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I do not know much about Henry Miller. To tell you the truth, I did read a book, just started the second, got bored quickly (but it is often the case when I read one after the other two novels of same author, I lose the taste for discovery of a style). And yet, not knowing almost nothing about who is best known as a writer, I wanted to see his side missed a painter.

watercolors and lithographs exposed to dorothy's gallery are imbued with a sweet naivete, a certain innocence, as if the painting was the work of the child remained nestled in the back of Miller. The author talks about travel, love, life, vibrant colors that illuminate his paintings recall Klee, Gauguin, Chagall, Kandinsky and a bit. Henry Miller said of his own work as "the devil in writing, but painted the angel." Probably.

Around Miller, three contemporary artists. Talking rapidly from Arnaud Prinstet , French painting a self portrait every day for 10 years. I fear that his paintings on display to dorothy's gallery are not the most interesting part of his work, since I have seen on his website he used techniques other than simple brush strokes (including dripping). Unfortunately, even if they open the way for réflexionsur image and identity, self-portraits on display here are actually quite flat, unlike the digital sublime portrait of Marilyn directed by Jean-Robert Franco .

Franco uses superimposed images to superimpose old and new emotions, and it works pretty well. The sensation is quite indescribable go ahead and make up your own mind (that's the tip!).

The last artist Soon-Young Lee is also a photographer and sculptor as well. His work for the Living Room series begins with the creation of interiors colorful, teeming with life, signs of activity, like so many perfect dollhouse. Except that these interiors are owned by nature. The singularly chaotic harmony between nature and artifacts, photographs shown on huge, frightening, leaving the hope that nature takes its course in the human world. A bit like a sweet dream ...

Give me some hope

Give me a bit heaven

Give me some love

Three to Miller summarizing well the imprint left by the show.

to see until April 4,

at Dorothy's Gallery

27, rue Keller, 75011

m ° Bastille / Voltaire

Wednesday to Saturday from 13h to 19h,

Tuesdays and Sundays from 16h to 19h.
The work of Miller
hung all year!

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Orthodox Catechesis for children and adolescents

Schedule for catechesis for the first half of 2011: Sunday
January 30
Sunday, February 13 Sunday, March 13


Sunday, April 3 Saturday, April 23 Sunday, May 8

Sunday, June 5 Sunday, June 26


Sessions begin at 9:30 pm and are open to all children and adolescents, members of the parish community or not.
Information from the Father Christopher (coordinates listed cons).

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ideal man # 11: Pedro Cruz-Bardem

A wise reader asked me to take a look at this week baby Bardem-Cruz. For more convenience we'll call Pedro. No, this name was not chosen randomly but taking into account two factors: 1. Penelope and Javier is English and discreet, they no doubt we will avoid such dubious names Kal-El, Tim-Elvis, Phinnaeus Walter, Elijah Bob Patricius or Guggi Q and Rocco Mick Jagger 2. Almodóvar. Let us therefore on the cradle of the little Pedro with the critical eye of the fairy who was not invited at Cedars-Sinai to celebrate.

I failed you paste a picture out of a baby simulator,

but the child was a proof that all babies are not cute.

Pretender: Bardem Pedro Cruz, a few days old yet, but imagine that we are in 2029.

Objectively, it is ... son superstars of English cinema in full conquest of Hollywood, the godson of Almodovar and Monica Cruz, has brown eyes, brown hair and necessarily has inherited what his parents have more guns, because more and do more.

is the ideal man because ... as we said a little earlier, he recovered what these parents have more guns: the manly presence of his father, his mother's grace, the humor of the two (we bet, we bet). It has the natural elegance of those who have attended as artists since their childhood while being held alongside the star system. In addition, we are in 2029 and in 2029, dear reader, you hair cell age to be a cougar (or a wolf, if you're a player). Coincidence? I do not think.

Yes, but ... Pedro already has all the high school at his feet, open minds and also that his parents may be, they probably prefer to see a youngster of his age and mine risk a little annoying, when well even your skin fresh lifted would like a rash of child happy. And discretion is very nice, but what's the point of going out with a Bardem-Cruz if you're not - at least a little - in the spotlight?

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tedxparis, my top 5.

And now, 2 weeks later, my top 5 of the disordered TEDxParis. I know, two weeks are about 14 Internet years, but I needed to watch the action again to confirm my impressions (and site of Canal +, I can not stand it) (and then the videos are embedabeul finally!)

Elisabeth Laville: Innovation, new frontier of sustainable development
clean factories is good, but we must go further.

Stephen Klein: Can you think of the origin of the universe?

astrophysicist Sir, we fully agree, there after the big bang, it's for you, before there is for us. John Paul II to Stephen Hawking.

Rafi Haladjian: Radical innovation

Innovation is just not knowing where you are going, but go anyway.

Eric Brun-Sanglard : "Designing Blind"


Close your eyes more often to see better.

Patrick Chappatte: A new model of reporting

BD emotion.

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you seen, I felt sorry for you, my reader,

I did not put the video of Nicolas Bedos.

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Theatre : The eyes of Anna

Witchcraft and wall eyes. Exclusion and intelligence.

Anna is an exceptional girl. His look and his gifted disturb his classmates. In the manner of the witches of Salem by Arthur Miller, she is accused of all evils. Like the witches of Salem were picking on her and no one, neither his parents nor his few friends, can help.

Characters Eyes Anna are well constructed and interpreted by very good actors. The staging is inventive and lyrical touches, as if the characters were constantly on the verge of switching to the Passion. An invisible escape ongoing violence, but the text. Damage may be the subject of exclusion or - in my view - treated effectively, certainly, but somewhat adolescent ... When the lights come back, there is still a little hungry ...

Text: Luc Tartar

Staging and order writing: Yamina Hashemi

to see until 12 February to Theatre of the North Star .

(click-click for hours!)

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ideal man # 10: greg house

Oh oh oh, after months and weeks of wandering, I swallowed two days in the twenty episodes that I missed having seen the entire first series that appealed to me ...

Before, I was afraid of needles. Now I can not get enough.

Pretender: Dr. Gregory House

Objectively, it is ... talented diagnostician at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital and filf ideal. Following the erroneous diagnosis of another physician, he has removed some of the muscle of the left thigh, where the cane. It is surrounded by a team of three doctors, his best friend Wilson and the hospital director, Lisa Cuddy.

It is the ideal man because ... misanthropic, cynical, addicted to painkillers, there is an incarnation of the doctor desperate to save his patients of lupus. According to his interpreter, House is guided by the refusal "to obey the ordinary contingencies of modern life." Sexy and rebel, you love. (Yeah, I sound like a magazine for chicks, not enthusiast) As he refuses to see his patients outside of emergencies, it is almost sure he will not bring miasma of infectious disease at home and / or it does not barrera one morning with a patient about to die 24 hours earlier. And then her blue eyes ... Han, words fail me.

Yes, but ... drugged to forget the pain, hard science to forget he is fallible, frequenting prostitutes to forget her boss, Lisa Cuddy no, no hello ...

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For the curious ones, the character of House is loosely based on written two series: Sherlock Holmes , and diagnoses chronicled by Dr. Lisa Sanders for the NYT Magazine .

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I'm fine, thank you

For once, I take full maternity photography.

Like what all happens.

I am human

. It should start with that, because these three words contain some things that I have too often forgotten. I am human, fallible, imperfect, and logically egocentric, or should I be. Humanity was delivered to me with a lot of neuroses, follies, strange and personal sensibility. They are part of the spirit that accommodates my coprs. Worse, they are an engine. Without going to call them creative, because creativity is a big word, these are the obsessions, flaws and peculiarities on edge that makes me move. I only work to overcome them. Yes, of course m'handicapent they sometimes, but they belong to me and define me somehow. They are my reason to live inside, without them I probably ever reach perfect happiness that only can maintain the routine. This is only my opinion. And then there's the other. The other decides that all his lungs should be suppressed because no one can claim to be, even what fragmentary, the fruit of his past. Another who believes so much in self-definition that ignores the path to see only crumbs dusted past non-self. The other who once despaired and withdrew from the battle with demons that are not his family and asked for nothing. That day was painful, but the door was open then left infiltrate a breeze that people feel free in their faces across the city.

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somewhere

"Gege, you got hacked the poster for the French freelance viewer that there are two main characters?
- Yeah, well, it ' is at the printer.
- Wait, but what's the trick above the title in the trees?!
- Ah, that's chin Audrey Tautou, is for the cultural adaptation!

- Good idea, here! You feel that you will soon ask for a raise, little rascal! "

We thought that Sofia Coppola had finished his sublime trilogy on women and teens. Maybe there she added a component. Somewhere is the story of a teenager and his actor father. They barely know, come together almost by chance, observed carefully. He takes skating to be tampering with his blackberry, she prepares for brunches do lists while he eats. These two guys are bored. We, too, a little. It would take away quite a few seconds every contemplative the hero on his strippers, luxury hotels, star of his life unaware that he relishes nothing. It would remove quite a few pauses in silent heroine, faced with a father she does not know yet how it is remote. But that would mean losing everything that makes this movie a table. A table, without beginning, without end, eternal, suspended from the people you admire and who one day discover that they are only little.

Haaaaan too choupinette, Elle Fanning!

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Nicolas Bedos touched my shoulder (three times) the ideal man

The genesis of this note is raised a multitude of questions: Should he write? Will she not redundant with note published six months ago to the day ? Edward B. does he not feel abandoned? Do I not still impersonate Bobois groupie? Or rather: how am I ready to take my groupie status Bobois? Again confess my love to Nicolas B. , do not you burn some steps and a commitment to ask too much too fast? Until you convince me to testify to expose to the world the first fruits of this relationship too quickly consumed by the excess of passion.

First, context: Saturday to close the TEDxParis (which we will say something intelligent later), Nicolas Bedos week presented pathological liar of the year 2040 . As was the TED and there were open-Savoie fondue and wine at the end , Nicolas was there, available, open, ready to be tackled. In short, he was waiting for me. Having spotted, but fearing that we retain our sense know that once our eyes are crossed, I reluctant to talk to him. It finally Rights - the unconscious - that inspires me (-in-crime) and a conversation with: My wife loves you, it made me discover your columns during the holidays, we had sex just after, go figure , which gives me the opportunity to continue with the evocation of mourning for my About Idol on his inability to kiss the black , what himself says he tells a lot of crap but at least I have the good taste to pull the white .

And there, he said. Yes, he said: OHLA, she's beautiful girlfriend, she must miss you when she flies, she left two weeks, you should feel it's been a year. Touching my shoulder. Three times. A fourth time and I bought one of his books. A fifth and I would have read.

Leaving the cool of January, a first point of Rights - the clairvoyant: The comedians are genetically or touch then it's you who makes them right? The gene tactility not exist, the answer seems obvious.

And a second point of Rights - the jealous Damn, they took my character to reinvest their emotional frenzy on You. It's still amazing . In my opinion, see note above.

Nicolas Bedos told me three times I was beautiful, and it is great, I love to be told lies.

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# 9: Human Ideas Worth Spreading gq

A good soul (male) gave land on my wall this week a video that naturally imposes the choice of the ideal man of the week. First, the video:

Pretender: GQ man.

Objectively, it is ... yuppie, or so old quadra beautiful (but not enough to be spontaneous filf ) wannabe trendy GQ reader, of course, but beyond to buy this sub-male version of Elle and her pages on the Delft blue, he followed his advice to the letter mode and lifestyle.

Yes, I bought GQ to sleep with Hugh Laurie write this note.

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It is the ideal man because ... GQ man has it all. It is sporty, stylish, sexy, holds a good job, funny (Very), muscular, charismatic, romantic, sensual, animal lover, a little De Niro, partygoer and a little rebellious. With a sour taste in tweed suits, pedestal-speakers, TV shows, spectacles to the New York fashion, it will provide an appropriate gift for your sister Mouflets, combining brilliantly sweater and cardigan and polar bear so stylish while spreading its culture-jam on the original logo of a clothing brand winter.

Yes, but ... GQ man follows the advice that all men read GQ (which is provided by columnists sometimes seen too too-lus). Man GQ is beautiful, fresh, zero defects, clean and neat, elegant and gallant. Too even. Taken by the hand, the GQ man launches into the surf without desire, without passion in a show, you and lead you to the end of the world for the pleasure of being seen. To be too taken by the hand, it lacks perhaps spontaneity in his madness?

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Personal note: On page 122 of issue of this month, between The lumberjack shirt combo + T-shirt with long sleeves and buttonhole is there a good basic? and Do we really worship jeans? , GQ slipped one existential question: Should smoking a pipe? and managed to insert this sentence in the response magnificent If you are a man neither young nor old and you have an ounce of irony, please!

course everyone is free to do what he wants from me and the idea of a preaching anti-tobacco until someone sends me smoke in his eyes and lungs. Sometimes a good fag is essential, as on an ad showing a picture of Gainsbourg or Delon. However, it seems quite inappropriate to encourage the reader to the consumption of tobacco in because a few celebrities smoking pipe. A bit like those ridiculous 60s pubs where smoking made beautiful.

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In his words, Yoko froze.
In this story, she had even forgot it was Sunday, and Tuesday she was supposed to take his shift at the plant.

A disgusting desire to vomit it came from the innermost parts and in a second, her job, her apartment and all his rotten life he got into his face as hard as she was flanked by the slap to poor Billy.

- ... You want to go ... tomorrow? She uttered with a trembling voice she can not hide.
- Chou, I have absolutely no desire to leave the tour, but you know it's the same thing whenever it feels the end ...
- Nan but this is not the same! I ...
- and how it's different this time! The cut Terry, looking sorry.

Yoko felt his chin trembled and swallowed a violent rise of tears.
She looked up Andreas sitting in front of it watching them without understanding a word of conversation.

Feeling the catastrophe coming, Terry got up and took Yoko's hand to take him out of the room, the hallway dark and quiet.

The cries of fans came again fill the air, stronger and heavier this time, and Yoko laid his hands on his ears before burst into tears.

- I do not want from Terry! I can not J'te swear I can not!

She was completely panicked at the thought of returning home alone, leaving Billy and his amazing universe and resume her daily dish die until the next lightning would illuminate his sad life.

- Yoko calm yourself! We'll stay a little longer I promise! Terry responded to the crisis of panic seized her friend.

Yoko tried to calm down and looked up to heaven, running her fingers under her eyes to wipe away the tears that flowed unrestrained down her cheeks.

- Damn ... "she whispered.

Terry took her in his arms and the familiar smell of her hair helped her to calm down and regain his senses.

A little further beside them, people came and went without stopping in the buffet room by throwing curious looks and bizarre.

- It's fucking Terry, I'm completely hooked! Yoko finished wiping the tears that had fallen on the badge of Billy.

The small blonde broke into a gentle laugh lens and bent down to kiss his girlfriend on the cheek.

- I think I heard this phrase a million times. On his

words, she once again took her hand and she led him through the gray concrete hallway to the bathroom.

Given the huge mirror, now disguised carefully and Yoko went a little red lip gloss.
It seemed that she had almost cried.

Terry was beside her and she watched her quietly, biting his lower lip.

Yoko wanted so she understands that this time it was not just a fucking rockstar with any in the bottom of a tour bus as it was able to be so often ...

- Go do not think, for now we have a huge concert ahead whew! Terry finally threw its reflection.

Yoko smiled and smoothed her hair again before taking Terry out of toilets to redo the road in reverse, and re-enter the large room full of agitation.

Bill and Tom were there and were talking together near where Ian was sitting, and Andreas Georg, who was once again hanging on the phone.

- Oh Yoko you fall Well, I need you! He suddenly threw the beautiful Billy, turning to her crimped hair and make-up as a stolen truck, dragging him by the hand out of the room.

She followed him to his dressing room without saying anything, her hand was so sweaty that he grabbed a little harder to keep it from slipping from her grasp.

He was again sitting on the comfortable chair in front of the dresser, then he closed the door.
Yoko looked at him from top to bottom and found it was extremely well camouflaged his injury in a ten-centimeter layer of foundation, which gave his face an absolutely perfect porcelain skin.

He began rummaging through countless bags and stir in the room, speaking so fast that Yoko did not understand a word.

-Billy ... BILL!

He stopped short, two t-shirt in his hands trembling.

- What!

She smiled softly and he pursed his lips, she could feel his nerves to ten miles away.

Yoko stood up and walked towards him with a confidence that surprised herself, and passed his arms around the neck of a young man to shake his little body up against her.
She felt his hands grasp her waist and caressed her skin under her t-shirt with the tip of her nails.

His heart races like this every time he touched her, and she inhaled the smell of hairspray, makeup and cigarette in his lungs.

They stayed there for a minute, then he took off to search his laptop which sounded the depths of his pocket and picked up strongly in its groping in another pocket with his free hand to pick up his packet of cigarettes.

Yoko noticed he was on the dressing table. Guessing that it was he sought, she seized a long slim package and handed him a smile.

Billy closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead while talking on the phone, then he took the cigarette and put it to his lips.

- I remind you, I promise. Bye.

She watched one minute swing his big expensive laptop in the bag at his feet and seek his lighter.
She saw he was really stressed.

A wave of cries made him close his eyes and leaned against the dresser to try to calm down.

- Stop, you send me all your nerves! Yoko threw out his little black lighter that had remained beside the packet of cigarettes.
- How many concerts he will I do to stop stressing out like a moron! He whispered to himself as by lighting her cigarette nervously.
- You know, even after ten years of career, Mick Jagger still languished stress before going on stage ! She said, seizing her hand to caress his back.

He looked down at her and smiled.

- It's awful, I feel that every second that passes is one more step on the board to the sharks ... He replied before pushing the tip of his thumb in his mouth to chew small skin of his teeth with a perfect imperfection, staring into space.

- By the way, why did you need me? Innocently asked the girl.
- I hesitated between two t-shirts, but I'll keep this one on me that I actually ...

Yoko looked down to see the end of Billy torso.
The shirt in question was simple, deep black, and around his neck glittered a huge necklace of several silver chains, after which hung a big shiny cross.

- It's ... it very well!

The look of the girl then asked the two t-shirts that Bill had sent on a chair to take her in his arms a few minutes earlier, and a violent hysteria threatened to seize her when she recognized the shirt "The Icon" red on which she had so much fantasizing picture.

- I know this one ... .. She says in a tone as calm as possible, pointing to the shirt of a finger.

Billy laughed as if he had read through it like an open book.

- Yes, It seems to me that it goes well ...

Yoko looked at one minute finish her cigarette, saying nothing.
When he crushed the glowing butt into the ashtray, he turned to the girl and frowned.

- Yoko, what you think when you look at me like that,

The girl blinked his eyes several times as if she had just returned to reality, and sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

- I may just be dreaming ... He stopped

a minute and continued to trim his thumb.

- I understand that all this may seem to you ... weird ... Anyway ... I try to imagine ...

Yoko chuckled imagining the mental gymnastics that would crack down in his little brain.

- I think it must be the same effect as hearing his own song turn loop on major radio stations, "she replied with a smile.

He stopped biting his thumb and took off his butt to catch the hairdresser's hand Yoko and draw in his long thin arms, trapping and a long minute.

- Yoko ... I was scared he whispered in her ear.

The girl bit her lips and stroked her back from beneath his shirt.

- It's okay ... it seems that this is just the first ten minutes ...
- Not that we ....

Yoko started.

We .

She had no time to begin to dissect this sentence in his head that knocked at the door quickly.

- Bill, It's Time! Launched Tom's voice from the hallway.

The young Billy moved away from the arms of Yoko, and the latter felt his heart break into a thousand million small pieces before the look he gave her, a mixture of fear, anxiety and stress.

He blew loudly by inflating his cheeks and grabbed Yoko's face to be a long wet kiss on her forehead.

- See you in two hours.

On his words, he looked one last time in the big mirror, passing his hand through his hair, grabbed her black leather jacket and went out of her box, leaving the door wide open behind him.

Yoko twins followed a minute, then she realized they were heading or where she had seen the son everywhere and all the guitars, just behind the stage.

In the shadows of backstage or only flashlights shone here and there, a crowd of people surrounded them and squalling, accompanied by the cries of screaming fans, then just twenty yards behind the big black curtain.

Yoko moved away from the herd to avoid interference and began to search for Terry, Ian Andreas or even eyes. But they were not there.
She wondered if she had the same right to be there, at the very heart of the action to H-ten seconds of the plunge.

His heart was pounding in the dark, and she thought she was at least as many pinball Billy.

from where she was, she saw the profile of the stage and fans huddled on the right wing of the advance or the big logo was Tokio Hotel.
Their hands were tense and Yoko could even see the expressions on their faces contorted as if they were all suffering from excruciating pain.

They awaited all, they were there to watch her little perfect, to hear them sing what makes them vibrate in months, they were waiting for them, him, her Billy.

The room lights were extinguished and a wave of screaming him to stick his hands over his ears, and she continued to observe the commotion around the monumental four young boys as if an invisible force prevented him from moving, or even to look elsewhere.

They set their headphones, their mic receivers and other equipment ultra hi-tech, they were given a drink of water, they talked.
Billy did not move his feet and stared.

God she would have liked to hug one last time.

blinding white spots began to flash around the stage at the same time as the beat went up deaf in the intro, while Tom, Georg and Gustav came on stage in the dark to disappear from the fields of vision of Yoko.

Tom's guitar suddenly tore the air, and the screams of fans rampaged across the stage. Ubers ende der
Welt had begun.

Yoko did not leave Billy eyes hoping for a last glimpse of his hand before he left to conquer the Colorline Arena, but he did not.
She wondered if he even saw it was there, hidden in the dark.

She saw quickly say two words to the technician who handed her his microphone, then he beat the rhythm of his song with his head and hopped before taking off on the stage to thunderous cries which sank in the slightest particle of flesh Yoko.
pressure on her shoulder made her jump and turn around quickly.

- David you scared me! She let go.
- Come on, there are better places from there, you'll be able to see everything.

She followed the manager who led the other side of the backstage, in a corner overlooking the left wing of the stage, hidden behind black curtains.

Here in this little corner, Yoko found Terry, Ian, Andreas, and echoing the voice of Bill Kaulitz on stage, inflame the packed stadium with his song.

" Komm, TDD
eines kann noch mal der anfang ist zum morgen seinder
greifen nah"

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The still small voice and powerful young man crossed Yoko everywhere.
Not only she could hear it three hundred and decibels in his ears through the amps of the arena, but in addition it could also hear his real voice unamplified out of his mouth perfect, right next to her.

She then realized he was really there beside her, and he sang, his hand on his stomach, the microphone rolled between his fingers horizontally and staring straight ahead.

She watched from below, savoring every second of military that moment she was sure that nothing else in his life would not match, murmuring the lyrics of the song along with him after the his lips.
On the last words of the song, his voice cracking died in an echo that rang long into the vastness of the empty stadium.

He waited a moment without moving, then said a few words into his microphone, and extinguished it, sitting down next to Yoko.

She dared not even look at him, so shabbily she felt insignificant next to him.
space of a moment, she saw it a few weeks ago, listen to this song in your iPod by going to work, dreaming that maybe one day she would be able to shake hands with his interpreter.

He cast a sidelong glance and Yoko could read all the satisfaction that reflected her smile.
Her little heart almost stopped beating when Billy grabbed his hand and slid her long slender fingers between his.

She gave a little giggle and ran his hand mechanically into the hair to arrange them, without taking his eyes rimmed black nails white perfectly manicured the young man on his back with his own hand, like to make sure it was not a hallucination.

He again took the microphone he had placed on the seat next to him with his free hand and brought it to his mouth.

- Ok, I descended.

He dropped the hand of Yoko to the great regret of it, and she looked down the stairs, turning to smile at him again.

Yoko suddenly closed his eyes, thrust his head between his knees and tried to drive off the image that imposed itself before his eyes, but in vain.

He stood before her, head bowed back and the water was beading on his lips parted, she could even hear her gasping, lemony taste his skin at the base of her neck, smell her hair smooth flow through his fingers and his little body trembling against his.

She gently raised his eyes, he was now on stage, back to the arena and talked with his brother.

Yoko sighed and thought, looking around her in a few hours, she should share it with two dozen of thousands of fans.

She rose and began to descend the stairs to reach the pit leading to the scene.
Terry, Ian and Andreas were there, sitting in the front row of the bleachers, each with a huge slice of pizza in his hands. When

saw Terry rushed toward her, placing his hand on the lap of pizza from Ian who gasped without the little blonde there attention.

- Yoko! nan but what did you hear that! Cried her eyes shining.
- Uh ... what?
- But the song! Ahhhh I've never had so many thrills in my life!

Yoko chuckled thinking THE STATE in which it had set.

- not even imagine! She replied in a wide smile, eyes to heaven.
- Yokoooo we will attend the concert of Tokio Hotel from backstage! Murmured she, stamping on the spot.

Yoko laughed.

- Yes!

The little blonde grabbed her friend and hugged him.

- Thanks, thanks to you, it's crazy!

She broke away from Yoko. His eyes twinkled
and his big mouth displayed the smile the happiest she had ever seen.

- I come back, "said Yoko. I'll get pizza, I'm too hungry! By yourself or go? I'm not lost a thing of quiet ...
- For the scene, Terry said simply.

Yoko walked away from her friend and began to cross the pit by thanking God that there's supposed to have a lot of people among whom confused around the scene.

She got the top side and risked a glance at Billy, who looked absolutely do not, still speaking into the microphone silent hand raised to his ear.

She slipped backstage and began to search the room or was the food.
She found fairly easily, but when crossing the door, a huge vigil with a shaved head caught her by the arm and turned quickly towards him.

- Hela miss, what are you doing here?

Yoko frowned. It was not someone from the crew, was certain.

- Uh ... I'm with the band, I ...
- Do you have a badge? The cut he coldly.
- Well not exactly, but take him to see me or David Saki, they will tell you!

But apparently the vigil did not hear it that way.

- You can not stay here if you do not have a badge.

On his words, he drew Yoko through the corridors to the exit. It was struggling, groaning of "wait, I'm with the band, hanging at the end of his arm, wondering or DEVIL people were all the staff now that she needed them.

They left through the same door and approached dangerously toward the gate.
sought Yoko's first vigil that had missed the eyes, but she did not see him.
She knew that if she crossed the grid, it was bloody.

Suddenly, fans of the other side of the gate began not to scream, but screaming . The security guard stopped
big surprise, and looked Yoko corner of the eye as if she had caused this hysteria.

was just not possible.

The girl looked up at the little hands with painted nails black stretched across the grid and his pulse quickened when she heard screaming the dangerously named Bill.

She turned quickly and ... in fact, Billy had left the building and ran after. The vigil
Yoko dropped and walked away as and when Bill approached, feeling like he had done something stupid.

- All right, let go there once in front of them, breathless.
"She is with me."

The screams were redoubled and Yoko saw a lot of girls come running from everywhere and cluster around fans already crowded outside the gate.

He grabbed her by the wrist and brought it back without a word inside the building.
Yoko's heart was pounding and she heard a long time fan of the screaming in his head and clutching their faces in tears before his eyes.

- Damn I'm sorry! She wailed in tears, completely traumatized by the emotional lift that never ceased to rage for several hours.
- It's nothing! he replied in a light tone. I started taking taste to come save you every time! Where is your badge?
- Uh ... I dunno, I probably forgot or lost at the hotel last night ... ... I ... Finally, I remember well ...

He took out his own badge from his pocket and handed it back to Yoko the cord.

- Here take mine, I'm not really necessary.
- Oh! uh ... I'm not sure it's a good idea ... Billy

The young man paused in the middle of the deserted corridor and passed the badge around the neck of Yoko.
- The first makes you shit, come see me. He said in a firm tone, smiling, however.

His eyes stopped suddenly on the chest of Yoko and the latter felt her cheeks crimson under his gaze becoming burdensome.

- What is it? Let go she looked down on her endless cleavage hoping that there have not a piece of pizza or other stuck inside.

Billy then grabbed the star-shaped pendant between her breasts Yoko, and the girl nearly fell in apples in contact with his fingers on this part of his body.

- Ah! uh ... yes, you had forgotten ... "she stammered while wearing his hands behind his neck to loosen the clasp.
- Not that good the guards. He said smiling. It's nice on you.

Yoko hesitated, but the look he gave her the top of his meter ninety reminded him that no, she definitely could not refuse him anything.

- You sure? I mean ... it's a beautiful pendant ...
- Absolutely sure! Just go, I'm dying of hunger.

While the next Yoko that she had examined the badge around his neck. He had his photo, name, and in front of "function", he had written TOKIO HOTEL in capital letters.

The girl did not return, and a violent crisis of pride came over her, followed a mad desire to jump around, screaming and smashing the face to just anyone.

Yoko calmed down a bit when entering the room pizza. There were three technicians who discussed them in a corner and fell silent watching them enter and advance towards the buffet.

Billy ignored them completely and Yoko's surprise, he passed his hand around her waist and she could feel her long fingernails to sneak under his shirt and touching her skin.

The girl was paralyzed and cons luta itself to keep a semblance of natural air.
From the beginning, or whenever she found herself in contact Skin Bill it was a half or totally drunk, but here
she was completely lucid and she realized that since the two hours she was there, he acted with her as if they were ... together.

She blinked as if she expected to wake up alone in the bed of her small apartment across the Rhine.

They seized two huge slices of pizza and two glasses of Pepsi and left the room.

- Hey, Yoko began. They do not look comfortable in your staff guys ...

Billy shrugged.

- I know there are quite a few who like to pay our heads ... But j'men crazy really. Ultimately, it's always us they bossent.

Yoko nodded and took a sip of Pepsi.

- Where you go, that's where the scene ... I think Bill
- Yes, wait, I need something in my box.

He entered a small room a little later in the hallway, where his name was written in large letters on a sheet on the side of the door.

Yoko stayed in coaching, not daring to follow him inside, but also urges it to enter.

was quite small, and there was already a mess can not spread bags of clothes everywhere and beauty products on a table in front of a large mirror surrounded by large white bulbs.

- Eh beh! Yoko whispered, passing his hand through his hair.

The young man seemed very embarrassed.

- Uh ...
- Do not worry, she says, laughing. Thou shalt never worse than me in kind ... messy.

He smiled briefly and invited him to sit in the comfortable chair while he was rummaging in one of his bags.

Yoko obeyed and sat down observing its own reflection in the mirror, munching teeth into his pizza.
She tried as best they could not put his eye to little buttocks barely bent the young man waved his jeans too big next to her reflection in the mirror.

She closed her eyes and put his hand on his forehead. When the
reopened, Bill's face was next to hers in the mirror, trying to bite into the slice of pizza she was holding in his hand.

The only thing that came into his head at that time was that she was really nice to find gun near Bill Kaulitz was and she would just ... whatever.

She let him bite into his pizza and it's mouth full when he came to crush his little lips against those who fail to Yoko to die on the spot.
It just looked ... happy.

They left the little box and went back where the action was happening.
Yoko, still giddy, sat down next to Terry who looked too, just happy.

By observing a few moments, she s'aperçu that large hazel eyes of her friend had only for the young guitarist with long blond dreads. When
s'aperçu of his presence, Terry gave him a broad smile and kissed her cheek.

- What you got screwed all the time sweetie?

Yoko had almost forgotten that she had narrowly escaped fuck off a few minutes ago.

- A vigil has tried to squirt me because I had no badge! she replied, crunchy another piece of his pizza while watching Billy take a walk on the stage with his food, as concentrate.

- What? Terry was indignant.
- Yeah ... but you know not the best ... "she whispered. It was Bill who came to fetch me before all his fans.

Terry opened her eyes wide.

- And I inherited his badge. Yoko finished shaking the cord around his neck with his free hand.

Terry grabbed him and looked a long minute.

- Damn ... Anyway, if you did that to him on his cheek, congratulations you did not miss!

Yoko sighed, and a wave of remorse disgusting rose from the depths of his stomach.

- Stop j'te swear ... I died of shame ... I was so drunk! Fortunately nobody was present at that!
- Everybody knows it's you who has done that my beautiful ... Terry replied with an air of regret, watching Yoko sink a little in his seat.

But deep inside her, she could not deny this tiny share of pride that everyone knows that ... it was .

They remained there for a while yet to speak with Andrea and Ian.
After an hour, David came to them and said we should leave the arena because they would begin to bring the fans.

While preparing to get up to track Terry and the two boys, David lingered on the badge around his neck, and Yoko tried briefly Billy eyes in case she should scream for help as he had indicated earlier.

The young manager grabbed the bronze badge and then quickly looked up his questioning eyes to Yoko.

- Where's your badge?
- Uh .. Well in fact, I think I've forgotten at the hotel ... "she stammered.
- He gave you one?

Yoko longed to cry "a moron you think, I have not stolen" in the face, but a lousy "yes" came out instead.

He raised his eyes to heaven, before leaving across the pit, then the scene towards the boys who were gathered around the battery of Gustav.

- T minus ten seconds before you to get your new treasure confiscated ... Terry whispered beside her.

Yoko bit the corner of the lower lip.

- Shit ... "she whispered in touching the badge of his right hand.

She felt a hand on her hip, and a round face and chubby of Andreas appeared between her and Terry.

- Come girls, it must go!

They followed him backstage, and Yoko could not help slow the pace, looking about her, the son everywhere, guitars on stands or she saw written in large letters "DDM Tom 2" in black marker, and technicians who starve anywhere.

She thought that there was no place on earth or she felt better after that scene.

They went back into the big room at the buffet and they all sat around the tables or were already discussing the world rejoice in a semi relaxed atmosphere, semi stressed.

Yoko made a friendly sign to two technicians saw it all the time with Gustav, and they replied with a friendly smile.

- What time does the concert? Asked Terry to Andreas, who kept staring at the wanker with his smile.
- I do not know, uh nineteen hours I think ... You have to get two hours to twenty thousand people ... The small

Terry Lee seemed lost in thought, then she rose with a determined air before to look towards Yoko.

- I will try to sell our tickets! She whispered before leaving the room quickly without looking at anyone.
- Or will it? asked Ian.
- Uh ... take the air, I guess all that he a. .. uh ... some head-turning ...

Andreas chuckled that swallowed before the next dark and insisting that Yoko gave him.

They chatted a few moments, then the boys came with David, Saki and Tobi.

The smile that launched Billy Yoko did sneer again Andreas, who this time was replaced by Billy himself, who spun him a blow on the shoulder of the back of his hand, sitting next to him.

Yoko looked grab a can of Pepsi in one hand open before swallowing one shot. His phone rang

and his face lit up while watching the screen, then quickly picked up under the watchful eye of his brother.

- Yoko is what you want to eat something special for after the concert?

The girl turned quickly.
David was behind her, a paper and pen in hand and waiting for his answer.

- Uh ... no it's very nice thank you, I already eat a piece of pizza!
He smiled gently and walked away asking the same question to Andreas and Ian a little further.

Yoko heaved a sigh of relief, he had not returned the badge, Billy would have had the last word.

She made a round-up, they were all there, immersed in the ambient noise.
His eyes stopped on Gustav.
It was a little off and was cleverly turning sticks around with his hands, staring into the void.

His eyes came back to ask about Billy, always on the phone. The girl remained
long to hear her speak without understanding anything, just watching the expressions on his face, hear his voice, hear her laugh, watching his hands waving with a grace that even the sexiest girls n ' come not to imitate.

Suddenly he took off the phone to his ear and swung to his brother before him who caught narrowly.

- It's your mother! He threw before getting up quickly from his chair. I gotta go get ready.

On his words, he left the room, and Yoko hoped until the last second he asks her to accompany him, but he did not.
She sank so low in his chair, continuing his observations on a case by case basis.

The tension mounted as and as the minutes passed, she could easily feel it.

And where was Terry

... Suddenly, a wave of muffled screams could be heard from the other side of the door of the fila Yoko chills to the soles of his feet to the tips of his hair.

- It begins ... Tom threw her side, looking towards the door closed.

Yoko looked at him and she realized that her hand trembled excessively, on the table beside the large portable multifunction Bill.

A surge of love for the boy grabbed her and she made him smile the most gentle and sincere as she could, and he went to his lovely teeth rattling against the piercing on his lip.

He stretched then adjusting his cap and took a relaxed air that would absolutely not credible.

- It's a big room, there must be! He ended as justification for its state of stress.
- I know how you do ... it's been a while I would have hidden ten feet underground! Yoko confessed.

Tom chuckled, while a new wave of cries made him raise his head towards the door.

- It's just the first ten minutes the worst, "he said suddenly, before taking the right hand of Yoko on the table.

He began to fiddle with a long sapphire, and the girl dared not move, her hand between the fingers of the young rough and powerful guitarist.

- And shake it avoids too close to the cheek of my brother next time! He finished by dropping his hand to get up and leave the room without looking back.

Yoko remained banned for a few seconds, not knowing if it was a remark in the air or a serious warning.

She raised her eyes to Andreas who had listened to the conversation, but he carefully avoided his eyes and plunged it into her glass of soda in front of him.

Terry then entered the room, the wisps of her blond hair floating around her face serene.
She cast a glance at Yoko, it realized that she had succeeded.

She sat beside her and took some peanuts in the bowl of porcelain placed on the large white table.

- Two hundred Euros. She said in the engulfing his big mouth pink, watched by Yoko hallucinating. Now we can take a train tomorrow without worries.

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Terry watched her friend, biting his lip.

- But what do you have done!
- Damn I dunno ... I guess I forgot at the hotel! Yoko said in a irritated tone, passing his hand over his forehead.
- Do not worry ok, I get the worst and I'll find someone!

Yoko sighed and began internally slaps to have forgotten something important.

They advanced, pushing his way through fans crowding, who tried to befriend with a vigil cold as a prison door.
front gate, a girl with long black hair called to Terry, saying it was useless, they will not let the fans.

Terry gave him a big smile and pointed his badge in the direction of the All Access Vigil without leaving the girl eyes behind his dark glasses. The vigil
examined a second, then opened the gate to let her pass, but Yoko blocked which followed a wave of his hand.

fans shouted and clapped their hands Yoko on the ears in a grimace.

She looked at her friend talk of a vigil a bit further by waving his badge and pointing to the crowd of fans and was Yoko's finger, but apparently he did not want to know.

Terry motioned to his friend, especially not to move, and she disappeared into the large building.

Glued to the gate, Yoko did not dare look at the fans around her who stared a funny look by making low masses.
The same girl with dark hair approached again her and patted her on the shoulder.

- Are you gonna go?
- Uh ... sure. She said, biting his lip, hoping that it is true.
- But ... who you are?

She suddenly had an irresistible urge to scream happily in her ears she had sex with the guy whose name was written in pencil Kohl on the forehead just hours ago.

- Yoko. She replied simply a princely air.

The girl did not have time to replicate a wave of screams split the air again.
Yoko looked up, Saki was released and walked with a rapidly towards the gates, Terry trotting behind him, his badge proudly floating around his neck. The

"Sakiiiiiii" shrill were heard again and Yoko overlaid his hands over his ears, lowering his head.

The bodyguard went to the vigil and pointed the finger at Yoko.

- All right, it is with the group. He let go of his deep voice and powerful.

The vigil opened the gate and grabbed Yoko's arm to do to bring it.
The girls were screaming and pushing.

When she was on the other hand, she stepped forward and risked a glance at the twins' bodyguard.

- Thank you ... "she whispered.

His cold face split in two with a friendly smile.

- Nothing, it's part of my job.

Yoko joined Terry and all three went off the grid and fans without turning, before entering the huge arena.

- You see, everything okay. Terry whispered, as if she had guessed that the heart of his friend was about to explode.
- Are you hungry? Saki asked, turning towards them.

girls nodded, shaking his head.

They followed him into endless corridors lined with countless gray doors and crossed the world, all bearing the precious badge around his neck with their picture for some.

Suddenly a huge BOOM BOOM startled deaf girls and penetrated the body of Yoko to the marrow of his bones.

- The sound check ... "she whispered.

She did not believe she would still attend a Tokio Hotel concert from backstage.
Actually, she did not at all what happened so far.
A thrill ran through her body and she seized the arm of Terry trying to transmit the feel of the moment.

They entered a spacious room. There were
Ian, Andreas and a few people in the crew knew that Yoko.

On large tables that lined the room, it was a feast and Yoko felt his stomach jump for joy inside her little hungry.

- Yeahhh ... Terry murmured, raising a fist at his waist. Ian and Andreas

advanced towards them.

- Hi girls! So the night was long on what I see! Andreas began with a big smile when he saw Terry with a sly.

It turned slightly to Yoko and gave him a accusing gaze.

- J'te swear that I said nothing. She murmured in French.
- Yeah ... uh ... we have struggled to emerge ... she replied the young blond discolored.
- There's plenty of food if you want! The guy doing the sound check, they will come back in a while ...
- Is it possible .. go? Yoko who dared to ask, suddenly had completely forgotten about the food that called on the table.
- Yeah, you'll see it mentioned. You want to eat something before?
- Uh ... maybe after! "She said cheerfully, one foot already out of the room.

From that moment nothing mattered, she literally bursting with desire to see this.

heart pounding, she ran through the endless corridors of backstage technicians who crossed him were signs of the hand in friendly way. The boom boom

deaf and agreements electrifying the guitar of Tom guided his steps.

But after ten minutes running around in the hallways, she thought to have been lost.
There was no one around her for a while.

She got a long staircase, traversed a wide corridor and pushed open a heavy door. The sight that met
then she literally breathtaking.

The Arena, a huge, empty.

She was in the middle of the bleachers, in front of the stage which seemed so small there.
mouth wide open, she took a turn on itself to soak up all the images offered by the empty stadium seats and out of sight.

She descended a few steps and sank into a chair in the middle of a row, watching the scene before her. Lots of technicians

starve to climb the huge rotating structure around the scene, or a huge group logo already sat proudly. She preview

Tom, a guitar around his shoulders that seemed to play but no sound was heard.
Georg sat on the edge of the stage, and Gustav was installing the battery with two technicians.

Tom's guitar suddenly tore the silence and echoed like a thunderclap in the huge stadium. Yoko started, it was the first chords of "Schrei".

A shiver ran all over his body, that was why, exactly why she lived.
A room, a scene, a group, and the cry of a guitar pick that up insanely.

Suddenly a huge thud penetrated the eardrums of Yoko.
Someone tapped on a microphone on, and the noise echoed through the stadium.

"Yokoooo ..."

The girl jumped up and his heart began to beat a hundred miles an hour.
She was sure that half the town had heard the voice of Billy Crystal pronounce his name, which sounded again and again to the depths of the Colorline Arena with a power that spun him gooseflesh.

Right as an 'i' in the middle of the bleachers, she sought Bill's gaze sweeping each row that was offered to her, but did not find him.
It could be anywhere.

The broken voice of Billy again split the air into a happy little laugh and the girl smiled, continuing to search for the eyes.

Behind her she heard footsteps down the bleachers.
His heart was about to explode when she turned to cross the huge almond eyes of the young Bill, who gave him a smile as she never saw any of the pictures she looked in front of drooling his laptop. He sat quietly

beside her and invited her to do the same.
A smile fool clung to the lips of the girl as she stared at him without the slightest embarrassment for a long minute.

His hair was flat, shiny as a mirror and it fell perfectly on both sides of the face and he wore a white tracksuit, jeans, and innumerable necklaces, rings and silver bracelets.
His eyes were slightly disguised in black, and Yoko was delighted to see her skin without a thick layer of foundation does come to hide. It had lain

small transparent straps on the top of her left cheek, and the wound was surrounded by a yellow blue-violet.

The girl bit her lip in finding that it showed a lot .... He looked

what Yoko thought to be the scene with frowning, then turned off the wireless microphone hanging from the tip of his right hand.

Yoko had no idea what to say or even how to behave, and she begged the sky for any god that puts it on track.
Billy turned to her and she saw her adorable cheeks redden and his eyes hesitate to cross hers.

- Hi. She whispered, smiling.
- Hi. he replied in the same tone.

There was a deafening silence during which Yoko wondered which the two was the more embarrassed.

- This is ... great! She finally said with a hesitant tone.

He chuckled.

- Yes ... you'll see it's even worse when it's full.

She looked down and realized he nervously shook his left knee.
She wanted to ask him if he was afraid, but to his surprise, he began talking to himself in which he lit his microphone and put a shot over his lips.

- Yeah ... again ... again ... this is good.

Yoko raised an eyebrow questioningly.

latter leaned forward to show him the little headset hidden and perfectly fit in the palm of his right ear.

- Aaaahhh ... she dropped as if she came to understand the theory of relativity, which made him laugh the young Billy.
- No no, I do not yet speak alone! He sneered. Hey look, it's the board, tell them something!

He pressed the microphone to the lips of Yoko.
The girl hesitated, and finally leaned over to whisper a "hello" into the microphone brand new.

To his surprise, the echo of his voice echoed through the stadium and Yoko made a huge leap.

- Ahhh you're really dumb! she said to Bill, her stringy a light tap on the shoulder of the back of his hand.

He was laughing.

- Pardon. He said trying to regain its seriousness.

There was a silence during which he listened to Yoko thought what was happening in his ear and the girl looked off toward the stage.

- Ok it's good, it can go. He said to his microphone, which, oddly, does not resonate.

"Kid" Yoko thought, looking smile from the corner of the eye. Four
blows battery Gustav filled the stadium, and Yoko knew she would attend something great.

She recognized early of "Wir sterben niemals aus . The tiny
Tom beat the rhythm with his head vigorously, scraping the strings of his guitar, and Bill got up.
Where is his turn came, he began to sing.

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Without really thinking, Yoko swallowed the bottom of whiskey in his glass was left in a grimace and then looked around her.
His vision was blurred and she had a sore thighs ....

By closing her eyes, she thought back to the firmness with which the hands of Billy had seized his skin to be welded to his and he flashes returned, his face hardened, his hands clenched, his body movements, his breath.

She suddenly felt ill.

- Yoko's it going? Andreas has always asked by her side, putting his hand on his shoulder.

She opened her eyes and saw she had one wish, to find Bill and again and again.

- Uh ... yes ... yes my head is spinning a bit it will pass.

She watched Terry, still sitting next to the blonde who laughed out loud with her and Tom.

- Who's Osa she ask Andreas.
- It's a chick who was at the party ... the girl I know that important.
- Ah ...

Terry did not look drunk in his presence ... the contrary.
It concludes that it does not represent a potential threat to his plan to set the hook on the beautiful blond with fiery eyes.

The rest of the night passed without noticing Yoko.
She was completely elsewhere, and alcohol in his blood that burned him to dive back sometimes violently in the arms of Billy, now has straddled him against the glossy tile bathroom, sometimes under the hot shower to a passion that completely exceeded.

About four hours The others left, leaving Tom, the little blonde, Terry and Yoko alone in the large suite.

They were all four sitting in a circle on the floor, there were empty bottles of alcohol on the ground and it was excruciatingly hot.

Yoko tried to concentrate to understand what the blonde said, Terry called 'Tinkerbell'.
The music had gone through all stages from Green Day to the German rap and now the Hi Fi was playing a kind of soft R & B that Yoko was boring to death. She looked

Tom speak, and when she lowered her eyes to follow his hand tapping his cigarette against the ashtray in front of him, she found it had a hand dangerously positioned between the legs of Terry.

Yoko blinked.

He finished his cigarette and stubbed out the cigarette, glancing kindly princely to Yoko.
Without taking his eyes, he passed his other hand on the small end of Tinkerbell knee and back along his thigh.

Oh .

The two girls laughed and Yoko felt he was not wanting much to Terry jumped on the blond, whose hand still wandering around under her skirt.

She wondered if she noticed he was doing exactly the same thing to the pretty blonde.
Yoko grabbed his glass and finished in a gulp.

When she tore her eyes red from the bottom of the glass, she almost choke when he heard Tom ask girls to kiss.

They did so willingly.

Yoko gulped and muttered an "I'm leaving" with a glance to the young man caught in the middle of the mad hugs.

He replied with a wink and pulled out a hand under the shirt of Terry to give him a friendly wave.

Yoko left the room, staggering, as in shock.
After all ... they had every right to be fun she said finally. She walked slowly

in the hallway wondering what was going still happen to him between the bed of Tom and his, she even remember the number.

In reviewing the front room of Bill, she stopped.
a huge desire to knock on the door and throw herself into his arms with all his forces took possession of her.

She raised her fist to the door and paused several times.

- He sleeps Yoko. Suddenly she heard behind her.

She turned quickly and found himself face to face with Andreas.

- Oh, uh ... I know ...

He approached and began to whisper.

- With the days that pass, I think will happen to you not to wake him up! You will see tomorrow!

Yoko nodded, biting her cheek.

- Is Tom went to bed? I forgot my laptop in his room.
- Euhhhh ... I think ... ... euuh is busy ... Yoko stammered.

Andreas frowned, and Yoko made a gesture that meant "I will not make you a drawing"

- Oh! uh ... ok ... Well, I would look for tomorrow.

Yoko nodded again and preparing to resume its path towards the chamber, but the young blond bleached called out in him grabbing his arm.

- Yoko
- Yes,

There was a silence, he seemed reluctant to ask his question. He took a detached and ran his fingers through his hair, the other in the jeans pocket gross.

- Do you and Bill have you lie down together, "he asked finally.

Yoko was a little nervous laugh.
At the time she was about to answer him Yes just to see his reaction, but she changed her mind.

- I think if he has something to tell you, he will tell you surely.

The young man nodded and gave him a smile before turning on his heel and finally disappear at the corner of the corridor.
Yoko
cast a last glance at the bedroom door of Billy and then she went to her room leaving the door unlocked in case Terry would go back to sleep with her, and she lay down, throwing all his clothes through the beautiful room hotel, falling asleep in seconds.

The day slowly filtered through the curtains half drawn from the hotel room. Yoko
stretched, god she had slept well.

Looking at her side, she noticed that Terry had finally joined. The beautiful blonde was
extent are all in long underwear and still slept with his fist closed.
Yoko smiled thinking about the night she had to go.

She rose quietly and went to the bathroom. The whole room was a real mess.

front of the mirror, she admired his monumental ring and thanked the Lord for having created the concealer.

She leaned forward to run the sink water but stopped short.
A silver chain with a black star at the end was placed on the lavatory. Yoko
seized it and admired it a good minute with tender eyes and pressed it to his neck.

She was eager to get him back.

Moreover, where was he and what was he doing? Yoko looked at his watch and had a shock.

Fourteen hours and forty five.

She screamed and threw himself out of the bathroom to wake his friend.

- Terryyyyy! Get up you saw what time it is!

The blonde mumbled and rubbed his eyes.

- Jeez, you know what time I went to bed!
- It is two forty-five! Hurry up!
- meeeeerde ... And she moans, passing his hand over his face.

Yoko rushed into the bathroom and dressed in a hurry.
His hair was perfect as usual long and large on each side of his shoulders.
She returned just a little water and a touch of frost on fixing the golden strand across his face. It is now disguised

carefully and began to gather his business into a ball on the bed.
Nothing about it appear that she had left the clay of his life yesterday.

The beautiful black shirt that Billy had given her was all wrinkled and wet and Yoko said she would bring the laundry to the hotel later.

Terry was struggling to emerge. She dressed
softly and locked herself in the bathroom.

Yoko was boiling and bursting with desire to find the boys.
She did not even know where they were.
When Terry was ready, they went toward the door and they found a word that had been slipped under the door. Terry
deciphered the scribbled sheet aloud.

" Hi girls, I hope you slept well, if you want to join a taxi ask for the" Colorline Arena, there is the whole afternoon. Bill "

- Another Arena, Yoko sighed opening the door, trying to hide as much of its immense relief and joy not to have been transferred as a messy after the inglorious episode last night.

Terry was still so sleepy that Yoko did not dare question her about her night with Tom and Tinkerbell.

She simply ask a taxi at reception. There were no fans outside the hotel and the girls were waiting at the door by letting grill under the hot sun of Hamburg.

Looking out the car window, Yoko wondered if the whole city was not waiting for Tokio Hotel to the Arena Colorline. There was hardly anyone in the streets.

And suddenly Arena. As
in Cologne, was a sort of big stage enclosed isolated from the rest of the city, and it was teeming with life.

- Or do I drop you, ladies? asked the taxi driver.
- Uh ... here ... I'll be fine articulation Terry. Thank you.

The car stopped along the boulevard a little apart.
Girls with what he paid with their remaining money and Yoko began to leave the car.

-Ahh I hurt everywhere ... she dropped blowing.
- Mashed

too ... They looked for a moment without saying anything, then laughed, looking from the car.
more they laughed, less Yoko did not know whether she laughed or wept.

- I knew it! Terry said grabbing her friend by the shoulder to tighten against it.

Yoko pressed in turn and big tears rolled down her cheeks, as if to remove all that was stored since the previous day.

- Terry Oh if you knew! She murmured.
- Come on, we are not obliged to go there right away, you can walk for a moment if you want.

Yoko nodded, passing his hand under his glasses to wipe her tears.
They sat on a bench not far from the edge of the wide Boulevard, in the shade of a tree line.

Opposite is the huge arena, or line up swarmed three hundred meters each at least, who waved and let loose the shouts of excited wave every five minutes.

Yoko unwrapped its history to Terry, who listened attentively.
In the end, they were both crying like madeleines.
Yoko looked up at the Arena, she saw signs written with Bill suddenly everywhere and had only one desire, the hug.

- Here we go, ask Terry Osa.
- Yeah But ... and you ... I mean, you're still sleeping with Tom last night ...
- Uh ... "lying" is an understatement! she said, drying her tears with a smile.
- What was so wild that!

They laughed.

- Yoko Damn, when I say that I hurt everywhere is not bullshit, this guy is MA-LADE.

Yoko stifled his laughter and said she would have liked to see it.

- And where is the little Tinkerbell?
- She returned quietly to her ... Nothing to do with the fans "basic" ... She just wanted a good time ...
- Oh ... Yoko said he welcomed inside to have a friend as libertine and open. She would never have liked to share Bill, or even Tom.

They left their seats and approached the arena, looking for the entrance backstage.

A mass of fans were huddled in front of the girls thought that the entry be coveted.
A large gate with security guards and blocked the girls could see between the fence, buses and trucks on the tour.

Terry took his badge All Access, and Yoko began rummaging through his bag, his pockets ... But she does found none.

- Terry fucking shit, I'm not my badge.

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Without asking questions, she seized it and followed him into the bathroom, where clothing Yoko were mixed with those of Bill across the room.

He went into the shower like that in the afternoon, when Yoko was washed into his room and turned on the water.
The young man then began to remove all jewelry, rings, necklace with silver skull that hung on his thin bare chest, his glove in net.

Yoko knew then that the "come take a shower" really meant "Come, take a shower, and she had a panic.

No no no, she was not ready at all to such a thing.
She was ready to make love to her ten minutes ago, but for her, there was a significant difference between privacy to make love with someone and take a shower.

She was ready to say no to the young man, but he turned around and the look he gave her made her feel like a melting ice cube on a hot plate in the middle of the desert.

He gently detached white bathrobe belt and put his hands on his shoulders for Yoko drag ashore.
She shuddered and bit his lip.

Steam moist and thick billowing from the shower, and Yoko did not dare move a muscle, completely naked in front of Bill, who never took his eyes look. He then retired

his trousers and boxer with a shaky hand, Yoko and closed his eyes with all her might as if she expected to wake with a start in the opening.

She felt the hand of his and Bill take the lead in the shower hot.

- It's too hot ... "she uttered without daring to look elsewhere than in the eyes.

He turned and settled the temperature a little colder. Yoko
closed his eyes again and let the water run over his face, as if to wash away all the crap she made tonight.

The jet of water coming out of the ceiling was quite broad, but not enough for two, and Bill came literally stick against it, catching the small sample of gel to the body on the ledge near him and began to 'to scatter about him and Yoko.

She looked at the wound on his cheek and grabbed his chin to see better, while he was lather on his left arm.

- The dressings will go with the water ... "she said softly.
- Do not worry, we will of others.
- Will hurt you,
- No.
- I'm so sorry Billy. Forgiveness.

He shook his head and wrapped the girl in his arms.
She felt all her little body shuddering end against hers and closed his round her arms around him, stroking his back full of fragrant foam.

She moved away from him to contemplate.
Her hair was matted down his face and large gleaming black streaks down her cheeks.

She grabbed the small towel on the support face and began to take away everything that flowed beneath her black eyes, being careful not to put soap in her eye.

She began to cry.
Billy gently grasps the towel from the hands of Yoko and fell to the ground, and he sprang to his lips, giving her kisses wet, fragrant and delicious.

- Show me how it is ... I love Yoko ... he murmured.

He overlaid gently against the wall of ice shower and grabbed one of his legs that he brought to his waist.

And they made love.

Yoko shook his whole body when the Bill still quivering his left.
The young man cut off water and, without a word went out Shower seek bathrobes and towels.

They rushed in and curled on the bed fresh and clean Yoko.
Lying in front of one another, they looked a long time.

- And now, what will happen, Yoko repeated stroking his face.
- I know. Billy ended.

Yoko fell asleep even before the young man finishes his sentence, and fell into a deep sleep and disturbing or she could see Bonnie go with Bill making fun of her.

She awoke with a start, short of breath, seeking light in darkness blue part of an object that could tell him where she was.
And in ten seconds, while he returned to his eyes.

Bill.

She felt the pillow next to hers, but there was no one, the room was empty. Yoko
heaved a deep sigh and said he was simply returned to his room as he had promised to Saki.

She put her head on which he had served as a pillow and tried to discern the smell, but it felt nothing. It must be that it was long gone.

It was half past one in the morning and Yoko slept like a log.

- Yoko!
- Mmmm ...
- Yoko you wake up it's me!

The girl opened her eyes slowly. A familiar face appeared before her.

- Terry

She sat up in bed to face her friend. It was exactly the same state as the last time she had seen her smile on his face and half drunk, and do not be absolutely had to run details of his eventful evening with Billy.

- But what are you doing in bed already! We have just come back with the boys and continue the evening in Tom's room, just is waiting for you!

Yoko tried to get together and discovered that she was still naked under his white sheet.

- Uh ... had a slight bad trip earlier ... actually about eleven I'm gone ... Is that Billy is with you?
- No ... Tom told me he went to bed at the same time as you ... you're back together?
- Uh ... yes,
- And ...? she asked, her eyes shining.
- And ... what?
- Well, it has not happened?

Yoko shrugged.

- Tse, when Bill decided to go bed huh ... "she said, embarrassed.

She had as yet no desire to share her story with that whatsoever, she even wondered if it was really past.

- Ok, bah dressed up! We will end the evening there!

Yoko rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his long unkempt hair.

- I'm coming.

She pulled her jeans and pulled out a new t-shirt from her bag and ran a quick concealer and mascara on the eyes.
Despite his evening, she was not so bad.

They left the chamber Yoko climbed and reached a stage in the corridor as a result of boys.

Passing Billy's room, Yoko could not help slowing down.
Terry watched her taking her hand.

- Do not worry, I'm sure he thinks of you. She said, making him one of his smiles confident that Yoko knew by heart. They

toquèrent in room four hundred and one. You could hear the music into the hallway.

- ENTREZZZZ

Terry had a smile from ear to ear, opening the door, she seemed to have had a damn good evening.

Girls entered the wonderful suite. It was
mess and it smelled of cigarettes. The music was strong, Yoko recognized the voice of Billie Joe on the rhythmic beats of Green Day.

There was Gustav who was smoking a cigarette near the open window, Tom sprawled on his couch who drank no one knows what kind of pure alcohol, and Andreas ....

When she saw she had a new punch in the stomach.
As for him, he smiled gently as if nothing had happened.

Yoko wondered if others were updated of what had happened.
Tom rose from his couch and ran into his arms, he was very drunk too.
Yoko
closed her arms around him, laughing.
She dared not look in the direction of Andreas, and was content to accept the glass of alcohol that handed him watching Terry ... sit beside a girl, she had absolutely not noticed on entering.

Yoko blinked several times eyelids and frowned while diving lips into his glass of whiskey so pure that it sickened nearly all sick.

The girl in question was platinum blonde, tiny, very pretty and looked young.

"Where she goes out that there ... "Yoko asked himself looking away with an air of false distracted.
Anyway, Terry seemed to get along with.

- Yoko Hey hello! it's going? Andreas suddenly threw him smiling softly.

The girl had one wish from him swinging his glass to his face as hard as she had struck the cheek of Billy earlier.
The worst is that he seemed sincere.

- Hi, "she replied.

He beckoned to sit beside him, and she has complied cons heart.
To his surprise, he apologized directly.

- I'm sorry Yoko. I think I had no right to judge you like that, and I'm really sorry that've heard it and ... uh ... I'm sure Bill knows what he does.

Yoko stared into his eyes one minute, trying to detect any weakness in his eyes, then, feeling serene, she smiled.

- Do not worry, it's over. But what ... is ... uh ... someone else knows?

He chuckled.

- For everyone, Bill and you are left together because you were tired ... There Saki who has that and the driver of the car which are current. So he told me, they'll have picked up a mess ... "he whispered.

Yoko put her hand on his forehead and closed his eyes agree.
It was three o'clock in the morning and she was still a little fragile stomach and tired dramatically.

spirit lost in another world, she wondered what she did not care where and why she had followed Terry.

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Yoko The two men left the car and helped him get into the luxury hotel by the back door.

- Ca .. So I can walk, thank you. She articulated by detaching his arm from the hand of Saki.

It took a few steps but wavered dangerously to the right.
Bill was there, beside her and held her by the waist.

They passed by a back staircase also painfully climbed three flights of stairs and arrived in a corridor similar to the action or were boys.

Saki and Billy opened the door there and engulfed Yoko stretched heavily on the large blue velvet sofa.

Yoko looked then back to Saki, who gave him the key to a worried look.

- Is it the one who did you do that ? He said, passing his hand near the wound on the cheek of a young man.

Billy nodded and replied that he had deserved.

- Okay, but I'll send someone to take care of you. Then, promise me that you return to your room Bill.

He promised, and shut the door behind them.
He approached the sofa and then Yoko was extensive.
She turned her head towards him and glanced down at his wet clothes which dripped onto the carpet blue gray.

- where I am ...
- You've taken a room.

His brain was idling and it does not even know how she understood the young man and answer him tit for tat like that.
It just reminds you speak another language always better when you're completely drunk.

He sat down beside her and began to remove his shoes muddy.
He raised his head towards her and saw she was crying again, silently, her head on the side without looking.

- Yoko please stop crying.

She sat up slowly and sat on the couch, he was kneeling in front of her.
There was not much about its makeup sophisticated he had a little mud on his forehead, and dried blood left a trail along his cheek and had stained his shirt soaked.

- Why are you doing this ... she repeated again by passing a hand over his eyes trying to swallow her tears.

He said nothing and finished him off her shoes, but she pushed him, causing him to fall backwards and began to cry.

- RESPONDENTS WHORE! I'm sick, you say never! Why I'm still here if I'm a whore groupie who just wants to blow himself up!
- But what do you want me to tell you! he dropped in the same tone as she.
- I dunno ... "she replied, looking down, his voice cracking.
- Yoko J'men want if you knew, I saw you behind the door and I knew I had twisted!
- And if I had not caught, what would have you eh!

She tried to rise but fell heavily on the sofa.

- I know.
- I thought that you were not present at a point of needing to have your friends ...
BC - Do not go away Yoko, you have absolutely NO idea what it is like my LIFE! the cut he suddenly stood up.

Yoko watched open-mouthed, she had almost afraid of the look he gave him high. She tried to answer but she stammered and could not find his words in German.

We knock on the door, much to the relief of Yoko who felt that Billy was about to explode in his face.

- Enter. Bill whispered, closing his eyes.

A woman came in with a briefcase, wearing a white shirt and a waisted pleated trousers gray.
She had long curly red hair and had the air of Julia Roberts.

- Hello, "she said, advancing toward Bill. I am Dr. Bargmann is I who am a doctor on duty that night. She looked

Billy's cheek gently, taking her chin.

- It's nothing. He said, wrinkling his forehead but when the young woman stretched skin of her cheek to assess the size of the wound.
- Sit down. She ordered. It's no big deal but the wound is dirty, clean.

Yoko did not even know if the doctor had noticed her curled up on the sofa in the dimness of the room.

She began to open his briefcase and apply alcohol on the cheek with a cotton by Bill. It was cringe.

- It stings a little ... "she said softly.

Yoko twirled the silver ring between her fingers, she was angry a lot of hitting as hard.

- With what is what you hit? asked the doctor.

Billy tried to reply but the Yoko forestalled. Sitting on the couch near them she waved her right hand, or the sapphire shining on her ring finger.

- With this.

Dr. Bergmann nodded.

- It's alright, there is no risk of infection.

She ended by asking three small bandage straps, sealing the wound and put his equipment in the case.

- There you go. I wish you a good evening!

Billy thanked her and accompanied her to the door and closed it behind double-locked.

- I'm really sorry .. Billy ... I hope it will be too much for your concert tomorrow.
- It's okay I tell you.
- And now, what will happen ...

She saw him bite his lip in the dark.

- I know.

Yoko dropped her head back and looked at his watch. Only
11:30 p.m..
She was always wet and felt cold, her head was spinning and she had only one wish is to throw the toilet to end this dirty drunk.

She raised her head and waited for Bill to say something, but he was always standing in front of the doorway against the wall, arms crossed, staring straight ahead.

- Bill ... I'm frozen, I would ...
- You want me to go ... "he said without looking.

She found herself suddenly unable to say whether or not she wanted him to go.

course not it would not.

But his brain reminded him violently to sudden flashes of the young man's words in the toilet, and as she began again crying, Billy came up and helped him get up.

- Come, good hot shower will do you good, I will bring the room service with coffee if you like.

Given the state where she was, she shall preclude absolutely no resistance and dropped limply hanging up the bathroom.

He sat on the toilet, he prepared a robe and gave him a large glass of water she drank it.

- I call room service.

He left the big bathroom and Yoko began to undress with difficulty, sobbing like a child.
He went back into the bathroom and found the girl sitting on the toilet, completely unable to remove his jeans soaked and stuck to his skin.

- Make shit! she got mad.
- Wait, I'll help you.

She looked for a moment trying to get the jeans to him, but she stopped him, feeling that if he continued, it would fall short of anything.

- Stop please.

He raised his eyes rimmed with black faded to her, questioning, full of goodwill.

Watching as she realized something. She can do anything
What, Billy will always be in first place in his heart, and she even asked if she would be able to give the same love to someone else someday.

It was there, kneeling before her to stare at while waiting for a response to his questioning look. Her chin trembled
and she threw herself on him.
They fell back on the cold tiles of the bathroom.

Yoko hugged him as hard as she could, her head buried in his neck and his hands clenched nails driven into the skin of his shoulders.

Billy stroked his wet hair whispering to calm down. It
did not want to let go, knowing it was one of the last time she hugged, they would throw her out of the tour and she can not see him again never again be at hand in the middle tens of thousands of fans screaming his name.

Seeing it does not calm down, Billy grabbed his face between his hands and leaned his forehead against hers.

- Stop crying please! He whispered.

Yoko could no longer restrain himself.
Without really knowing what she did, she obeyed his instincts and took Billy's neck and pressed her wet lips came against his. It
let him do it and put a hand on his shoulder.

Completely blown away by the whirlwind of champagne bubbles still quivering in his blood, she pressed against the door of the cold shower.
His hands went under his black shirt stuck to his little body.
astride her thighs, she kissed him with a boundless passion that almost frightened him.

She felt that he had goose bumps, and took off his lips to loosen his shirt wet and cold, his eyes closed and mouth open, hands on his waist.

She swung the shirt over his shoulder and plunged deeply between his lips those of the young man who gave a slight moan of his voice breaking.

Yoko put his hands wherever his instincts told him to ask them when the young man did not move, short of breath and completely to his thank you.

She suddenly had a kind of flash 'back to reality' and suddenly drew back from him.

- Yoko not stop please. Murmured he whispered without opening his eyes, and drawing her back to him.

Yoko wanted to say something, but three blows resounded suddenly the door of the room. Billy opened
eyes as if he had just awakened from a strange dream and frowned.

- I think that your coffee has arrived.

Yoko moved away slowly and leaned against the sink, while Bill stood up, closing the buttons of his jeans torn and raw from his belt loop, and then he left the bathroom, passing hand in her hair to give them some volume.

advantage of his flash of lucidity, Yoko withdrew all his clothes and put on a big white bathrobe clean and cozy, and she followed Bill into the room.

She found him sitting on a sofa in front of a small truck or were asked for coffee, fruit and bread.

He handed her a large cup of coffee she takes a trembling hand and sat on the bed by blowing gently into the cup to cool the hot black liquid.

She watched from the corner of his eye, he was shirtless, lying on the couch, and fumbling in the pocket of his leather jacket to get a cigarette, he raised it to his lips, and lit to disappear behind a cloud of smoke. As

as the black liquid flowed intense taste in his throat, Yoko gradually regained his senses, and she realized she would probably now making love to sexy beauty sprawled in front of her if idiot had not come to bring him coffee .

- Shit. She whispered.

Any jostling in his head and closed his eyes. When she opened them, Billy stood before her and held out his hand.

- Come take a shower.