Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Catchy, Unique Slogan For Healthy Eating



Billy had not said a word since the few minutes they were on the tram, and admired her reflection in the glass front of him.

He raised his arm to flatten a few flyaways and then turned his head towards Yoko.
It can not determine if he watched it or if he just threw a glance over his head for people watching in the train tram through his glasses.

- Where are we going now Yoko, he asked, his voice slightly broken.
- I do not know, what do you want to do during those few minutes of freedom? she replied with a grin, trying to determine if he was angry, upset or anything like that.

He pursed his lips and looked at the landscape scroll, then his face split into a smile as Yoko had never seen, and he laughed like a child.

She wondered if he came to realize that his act was pure madness.

- I want to eat ice cream, he said without looking, always a huge smile.
- Whatever you like, as she said to herself in French, gazing on the face of handsome young man.

They let him pass three stations and then descended. The sun shone strong, the city was beautiful.

- Although I know Hamburg. he said while it was ten minutes he had not said a word. With the group, we rented an apartment here when you're in the studio.

They walked down the wide pedestrian street in the midst of people who were quietly shopping without their knowledge only a few yards of them walked the biggest star of Germany at the time.

Yoko tried to make as little noise as possible with her heels to not attract too much attention them.

Bill said nothing and looked around and constantly behind him.
Yoko felt uneasy, and it was legitimate. The people who passed near them stared at him excessively and she heard the whispers all around her.

She wrapped her hand gently around his arm.

- Do not worry, we will not stay long.

He smiles a little more thrust her spectacles on her nose, as if that was his ultimate protection against the outside world.

They found a small shop with ice, and Ono paid him a huge Italian vanilla. It took only simple chocolate.
They then began looking for a bench in the shade, but mostly out of sight.

They skirted a place and found a nice corner on the side, a sort of broad staircase lined with greenery and wooden benches.

- Perfect! Yoko said by setting up as a flower on a bench.

Bill was standing in front of her.
He put his bag next to the girl and plunged a hand into his pocket, holding his enormous ice on the other, he licked greedily at the speed of lightning.

Yoko stared at the high down behind his dark glasses. He wore a T-shirt brand new print of white and gray Ultradesign, raw jeans and enormous belt skull shining in the sun, and black basketball. True, he was not really the best place to blend into the crowd.

- You do not seat thyself? asked the girl.

Bill has looked right then left. He pursed his lips, then finally came to sit next to Yoko, her long legs stretched out before him.
Yoko smiled, she was so good.

- I want you to make me listen to your song by Billy began, he said. She nodded

and left her little iPod from her bag and handed him the headphones that once screwed into his ears. He listened carefully

a smile.

- Billy Billy Billy Billy ... he repeated humming, which melted the little heart of Yoko.

After a few minutes, he removed the headphones and put away the iPod.

- And what does all this mean?
- Well ... think about Yoko. How to explain ... When her friend Billy starts to sing, he puts the fire, and she says it's obscene and it should let him.

Bill raised his eyebrows.

- And it makes you think of that!

She stared gravely.

- Billy, the first time I heard this song, you exist for me on the covers of magazines ... ... it's just completely crazy about this song here with you ...

He laughed, then there was a long silence during which they eventually swallow up their ice that melted dangerously.

- Yes .... it makes me think of you.
- What did you like about us?

The girl looked very pensive, and looked up.

- I will not lie to you ... but the first thing I saw Tokio Hotel is a picture of you ... on stage.

Billy nodded.

- And I still can not believe I'm here beside you to eat ice cream here. She said in French.

Bill turned to her and frowned leave without her smile.

- What does it mean?

She smiled deeply and slowly with a gesture he took off his glasses to see his entire face.

He looked her large almond-shaped eyes surrounded by black. Yoko
frowned, thinking that he had to read through it like an open book.

The weakness of Yoko seemed to amuse him and he passed his tongue gently on the corner of his lips with an innocent air to be licked his mustache vanilla, knowing full well that it put the girl was in a semi inner hysteria .

Yoko turned her head quickly, and closed his eyes hard fighting with all his strength not to burst into tears in vain.

A big salty tears came crashing down on his t-shirt and his chin trembled.
- No no no ... "she moaned in his hand covering his eyes.
- Yoko ...

On hearing his name pronounced like that for Bill, she broke down for good. All
what she had in her, the stress of the last days, the emotional lift that kept messing up the party since she had left her home at the time.

She wept without restraint.
Billy was beside her and dared not move, he simply stroked the back of the hand.

She realized she needed him, his arms, his whole person, and came to bury her face against him in the hollow of his neck felt so good.
He surrounded his arm timidly whispering to calm down.

She listened to his heart beat and his lungs fill the air for long minutes, then she tried to pull himself together and stood up, taking care not to meet the eyes of the young man.

- should go ... she said, wiping her wet cheeks.

Bill says nothing, and looking up, she always s'aperçu he looked, his brow furrowed and his mouth clamped between his teeth.

- Pardon. He said simply.
- Say no bullshit Billy. If there 's someone here who needs to apologize, it's me ... I ... I do not know what took me out of this car like this.

He smiled slightly.

- You have no idea how much I am glad that you did.

He rose and took his bag he passed around his shoulder, then he turned to Yoko and held out his hand.

She seized it and stood up to face him.
Due to its size and charisma, he completely dominated.

He grabbed her face and put his thumb under his eyes, wiping his black mascara that had left loin streaks on his cheeks.

- Let y He concluded.

They joined the major pedestrian street.
Yoko had calmed down and relished the pride of walking out with such a gun beside her, although she knew that one person two took him for a girl.

Everybody looked at him without exception.
The only people who looked up on it just had to ask what could look like the person who was wandering around someone like Billy.

The young man tried to have the air of a normal and Yoko told a time or they were trapped by dozens of fans in a pizzeria in Magdeburg, at home. He stopped suddenly

before this guessed that Yoko be a tobacconist / press.

- I'll go buy some cigarettes! he said with unconcealed excitement.

Yoko raised an eyebrow questioningly before so much joy.

- Yoko if you knew how long it's because I did not buy my own cigarettes in a queue in a tobacco shop!

She laughed.

- Well, at least it's not hard to please you!

They entered, Yoko first.
Bill went to the shelves of magazines and leaned closer to study the radius' press teen. We only saw his head everywhere, on every cover.

Yoko frowned, she dying to know what effect it did, but she was content to look and also to student next to him.
She takes one at random and began to leaf through.

- Oh dieuuuuuuu It is too beauuuuuu Biiiiiiiill watch it !!!!!!! She began to moan in whispers, stamping and holding on to the young man's arm with the idea to do laugh, which went very well, he burst out laughing at him making "chuuuut" with his index placed on its mouth.

She calmed down and grabbed another magazine.

- "Bill: Contrary to what one might think, I see very well all the girls in the pit when I'm onstage. "She deciphered slowly.
Yoko
frowned and took a few seconds to translate the sentence. But he removed the magazine from the hands and put it on display.

- Y'a that crap in there Yoko, if you got a question ... you can ask me directly it will go faster.
- You never read magazines about you? My god I'm sure I spend my life to admire me ... "she mused aloud.
- No ... "he said, shrugging his shoulders. It reads to me and it gives me the most ... interesting. They just all repeat the same thing most times. Here I just wanted to see if they had left off a series with pictures that I wanted to see ... but they have not yet apparently.

He then went to the counter. There was one person ahead of them.
When it was their turn, Billy quietly ordered his package and when the storekeeper looked at him, he had as a start, then he smiled gently.

- A long slim package for a young man he said simply before turning to look behind him cigarettes.

Yoko was next to Bill and she grabbed the hem of her shirt without even realizing it.

- Are you one I think, "asked the storekeeper, almost whispered, handing him Package.
- Uh ... "replied Billy in the same tone. It depends who you think I am!

Yoko broke a small chuckle. He made her laugh.

- I know, I spend my days selling magazines with your head on the cover ... Tokio Hotel?

Billy nodded, smiling.

- now, that's five euro, Mr Tokio Hotel, and enjoy your stay in Hamburg!

He paid with a note of fifty, and they're both left office, bowing to the tobacco warehouse.
Yoko laughed again outside.

- If only it could always happen like that ... "sighed Billy.

Then he left his cell phone and called his manager.

- Hi Dav 'yes ... but everything going good! ... Not only one ... just a guy in a tobacco. Send us a car at the station downtown, it is near ... yeah, five minutes no more. See you soon.

Yoko knew it would soon end and she was going to get quite a soap, returning, or even can get fucked out.
Yet she was still a million things to tell Bill.

- Billy, plays, maybe it's the last moments when we are together so I would like ...
- What are you talking about ... the cut does not look at her, leaving her a cigarette brand new package to bring it to his lips.
- Well ... I doubt that I am allowed to stay on your tour after what happened ...

He flashed a smile.

- You'll stay with me Yoko, since it was I who followed him out of the car this afternoon.

Yoko frowned.

- Are you gonna be in trouble?

He chuckled and breathed a big puff of white smoke. Then he stopped and began to face her.

- worry I do not tell you.

It gave him a wink and took her by the hand altogether to take the road from the station.

it was only five hundred meters, but Yoko was found that the five hundred meters hottest she had walked his entire life.

was the hand of the singer of Tokio Hotel clenched in his own, Bill Kaulitz, and it was upon them both that everyone turned.

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