On Tour ~ [Tom Kaulitz]

[4] And so, it begins

After a while, the flashing camera lights stopped and the interviewers either left, or joined each other with a drink. Probably celebrating their articles that are going to earn them some big money after tonight.

I am swinging my hips from side to side and sipping my wide martini glass. "I have to go," I say, and look around for someone to hold my finished drink. "Go?" "I have to pee, wait right here."

I walk away and grab a new drink from the bar, "I'll be right back!"

The drink I grabbed tastes really bitter, gross. I find my way through the crowd, trying not to run into anyone I might know. A drunk conversation was the last thing I needed right now. Eventually I end up at the side of the space, and I finally notice a toilet sign. 

I push the door open, careful not to spill my drink. When it closes behind me, the music fades away and the pumping sound in my ears is suddenly very noticeable. I open and close my eyes a few times to get adjusted to the lights and put my glass on the sink.

When I turn around, I feel myself bumping into someone. I look up and look into the eyes of a tall guy. His features were soft and defined, with hollowed cheeks and a strong gaze. His dark eye make-up and spiky hair is something I'd never seen before, they remind me of lion manes.

"Whoa, Scar, what are you doing here?" I ask, and the guy raises an eyebrow at me, clearly confused by my comment. "Scar? From The Lion King?" I repeat, trying to get a laugh out of him.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, waving his hand in front of my face. "Or high?" 

I huff, "neither, who do you take me for?" But when he taps against the margarita glass on the sink, he smirks. "Drunk, got it." 

I hold up my hand with my thumb and index finger almost touching. "Just a little."

~

"What are you doing here?" Bill aks the the girl he just bumped into. She has to think for a few seconds and looks around. "Oh, I had to pee. Like, really bad." She suddenly gives him her drink and turns around to enter one of the stalls. Bill can hear her sigh when she sits down, he feels quite confused with the situation.

The red-haired girl walks out of the stall again, brushing a strand out of her face. He notices her skirt is stuck in her panties in the back, so he carefully tugs at it to take it out, not wanting her to walk around wasted like that. "So, um-" "Mia."

Bill looks up. "Right, Mia. You know this is the men's bathroom, right?"

The girl whose name turns out to be Mia, turns around after washing her hands with a shocked look on her face. "That's why the toilet is so dirty." Bill drops his jaw, he just used that exact same stall. "Hey, I sit down when I pee." He exclaims, causing Mia to laugh.

She looks vibrant when she laughs, and earns a smile from him. But even when she looks enchanting, she is absolutely not down to earth. She links her arm to his and makes her way to the door, and Bill decides to put the drink back on the sink, hoping she wouldn't miss it.

"So, who are you?" Mia asks after spending a good five minutes walking around with him. He can't help but smile. "My name is Bill, I'm here with my band. Tokio Hotel, maybe you have heard of it," he kindly explains to her, but she frowns. "I thought it was Tokio Mansion." The freckles on Mia's cheeks move around when she makes very exaggerated faces while she talks. "Who told you that?"

Bill is happy to get some sort of recognition out of her, but he is also offended by the fact she got the name of his band wrong. Bill tries to keep the conversation going for a while, hoping to help her sober up a bit. He wonders what she's like when she hasn't filled herself up with half the drinks available at the red carpet.

Just when Mia is about to answer one of his questions, she leans to the left and walks into someone, grabbing their bicep with the hand that's not holding onto Bill's arm. He quickly helps her regain her balance and she apologizes to the man. He says it's not problem and walks off, but Mia turns towards Bill with a gaping mouth. 

"I just totally fell into the arms of Jack Davenport," she hisses, and Bill giggles. "Don't laugh." She shoves him and he gently shoves her back. "Don't tell the press," she adds, whispering as if it's one of her darkest secrets.

"Would you be fucked if the press had seen it? Are you that famous?"

"Pft, no. I'm basically my parents' shadow, which is nothing interesting if you ask me. But the paparazzi seems to think otherwise." She shrugs, and Bill pulls a face that says he's curious about who her parents are. By telling Bill the name of the scandalous movie they did together, he immediately knows who they are. "You're kidding," Bill exclaims, "I love their movies! And now that you've said it, your eyes resemble your fathers' perfectly."

She smiles, "thanks." 

If that wasn't the most innocent smile Bill had ever seen. Mia is fidgeting with her mesh gloves, and just when he is about to compliment her outfit, he gets called over by Georg. His band member mouths the word 'sign', and he notices a young girl standing with a piece of paper. 

Bill quickly takes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to Mia. "Here, put your number in there. I'll be right back." He walks off, and then turns around to add "don't run off with it!"

~

A wide smile spreads across my face, I liked this guy. His soft personality and sweet giggles make it hard to dislike him. I squinted my eyes, trying to find the right digits. It's a struggle, but I manage to get the right phone number. I think.

"What are you doing?" Bill asks when he walks up to me. "Shh, I'm on the phone," I answer, having both our phones pressed on one of my ears. "I'm making sure I got the right number."

Bill takes his phone from my hands and hangs up. "I like you." He says, and Mia nods approvingly. "And I like your hair." "Just my hair?" Bill asks and laughs. "Your piercings too." I answer with a determined nod. 

"Hey, I was wondering. If you're staying here for another day, you should totally join me join me tomorrow."

I nod slowly, thinking about his offer. "Depends on what the plan for tomorrow is." "I have no idea either, but we could find out together?" He asks, and holds out his hand. I stare at it for a second before I decide to shakes it. "Deal."