom went over to his brother and sat next to him, trying to comfort him, but it was useless. Bill was taken over from this sudden change. Tom didn’t think his brother could go on stage in this condition, and when Georg and Gustav saw him, they agreed. But Bill, though his makeup was ruined, was determined to go onto the stage. He looked longingly at Monica, who was being comforted by Gerda, who looked at him also. They shared that look and then Bill went into the bathroom to clean his face off.
“What did she say?” Tom asked.
“She said…she didn’t feel comfortable…being with me,” Bill sobbed. He went over to a toilet and threw up. “I…I love her.”
“I know, bro, I know.” Tom said, and then allowed bill to clean his mouth in the sink. “But she still loves you.”
“I don’t know… I feel like my heart is torn in two…”
Bill was remembering everything they had done for the almost four months they had been together. But over this small amount of time he had become attached to Monica. Now he felt like commiting suicide; he felt so bad. “I’ll try and go on stage. But I’ll sing Totgeliebt first.”

The concert was full of more songs about love, since Bill had changed the whole line-up of songs. The fans didn’t notice anything. Bill was able to muster out a few smiles for them, but through the whole time he was thinking about Monica and only about her. At the hotel, where they also had a penthouse, Bill didn’t sleep with Monica like he had the night before. He didn’t even sleep. He stayed in the bathtub with cold water, crying and going through depression.
In the morning when bill got out of the tub his skin all over was pruny from the water. Monica didn’t make eye contact with him; it was too painful. Bill, whenever he spotted her, had the urge to take her and kiss her romantically, to feel her soft tounge in his mouth…
The stay they had in New York wasn’t too happy. Bill never went out with the boys, and neither did Monica, but she stayed in Gerda’s room. Bill spent most of his time lying on the couch thinking about Monica until they left for Boston. There they made a spectacular, the only problem was, Monica wasn’t with Bill.
Over the time they were in Boston, Georg acquired a girlfriend of his own. Her name was Kylie, she was the same height as Georg, and blonde. She was quiet like Monica and helped Monica through her depression from bill and helped Bill in whatever way she could.
In Ontario, Bill got on stage with a new feeling - a mixture of longing and hatred for Monica, but he still loved her with all his heart. As he began singing Totgeliebt, then An Diener Seite, he thought of the night when he had whispered the lyrics from a love song in her ear…and then they had kissed… Bill’s eyes welled with tears and he began crying, on stage, as he sung. The song turned out more beautiful than ever; the fans were shrieking and jumping around, waiting for the next song. But the concert was cancelled early, Bill wasn’t in any condition now to perform.

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Chapter Fourteen
As Bill got up that morning in their Ontario hotel, not feeling like getting up, he realized in the middle of the night that Monica had gotten into bed with him - she was lying next to him. He jumped out of bed quickly and went to go get dressed. Tom was coming inside the penthouse with Gerda, both laughing and carrying groceries.
“We’re not leaving until you get into some shape,” tomsaid, setting the groceries on the counter. “I called our concert planners and they agreed. If you ain’t in shape for singing than we can’t perform!”
Gerda nodded. “I totally agree with Tom. We’ll stay here until you eat something at least.”
Bill shook his head weakly. “I’m not hungry. Just found Monica in my bed.”
Tom’s eyes widened. “Really?” then he grinned. “she does love you.”
Gerda again nodded. “She told me it was for your relationship, but I think she was just scared. You two go together like peanut butter and jelly. Want a sandwich?”
Bill shook his head. “I love her.”
Tom looked sympathetically at his brother. He had repeated this line so many times…

They scheduled a few more concerts in Ontario as time passed. Bill, at each concert, would cry at some point, then meltdown backstage. Whenever he sung Totgeliebt or An Diener Seite, especially.
He would be singing fine until he would remember Monica, the feel of her hair, how they had slept together, and then crash after the song, his voice lost and the only thing he would see would be Monica, and him, together, that day in New York when he had been kissing her on the street, not caring that a photographer might have been taking a picture, just caring that they were together.
Tom, Gerda, Kylie, Georg, and Gustav all tried to get him to eat something, but he only ate when he knew he had to; he had no real appetite. And when he did eat, it would be a simple sandwich. Magazines began commenting, “Bill has gotten so slim! What could have happened?” or “Staying in Ontario - Reasons!” and “No sign of Bill and his girlfriend! Free boy!”
But Bill wouldn’t give his heart to anyone other than Monica. And Monica never left her room unless she was eating. Most of the time she and Bill would be the only ones in the penthouse, but both in other rooms. Bill had had the urge many times to run to her room and give her a nice, long kiss and tell her he was sorry for whatever he had done, but by the time he had gotten to the doorknob he was sobbing once more, and would flop on his bed, remembering the good times…
Tom,Georg, and Gustav would come to Bill during the evening and talk to him about other things other than Monica, and Gerda and Kylie with Monica. But it would be no use; they needed one another to comfort one another, but no one had any idea what to do. Then Gerda came up with an idea.

Tom came into Bill’s room and told him that they were on TV. He went over and sat down, watching the Television screen (it was really Gerda taking a video of their performance. The dvd was in the drive, updated on Kylie’s laptop with YouTube). Bill watched himself singing the last notes of Totgeliebt and then kneel down on the stage, knowing that feeling…the feeling of throwing up inside…
Bill’s eyes filled with tears, but not just for Monica. He was letting thousands of fans down whom had come to watch the show. He went back to his room and shut the door. Then Monica was broughten to watch the clip, and she also began crying for the fans and for Bill. She got up and headed for Bill’s room.

Monica entered Bill‘s room with a little hesitancy. But then she sat down next to Bill and put her hands around his waist. He looked up at her and turned his face away, not wanting her to see him cry.
She whispered in his ear, “I still love you.” and then got up.
Bill looked up at the white wall. What had she said? She still loved him? Then why had she broken up with him, made him feel this pain? Tom and Gerda left to go play billiard with Georg and Kylie. Bill went into his room, and found Monica crying on his bed. He kneeled down in front of her and pushed her head up gently with his finger. Monica looked into his eyes, and Bill into hers. He kissed her gently and said, “If you ever feel like coming back to me, remember, I’ll always love you.”
Monica flung herself on him and kissed his cheek. “I love you so much, Bill…I had heard from so many people that being your girlfriend would be so bad…”
Bill hugged her. “And you believed them?”
Monica looked at him again, and Bill at her. Bill kissed her again, feeling her tounge gently poke his and his hers, and then they went into such an entanglement of kissing and hugging that they didn’t even notice Tom and Gerda return from billiard.
When they finally unlocked, Monica blushed a red and Bill adjusted a stray piece of hair.
“I’m so sorry,” Monica said.
Bill hugged her. “It’s okay. I love you and I’ll never leave you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Bill looked at Monica and hugged her again. He was so happy she had returned to him… and he would never want her to scare him like that again. The trip was back on again. They headed straight for their next stop, where their fans were getting restless from waiting. The whole way Monica and Bill didn’t leave one another’s sight and kissed each other passionately when they were alone. On the express plane they spent most of the ride whispering to one another and kissing each other.
On the next concert, Bill song Totgeliebt, this time without having to end the concert. He song Wir Sterben Neimals Aus as well. The crowd was wild; the performance was spectacular. Whenever the chorus for Wir Sterben Niemals Aus came up, firework-like shoots would come out in front of the stage and the fans would shriek louder than they had thought possible. After the concert they decided to go to a nice Italian restaurant and sit altogether, thinking of what they would do on their next concert.
“I think we should make a new song as soon as possible.” Georg said, hugging Kylie and taking a bite of his spaghetti.
“I was thinking of that,” Bill said.
“It should have some fast music,” Tom suggested, biting his slice of peppperoni pizza.
“And some awesome words,” Bill said, already thinking of lyrics.
Gustav was quiet, munching on his ravioli. Gerda and Monica were talking quietly to one another about how good it was that Bill and her were back together. Gerda was also worried about her relationship with Tom, as Monica was. Maybe they’d go for some amazing other star instead of them, a pair of regular girls who traveled with them.

Back at their hotel, Bill and Monica slept together, as all of the couples had gotten used to doing. Gustav was glad he got he couch; he could watch TV for as long as he wanted instead of listening to Georg playing his PSP against Tom, who would be on the other side of the penthouse, and then lose or win, which would bring out a substantial amount of hollering.
Bill and Monica spent their time together throughout each day, walking around some shops, occasionally running from crazy photographers or fans, or going together for a romantic dinner in an expensive restaurant.
Tom and Gerda went together everywhere, and weren’t afraid to make out in front of other people (although they did to this also secretly when they wanted to be alone together). They slept together often and had a really tight love connection.
Georg and Kylie were perfectly fit for one another, and, fron Kylie the boys weren’t teased about their girlfriends. Rather, they teased Georg daily, paying him back for al the times he had teased them
Gustav, while they were in Las Vegas, met one of his old friends Elena, and took her along with the gang.

In Las Vegas Tom and Bill got really good at the casinos, as Monica and Gerda did as well. If they got a good amount of money they would take their girlfriends to a nice restaurant and then later they would go and watch fireworks if there was any. The gang was getting used to America, but as their tour ended, they were a little depressed that they had to leave such an amazing country, where so much had happened. But then again, they had Tokyo and many other screaming fans up ahead for them.
Monica and Gerda were also happy to be going around the world, but still having the bit of fear in them. Elena and Kylie were enjoying their time with their boyfriends (Elena and Gustav had eventually gotten together) and not thinking about their boyfriends going away from them; they were enjoying the time they had together.
But when they got to the airport, they had serious problems.

THE END

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