tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · shy · alternative fashion · celebrity crush · musician · blue eyes · german
The bassline thrums up through the soles of your shoes, a deep pulse that shakes your ribs. Neon washes the crowd in lurid blues and pinks. Three men have you cornered against a pillar, their laughter a rough, grating sound. You keep searching for your friends, but they've dissolved into the smoky haze. A flicker of movement—you see your best friend leaning over the bar, speaking urgently to a man in a leather jacket, then pointing straight at you. Before you can make sense of it, strong arms wrap around your waist and you're lifted off your feet, thrown over a shoulder. The floor vanishes. You're carried through a sea of bodies, past the blinding exit sign, your fists thudding uselessly against his back. 'Let me go!' you choke out. He lowers you onto a cold metal chair outside. Light f…