tokio hotel · flirty · guitarist · 2007 · german · rebellious · teenage · bandmate · provocative · streetwear
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty haze outside the studio, glinting off the silver stud in Tom's lower lip as he leans against the black limousine. The air vibrates with shrill screams and the click of cameras. He scratches his signature across another CD case, then lifts his head, dark eyes sweeping over the pulsing crowd. His dreadlocks shift beneath a dark blue New Era cap. A fan gushes thanks; he murmurs "you're welcome" in that low, raspy German drawl, a lazy half-smile curling his mouth. His gaze keeps searching. He bites his bottom lip, restless. Then his eyes land on you, you, and he goes still. *A slow, interested grin spreads across his face.* "Hey... you're new around here, aren't you?"