- By Silvia. - www.tokiohotelfiction.com
-Tom's point of view.
People love to think our life is easy. According to them, we wake up whenever we want to, eat as much as our stomachs let us and never gain weight, go shopping all day long and have the time of our lives, and then, in the end, we play our little concert because we, too, have to do something during the day.
If only they knew half of the things we do?
That's true -- we, as a band, are followed and guided by several people who work for us, and I'm not going to deny it. But that doesn't mean we don't have anything to do on our own. Honestly though? Bill does that all for us.
When there's something to do for the band, Bill always does his best to do it.
When we have an interview and we need an interpreter?
The four boys had just entered the elevator together with their body guard, Saki, whose duty was to escort the band to the van safe and sound.
"When we get to the buses we're going to travel straight to Munich. Once we're there, you have two interviews settled with the Bravo magazine and another English one, the OK!; other than that, you have a photo shooting for I don't remember who. Then, you'll do the sound check for tonight's concert. Any questions?"
As always, Saki reminded the boys of the days schedules in the lift, just to make sure they were aware of the tons of work they had in sight. No one always had any objections, as they were always too sleepy to even think properly; no one but Bill, though.
"Saki? Do we have an interpreter?" Saki ignored the teen's question and kept staring straight ahead of himself. Bill sighed and the other guys exchanged glances.
"Saki, we need an interpreter? we can't talk in English." Again, Bill was ignored, until Saki grabbed his black walkie talkie and called Toby, telling him to book an interpreter for the morning.
When we have the actual interview and have to stay awake in order to answer the boring questions?
"Hello guys, I'm Corinna and I'm from the Bravo. We've seen each other already some months ago?" the blond girl introduced himself. She was rather laid-back, and that was something the boys liked.
"Hello, nice to see you again," Bill said and took a seat in front of Corinna, leaving room for Tom and Gustav to join him on the booth, while Georg sat on its armrest. He had always wondered why they gave them small booths when they knew the band was made of four people and not three.
"So guys, let's start. I'm not going to ask you why you're named Tokio Hotel," she laughed and Bill joined, even though she wasn't funny at all. "Okay, my first question is: when's the new album due to?"
Sighing inwardly, Bill put on a fake smile and looked thoughtful. "We really don't know, we have several songs ready to record but we haven't had time to do that yet. We think it could be released by Christmas though."
"Excellent!"she cheered, faking enthusiasm just as much as the band. "Question number two: are you going to settle other concerts in Germany when you're back from the USA?"
That time, Bill really wanted to roll his eyes at the girl, but held himself back for the sake of the band. "We really hope so! It's not us who settle dates around Europe, so we can't tell you now, but we don't want to give up hopes."
Faking another smile, Bill answered all the other useless questions and made it through the whole interview, not making the others bother to pay attention to Corinna once.
When we're holding the concert and have to read whatever the girls write on their banners and bear their cries of pain and joy --
"Bill, give me a child..?" Bill read from a banner in the front raw.
The girls screamed even louder, getting as wild as never before. "Here, now?" Bill giggled and shrugged the thought off simply, trying not to raise the tension in the venue. He looked over the crowd once again and read another banner.
"Georg, fuck me through the monsoon." Bill turned to his left and looked at Georg. "Looks like you're busy tonight heh Georg?"
Bill enjoyed reading the banners the girls spent so much time doing, but most of all he did it to give the others a break. Looking around himself, all his band mates nodded at him, signalling him they were ready to continue.
"The next song is-- Der Letzte Tag!"
When all we want to do is head to the hotel and sleep the rest of our lives, but can?t let down the fans who are waiting to see us--
When the boys had reached the hotel, Saki handed them their markers; they all groaned, except for Bill. "C'mon guys, the least we can do is sign a small piece of paper for them! They wait for hours just to see us for a minute?"
That speech always worked on his band mates, and gave them the motivation they needed to stand on their feet for twenty other minutes before crawling in bed.
Pulling on his camera-smile, Bill stepped on the side walk and greeted the girls, before taking all the gifts they had for him and signing everything they handed him.
Then at night, when the day's over and we're ready to have our rest, my time finally comes. At night, when Bill pulls off his public-persona to wear his more comfortable own one, it's time for me to walk into his bedroom and grab hold of the situation.
"Knock knock," Tom said while opening the door to Bill's bedroom. He shut it close behind is back and walked further into the room, to find his little brother curled into a ball on the big, queen sized bed, his clothes and make up still on.
Tom smiled and sat on the bed beside his twin. "Bill?"
When he received a groan as an answer, Tom knew he got the permission to get his brother ready to bed. Raising from the bed, Tom took off first his shoes and then his clothes, all the while trying to handle the tired body as gently as it deserved. Then, Tom proceeded to remove the thick make up from Bill?s eyes and, when he was finally done and satisfied with his job, he tucked him in bed.
Then, as any other night, Tom undressed himself of his baggy clothes and stepped under the covers, scooting as close to his brother as he could, and wrapped his long arms around his back.
I know that most of the people think my brother is loved by anyone, surrounded by people who admire him and all the time taken care of. For what I can say, this is the only thing that is completely true. And, as his brother and lover, I feel like it's my duty to remember him each day how wonderful he is.
Brushing his fringe out of Bill?s eyes, Tom put a kiss on Bill's forehead and whispered his good night in his ear, finally voicing what he had been thinking of the whole day. "Being you can't be easy."
Wow, ikke sant?
Her for eksempel driver vi på med en poeng konkurranse og jeg tror vi kunne få over 5000 poeng for å synge noen sanger som tittelen begynte med noen bestemte bokstaver. Gruppen vår som het "Ung og Sprek" kom på andre plass med litt over 22000poeng. Var favoritt gruppa til vi kom med en litt ... voksen vits på slutten av et skuespill vi fremførte. Oopsi : ) Dessverre er dette siste året mitt på leir med mindre vi utbrer til videregående også.. 
Elvis, ladies and gentlemen!
spist mat.. masse mat.
tatt bilder av familien :)
