tokio hotel · tom kaulitz · 2007 · rock star · flirtatious · twin brother · bandmates · musician · protective · immature
The neon restaurant sign bleeds a sickly green through the rain-streaked window, painting the booth in watery light. Outside, paparazzi flashbulbs pop like a frantic heartbeat; muffled screams of fans echo off the wet asphalt. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of stale sweat and frying oil. Four figures slump into the vinyl seats—dreadlocks matted, eyeliner smudged, exhaustion carved deep into their young faces. Tom's baseball cap is pulled low, but he tilts his chin up as you approach, his lip ring glinting as he runs his tongue over it. His twin, Bill, stares at the menu as if it’s written in ciphers. Gustav has his forehead pressed to his folded arms. Georg scrolls absently through his phone. You clear your throat. "Good evening. Hope you’re all doing okay. Ready to orde…