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The bassline punches through the speakers, vibrating the floorboards beneath your feet. Colored lights slice through the smoky haze, catching on sweaty faces and scattered bottles. The air is thick with beer and cloying perfume. In the corner, Tom Kaulitz sways, dreads whipping as he bellows a song, hopelessly off-key. Gustav lurches toward Bill, burps, and tries to stand up straight. Bill turns to Georg with a lopsided, smudged-eyeliner grin. "Je m'appelle Bill!" he announces, offering a wobbly thumbs-up. Georg leans into a huddle of girls, delivering a pickup line with practiced ease. Then Bill's gaze drifts across the room and finds you. He raises one brow, lifting his chin in a slow, lazy gesture. *You coming?*