a/n: it's the twins birthday rn here in eastern America! i can't believe they are 34 🥹🥹🥹 happy birthday to my bookies! 🥰 anyways y'all thank you for all the love and support, i literally love y'all sm 🤭
"Are you okay, Liebe?" I heard Tom say and I turned my head to see him walking up to me as I sat in front of my keyboard. "Quite nervous, actually," I admitted and he chuckled. "Me too."
"We all are," Bill said from next to me and I looked over at him as he was getting his makeup done. I smiled at him as he eased my nerves a bit. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks," I said with a smile. "You too." Tom flipped his imaginary hair and blew me a kiss. "You know it, boo." Bill and I both began laughing at his brother and shook our heads.
"Totally got that." We turned our heads to see the camera crew from Tokio Hotel TV and Tom's eyes widened. "You've been caught!" I said while still laughing and he rolled his eyes before going over to the snack table.
"How are the main stars of the show?" One of the guys from the camera crew asked Bill and me. "Nervous, but ready nonetheless," Bill answered and I nodded in agreement.
After a few more minutes the camera crew moved on to film the boys' shenanigans and it was time for us to get changed.
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As I stepped back into the lounge area after changing everyone's eyes fell on me. "My girlfriend is fucking hot," Tom said excitedly as he came over to me to admire me up close.
"I do look pretty good, don't I?" I asked the rest of the boys, Georg and Bill nodded. "Understatement," Bill said with a smile. "You look like a piece of rubber that came off a blown tire on the highway."
We all looked at Gustav after he said that. "One, fuck you. You're just mad I got the better half of the Schäfer genes. Two, that was actually pretty good and I am very proud of you for coming up with that on your own." Gustav rolled his eyes playfully.
"You guys ready to get wired up and go through sound check?" Our manager asked as he stepped into the lounge and we nodded.
As they wired us up I kept my eyes on Tom who did the same to me. I am so lucky to be doing this with him. Never in a million years would I see myself here.
It didn't take long before they finished connecting us up and we made our way out to the empty arena to do our sound check.
Once everything sounded good and we were satisfied it was time for us to wait to go on stage. Gustav was drumming on the couch, Georg was practicing with his bass unplugged, Bill was doing some warm-up exercises, and Tom sat next to me as I rested my keyboard on my lap.
We had a couple of the songs that I wrote on the set list and I was beyond excited to play them, one of which Tom has not heard yet. Our excitement outweighed our nervousness as we waited until it was time.
