Tokio Hotel Fanfic - 1

I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as who I saw today.

I’d been in France, and having heard of a music festival in Corbiérès, I naturally wanted to be there, so I bought my tickets and drove down to the scene. It was a big festival, with a lot of well known French bands playing that I’d never heard of. I’d expected most of the songs to be sung in French of course, so hearing the phrase ‘Durch den Monsun’ made me turn to the stage with curiosity.

  And that’s when I saw the most perfect creation my eyes had ever taken in. His face was perfectly proportioned, his eyes glistening with excitement. He wore a brightly coloured dark leather jacket and black jeans, with an assortment of shiny accessories round his neck and wrists. His eyes were decorated with eyeliner, and he wore just one glove, on his left hand.

  And his hair. His hair was put up in the most unique style I’d ever seen. Dyed black with white highlights, it had been straightened and gelled into what could only be described as a mane.

   I moved closer through the crowd to get a better look at the ‘God’ that stood before me. He danced around the stage, microphone in hand, singing softly to his audience. The song was all in German, yet the French crowd sang along to every word. I noticed a vague similarity between this guy and the guitarist to his right, yet they couldn’t have been more different.

  As the singer sang, the musicians played, and what came of it was a sound that filled me with a desire to join in with the crowd, and let myself get lost in the music. I liked this band, and I wasn’t about to let them slip from my grasp.

   The last chord was played. “Danke schön!” were their last words before chucking their towels into the audience and leaving the stage. I didn’t hear the name of the band as the screaming was too loud to hear over. I would find out later however; I needed to hear more of this band.

  They didn’t come back on though. The French bands resumed playing, so I went and stood at the side to see if I could hear more on the mysterious German band. I placed myself near two girls and watched the newest band play. My attention was diverted to the other girls, and I tuned in to what they were saying.

  “ ..Bill…yeah he is so hot! I love that band! Bill Kaulitz is amazing! Pity they spend so much time in Germany.”

  ..Bill. Bill Kaulitz. Germany. He must have been from that band. I filed the name into my memory and proceeded towards the exit. It was getting late, and anyway, I had research to do.

                        
  I got back to England the next morning. There was no point staying in France, I’d seen all I’d wanted to. After making myself a cup of coffee I sat down at the computer and typed the name Bill Kaulitz into the search bar.
  It was him. The spiky haired guy came up on the screen, so I clicked on the first link to get more info on him. I scanned the screen, looking for the name of the band.

   ‘Bill Kaulitz, lead singer of Tokio Hotel…’

Tokio Hotel. That was the band. It was definitely them. And now I knew their name, I knew exactly what to do. Lisbon was where they were playing next. I clicked onto the nearest ticket website, and filled out my order. I was going to see them again, and I was determined to meet this Bill person.