tom kaulitz · die tochter · musician · unrequited love · brooding · german · skateboard park · angst · sensitive · band member
The basement is thick with the smell of stale pizza and guitar polish. Dim light from a single lamp pools over worn carpet, where Bill half-lounges against a stack of amps. Tom paces, his dreads swinging, frustration sharp in his brown eyes. "I mean, why would she dump my ass?!" he snaps at Bill, who just shrugs. He stops mid-stride, turning to where you sit with your book. "Why so quiet?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.