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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