"The Princess of Denmark cannot be seen with such an unpolished pretend rockstar. Have some respect for your country."
Tom Kaulitz was living his life as a guitarist in his band whose audience was mostly young girls, who all wanted to sleep with hi...
Amalia, Frida, and Santana were all sitting at their favourite bar. It was a highly exclusive bar but Amalia and her friends had been in there so many times, the guards knew who they were. They were all sipping on cocktails while talking about the concert.
"If I get eye contact with Bill I'm going to show him my tits," Santana said.
"Santana!" Frida and Amalia said shocked.
The girls were laughing and having a great time. By their third drink they decided to leave the bar and drive over to the concert. Frida had arranged cars to take them. Amalia was nervous. She told herself that it was because she was afraid of getting caught going to a rock concert by the press, which was true, but she was more nervous about meeting the guys again if they even remembered her. Or maybe she was just drunk.
They got to the Royal Arena in Copenhagen and were escorted inside from backstage. They were walking through many doors. They were kind of running because the concert was about to start. Amalia looked inside every room she walked by, looking for something she wasn't quite sure of what was. But when she passed one of the rooms with a slightly open door she saw Tom and he saw her. It was a split second, and from what Amalia saw they were taping earplugs in him. He was gone so quickly she didn't even have time to wave. She squeezed Frida's hand and followed up with the girls.
The girls got into the area and saw all the fans filling up every seat there was. There was a small section for VIPs where the girls were taken to.
Watching all the girls in their outfits made her embarrassed. They all looked the same, including her.
Amalia's outfit
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The only thing she stood out was not showing her cleavage, but she still felt exposed. She hated her arms, not to mention her thighs.
Even the small VIP area right in front of the stage was filled with girls. Amalia had made a deal with Frida and Santana that Amalia would stay at the back of the pit with their bags and drinks, and then the girls would squeeze themselves upfront. The lights were all out and they were waiting.
A loud noise came out of the huge speakers and the show went. The first song they played was Scream which she knew because she practiced it. Everyone was screaming around her and she felt a bit out of place, that was until she saw Tom. He was so close to her while playing his guitar. Damn, he is good she thought to herself.
Maybe it was the alcohol but there was something about Tom on that stage that mesmerized her. The sweat on his forehead, his finger movements. Amalia was embarrassed to admit to herself that she was turned on. She felt like an idiot. Thousands of girls were probably thinking the same thing.
She tried to shake it off and act cool, looking at the other guys, but when she looked at him again, she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach.
But then he saw her. They made eye contact for about 5 seconds, but it felt like a minute. Her heart raised to double speed. After their first eye meeting, he continued to look over at her throughout the concert. At some point, he winked, and another time he took his hand up to his ear made a ringing phone handmotion and said "I'm gonna call you." Of course, the girls in front of Amalia thought it was for them, and it made Amalia feel a bit awkward. Maybe it was for them. Maybe the alcohol was making Amalia see things and let her imagination overtake her. But when he looked her way, she felt his dark eyes punctuate her soul, like on the train a week ago.
Every now and then Santana and Frida each came back to Amalia to chuck their drink and then went straight back to the front again. Even though Amalia for the most part just stood there, not knowing the lyrics to anything, the time went by very fast and suddenly they were being escorted backstage again, just meters away from meeting the band.
