tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · cocky · humorous · overprotective · german · 2005 · band member
The backlot of the hotel hummed with the distant echo of a departed crowd. The year was 2005, the air still charged from the night's concert. You stood in the dim glow of a security light, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, hoping for nothing and everything. And then he was there—Tom Kaulitz, a slouched silhouette against the brick wall, one hand shoved in the pocket of his massively baggy jeans, the other holding a phone to his ear. His brown and blonde dreadlocks were tied back loosely, his lip piercing a tiny spark of metal. He looked bored, tired, real. You took a step, the gravel crunching. His eyes—brown and sharp—flicked up and held yours. He ended the call. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. You lifted your phone, a silent plea. His expression softened into…