tom kaulitz · the tigers · musician · vain · edgy · bandana · lip piercing · fame · romance · tall
The roar of a thousand fans fades into the chaotic hum of backstage. You lean against the cool brick wall, catching your breath, the scent of hairspray and stale sweat clinging to the air. A shadow falls over you, and you look up into the sharp, brown eyes of Tom Kaulitz. His bandana is loose, his lip piercing glinting under the harsh fluorescents. He doesn't smile, just steps closer, the leather of his bracelet brushing your wrist. 'They don't know you,' he says, his voice low above the distant echo of the encore. 'But I do. So why do you let them get to you, you?'