TOKIO HOTEL || IMAGINES

BILL KAULITZ [2]

BEING THE LITTLE SISTER of a worldwide known rockstar was quite the privilege for Giselle, who was rather known as "Georg Listing's little sister."

Having not much to do at home or in school, she insisted on trailing around her older brother's band, Tokio Hotel.
She trailed along as an assistant, not knowing why they liked having her around so much.
She was not a member of the band, despite having such an angelic voice, paired with the ability to sing.
Though, her way of singing wouldn't match the band's genre.

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Bill sighed loudly as he shook his hands to calm his nerves down, walking in the hallway.

He has always been anxious about big performances, leading him to have "Drama Queen" antics an hour or two before his performances.

Tokio Hotel's assistant, or that's how she liked to put it, at least made it easy for him, showering him with assurance and compliments to boost his ego.

"Look at this drama queen. His balls are shaking!"
Tom said before pointing towards Bill, who looked to be ranting a few shenanigans to their assistant, Giselle.

"Oh, shush, Tom," Giselle retorted, playfully pushing him on the arm. "Bill's worked very hard to get where he is today, you know that, and it's only right that he is treated as the superstar he is."

She smiled brightly at Bill as they walked. "We all know Tom here is simply jealous of your looks and charming personality."

Upon arrival at their dressing rooms, Giselle unlocked the door.

She sat Bill down, not caring about what the others were doing.

"Would you like your hair flat today? Or have it stand out like a porcupine?"

She asked him, shaking a bottle of hairspray.

Before Bill could respond, Tom interrupts them both by wrapping an arm around Giselle's shoulder and leaning on her, almost making her stumble.

"What about me, Giselle? I want my hair like a porcupine too!"
Tom exclaimed, obviously joking because his hair was braided, in dreadlocks.

She gently pushed the dread-head away and gently nudged him with the hairspray can. Earning both of them little chuckles from each other.

Bill watched as Tom teased Giselle, the friendly camaraderie between them making the superstar feel happy and content. When Giselle turned back to him, he leaned slightly forward, smiling sweetly at her.

Giselle turned back to Bill.

"Now, what do you think, Bill? Flat or spiky?"

"I'm definitely a porcupine," he mused, gently running a hand through his hair as she prepared to fix it. "The spikier the better."

He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "I want my fans to see exactly how rock-and-roll I am."

Giselle gave him an ever so sweet smile, and gestured him a thumbs up.
"Close your eyes then!"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a mischievous grin, closing his eyes as she requested."

He let Giselle style his hair in any way she liked, completely trusting her and leaving her to have her way with it. He wondered how many other singers had someone to help with their hair and make-up before they went on stage. Bill was certainly grateful to have such a talented and helpful friend like Giselle.

Yes, Giselle saw herself as an assistant to the band. But to them, she was a friend. A friend they wanted to cherish.

She slowly ran her fingers through his hair, making sure not a strand was tangled or whatsoever.