𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 ✞𝑡𝑜𝑚 𝑘𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑧✞

part one

Hamburg 2010

His eyes said a thousand words.

His glossed stare fixated on hers through the streams of rain that filled the space between them. Pouring, the droplets sounded like running water, cascading over everything below and flooding the darkened scene with its lucid body. The world was dark around them, no sound or movement present in comparison to the rising tension growing in the distance between them. The pearled beads rolled down his skin, reflecting the streetlights of the city and emphasising the undulating shadows over his angular face. Similarly, her complexion grew moist, her feline cheekbones now dewey with rain. Soaked through, their clothes stuck to their skin, but they didn't care.

They just stared.

His eyes said a thousand words; one of these being- please.

~*~

The white powder moved slickly against the sharp edge of the credit card, arranging itself into uniform lines upon the mirrored surface. While raking them up, Tom watched blankly as they formed, the row of white lines staring back at him between the flashing lights backstage.

Temples thumping, he leant further down into the table, narrowing his eyes as he focused and attempted to drown out the chaotic noise surrounding him: the static of large speakers, the layered voices of managers and officials organising backstage and being the loudest, the repeating chants of female cries from the crowd.

"Ready in five?" one manager raised his brows over to Tom, placing his index finger on his ear piece as he stared seriously at him. Tom nodded.

Once he disappeared, Tom resumed it pre-show routine, delicately rolling up a bill between his fingers tightly. After a final alignment with the credit card, he exhaled before placing the small cylinder up to his nostril and the opposite end onto the mirrored surface. As he moved from left to right, he inhaled deeply, feeling the powder rush up into his system with a dry numbness.

Tipping his head back, he parted his lips and took several deep breaths, feeling the stage lights hot against his skin. He felt as the drugs engulfed him, expanding from the back of his throat and within him; the wave of euphoria rising slowly.

Coughing slightly, he brushed the back of his hand against his nose and weaved through the assembled people backstage, seeing how they parted immediately for him.

Aligned against the wall, he approached the rack of guitars, running his index finger along the glossed body and strings, feeling their cool metal beneath the pad of his finger. Quickly, he threw the thick strap over his shoulder, feeling how comfortably the guitar rested against his body, perfectly aligning with his reach.

His heart pounded in his chest, a constant feeling he always had before shows. Bile rose in his throat as he joined the remaining band.

"Ready?" Bill smiled over, his words escaping between deep breaths.

Tom nodded.

Exchanging glances around the three other boys, he saw how they all nodded nervously, each expression being slightly different, but not atypical from how they usually were before shows. Their eyes suddenly stared over to the stage as a voice sounded over the entire arena, loud and enthusiastic as they introduced them.

"And give it up for Tokio Hotel!" he announced, immediately causing an eruption of squeals and feminine cries to sound throughout the stadium.

His breaths slowed as his feet moved onto the stage, the hot lights invading his vision like blades. Soon, the cries settled around him, his blurred vision redefining into sharp focus as he stared out at the sea of faces, a cocky smirk toying on his lips.