Chapter 8: Debauchery

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Three weeks have elapsed, and I have put an end to my tumultuous state. Since signing the contract, everything has been unfolding in rapid succession, leaving me with little time to dwell on adolescent stories. The pre-departure rush has already begun, and I find myself overwhelmed by the workload. There's no longer room for daydreaming; my days are consumed by pondering, seeking inspiration from blogs and magazines, and observing the unique styles of each band member.


Orders for outfits and accessories are pouring in, and everything must be ready in time. On my desk, stacks of failed sketches, torn papers, spools of thread, and fabrics of various shapes and textures occupy space. I strive to strike a delicate balance between bespoke craftsmanship and industrial efficiency. My goal is to create my own pieces that will be showcased on stage and elevate my clients' appearance. The theme for the 'Humanoid' tour is crystal clear—a plunge into a futuristic cityscape. Bill, as the lead singer, assumes the role of protagonist, donning the most extravagant and avant-garde garments. This theme ignites immense inspiration within me, and I am certain that I will revel in the process of crafting the finest pieces for them. To me, the act of creating, collecting, and assembling represents true happiness.

I believe I have already organized outfits for the first three months, and achieving the objective for the full five-month tour prior to the start of the European leg seems easily attainable. From September to mid-December, the promotional tour for the album will take place, with the band loaded with interviews, film shoots, and meet-ups. Then, finally, in February, the worldwide concert tour will commence.

Despite an overwhelming excitement, my anxiety refuses to let go, and I genuinely fear not being able to make the right choices. Since my conversation with Tom, I haven't seen them. Every time Georg suggests going out with them or simply saying hello, I decline. The accumulation of my embarrassment and the stress of the workload I have to accomplish make me want to avoid crossing paths with them altogether. However, with just a few days left before the start of the promotional campaign, numerous meetings are scheduled to finalize the details and organize everyone's roles. I have seen the boys, and I have communicated with them in the utmost professionalism. Formal attire is naturally required for these important gatherings. I must admit that my eyes were drawn to Tom like an overpowering magnet. It was the first time I had seen him in a suit. He, usually dressed in loose and streetwear clothing, looked captivating in a suit that perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders. His towering height bestowed elegance upon him, and his carefully chosen words exuded a certain maturity. This man dangerously attracts me, and I cannot allow it. Whenever our gazes met as I observed every detail of his being, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly averted my eyes, hoping I had not revealed anything.

The important meetings continue, and I refuse to be categorized as the "privileged little one" of the Listing family. Despite my hasty integration, I have found my voice, expressed my ideas, invited criticism, and brought creativity to the artistic direction. It's decided—I will make a name for myself in this industry and earn the respect of my collaborators. When I reflect on how I got to this point, I am proud of my growth.

On the last Saturday of August, a party, seemingly turned into a tradition to bid farewell to summer, is organized. A luxurious villa is rented for the occasion, and all the close friends of the band members are invited. Of course, Georg, always concerned about my well-being, categorically refuses to let me attend. But he doesn't know me that well. I feel the urgent need to verify for myself that he remains well-behaved and doesn't cross any boundaries, out of respect for his girlfriend. So I embark on a grand secret mission, motivated solely by this reason. I enjoy parties and having fun, but only when I am welcome...

Determined to keep an eye on Georg, I prepare myself meticulously, choosing an outfit that exudes both elegance and mystery. A fitted black dress that accentuates my silhouette and matching high heels complete my look. I contemplate myself in the mirror, making final adjustments to my earrings and lightly applying makeup to enhance my features. I run my fingers through my hair, smoothing it out, and then adorn a pair of Gucci sunglasses that add the finishing touch to the ensemble.

Threads of Destiny (Tom Kaulitz) eng versWhere stories live. Discover now