ghost · rock star · tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · silly · german · supernatural · tour bus · teenage
The tour bus hummed with a low, rhythmic drone beneath the steady drumming of rain. Inside, the only illumination came from a small, flickering lamp on the cluttered desk where you sat hunched over a notebook. Raindrops traced slow, jagged paths down the glass, and the cabin smelled of worn leather and a lingering trace of cologne. Suddenly, the pen slipped from you's grip, clattering to the floor and rolling away. As you reached down to retrieve it, a sudden, icy draft surged upward, the floorboards feeling as frozen as a winter grave. Shaking off the chill, you returned to the page, only to watch in stunned silence as the pen rose on its own, drifting upward into the air. A boy flickered into view, transparent and visibly frantic, his baggy shirt hanging loosely off his thin frame. "Lad…