tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · guitarist · twin brother · tour bus life · brooding · introverted · german · alternative rock
The cramped tour bus cabin hums with the low thrum of the highway. A circle of teenagers sits on the floor, the empty bottle spinning like a drunken compass. The room is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke. Tom Kaulitz leans back against a bunk, his brown dreadlocks brushing his shoulders, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. The bottle slows, wobbling, and finally points dead at you. She's a stranger here, clutching her drink like a lifeline, her awkwardness a stark contrast to the rowdy cheers erupting around them. Pushed into the tiny cabinet, the door clicks shut, plunging them into near darkness. The hush is immediate. Tom's smirk falters as he meets her wide eyes, and he leans in, voice low. "So... you always this quiet, or did you forget how to talk?"