A whole new person

1 | New country, new beginning

I stepped out of the taxi with my few bags in hand. First then it hit me; I'm in LA. I have an apartment of my own. I have a job. I'm like a whole new person.

I wondered if I would even be able to make it on my own, but this apartment was as cheap as it looked, so it wouldn't take that much effort to afford the rent.

Being used to living on my mums money was gonna have it's downsides. This was one of them; getting used to live in a small and ugly apartment. But it was fine, I could just decorate it on the inside so it would look good.

I walked through the doors of the building. I walked up the many stairs regretting that I'd didn't just use the elevator, and I inserted the key. I twisted it and walked inside.

There weren't any furniture yet, and I wasn't structured enough to have thought about packing a mattress or anything to sleep on. So typical me had to walk out again almost immediately to grab another taxi and drive to the closest and cheapest place to buy a mattress. Hopefully, when I had made some money, I could buy an actual bed next time I would be in that store.

My mum didn't care to pay for anything when I moved to America. She said that my years all over Europe were expensive enough, especially since it was supposed to be one year. And here I was, in 2011, looking forward to my first runway in LA.

My carrier as model started in France. At first I didn't make a lot of money, but then I went to London, and as time went on, I became more and more known among the agencies around the world.

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I laid down on my new mattress and put a blanket over myself. I fell asleep pretty quickly because of the long travel.

When I woke up again, it was a little foggy outside. It was obviously early morning, and I didn't hesitate to put on my tights and a velour hoodie after getting ready in the bathroom. As soon as was ready I went out for a run down to the little local supermarket to buy myself an ice coffee. I sat down and drank it on a bench outside the store.

There weren't any people here. It was a quiet part of the town. Not long from my apartment building were all the fancy and expensive houses.

To my surprise I finally saw someone walking on the other side of the street. Two guys, one in baggy jeans and a black, baggy hoodie, and one in tight, black jeans and a black hoodie. They had sunglasses on, even though the sun wasn't even out from behind the morning clouds.

They came closer, and that's when I realised. It was them. Tom an Bill Kaulitz.