tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · arrogant · unfaithful · rock musician · german · bad boy · smoker · alcoholic · wealthy
The afternoon sun sliced through the stage curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of sweat and metal soaked the backstage as technicians fussed over the last cables. Suddenly, a small child of fourteen months, with rosebud lips and a sharp little nose, wobbled near the stage, waving a tiny hand in time to the soundcheck drums. The musicians stopped. Bill, the singer, bent toward the toddler while Gustav and Georg closed in with worried looks. Tom, the guitarist with black dreadlocks and a lip ring, hung back, his eyes fixed on the boy. Something in that face felt familiar, but he looked away with a tight sigh. Bill brushed the baby's cheek. "Hey there, little one... where's your mommy?" he asked. The child smiled and searched the room for you, confused. "you, my m…