When the moon met the sun (ENGLISH VERSION)

-1- BRILLIANT ON STAGE

Keisha
- Blaire hurry up!

Blaire
- Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!
I say as I descend the stairs, step by step, finishing my braid.

Keisha
- What always takes you so long to get ready!

Blaire
- Who's talking! Who's late more often than the other two of us?

Keisha
- No, but for me, it's mostly because I always lose everything at the last minute!

Blaire
- Yes, that's it. So you see, you're wasting even more of our time.
I say, grabbing my keys and shaking them under her nose.
- Let's go !
She sighs as she follows me to the car.

We've got a concert tonight. It's a big event with several bands playing. I was really looking forward to it until I found out who was on the bill.

Tokio Hotel.

This group of four boys who think they're in competition with us.
When I started making music with my three friends, we never thought we'd be so popular by now. I don't think anyone really expects to be popular when they start something.

By growing and staying together, we've managed to create a community. It's probably the best thing that's ever happened to us. Our greatest pride.

Tokio Hotel started making music long before we did. In fact, we were very fond of them. I remember still having the DVDs of some of their music. Today, in 2010, we feel like we're in battle. Knowing that it was they themselves who set themselves up against our band. We live our lives to the full as if nothing had happened. But knowing that today we'll be playing before them scares me a little. I don't really know why. It's probably because we're finally going to meet our "rivals".

Keisha, the band's singer, and I pick up Crysta, the drummer, and Christina, the bassist.
I park my car in an underground parking lot, our driver having picked us up beforehand because it's safer for us.

It's with a lump in my stomach that I contemplate the landscape through the window.

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Soon it's our turn on stage. My heart is pounding in my chest. Their eyes will be on us, I have no right to make a mistake.

Even if they've set themselves up against us, this band has been a great inspiration to us. If I screw up now, I'll be hugely embarrassed. Especially on my solo.

I'm so lost in thought that Keisha has to tap me on the shoulder to let me know it's our turn.
I leap to my feet, grabbing my guitar.

The closer I get to the stage, the bigger the lump in my stomach gets.
The colorful lights blind me slightly. Keisha greets the audience with a shout. The crowd screams, jumps and jostles. I smile at how so many people can love our songs.

I hear our names from left to right, signs go up, and despite the blinding light, I can decipher some of them. I make a heart with my hands in response. The cluster of girls begins to shout with joy.

Keisha glances at me to ask if I'm ready. I nod positively, placing my fingers on the strings.

Crysta starts the music, hitting the cymbals with her drumsticks.
My fingers slide forcefully over the strings so as not to miss my chords, avoiding the frets so as not to make any false notes.

When Keisha starts to sing, I raise my head to look out at the audience. My eyes immediately rest on the group of four boys. My breathing quickens slightly. My gaze fixes on my guitar for a few seconds, so as not to miss a beat.
When my pupils return to the band, I see the tall boy with the braids standing up, looking at me, arms crossed against his chest. Tom Kaulitz. The guitarist. My tongue runs over my dry lips, my fingers start to tire, but the moment for my solo arrives. I raise my head towards Keisha, who steps back slightly to give me room.
No time to do something wrong Blaire.
Kaulitz is watching you.

I move closer to the edge of the stage, letting my finger slide along the rope. I close my eyes, concentrating as hard as I can. I've never had such a fast solo. My fingertips are almost burning.
I lift my arm, catching my breath. I'd done it. Without a false note.

The audience applauds us, shouts our names over and over again.
I smile, wiping the sweat dripping from my forehead.
We wave as we head for the exit.

In the dressing rooms, we spot Bill Kaulitz, lead singer of Tokio Hotel, drinking a glass of water and hopping slightly.
Tom comes up behind him, meeting my gaze. I place my guitar on its stand, keeping my eyes on him. The band walk past to get ready to take the stage. I reach for a bottle of water when a hand grabs my shoulder.

- Well done.
I hear in the hollow of my ear.

It was a male voice. Turning around, I noticed Tom, holding his guitar, giving me a discreet smile. I approach the corner of the stage. The crowd goes wild. Bill is jumping up and down, shouting
- "Hello Germany!"

All the girls raise their hands in his direction. He runs the length of the stage, clapping each hand as he starts to sing. I lean against the wall, watching them play. I'm watching the band that inspired me, playing in front of me. I might think it's a dream, but at that moment, my whole life would be one.
My attention is focused on the braided boy. He plays the guitar with an agility in his fingers worthy of the name. He bobs his head up and down in front of the basiste. These two make an extraordinary duo. I haven't even mentioned the drummer yet. He's got mad talent too. Crysta has already told me that if she had to take on a private teacher to improve, she'd choose Gustav without a doubt, which I understand.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I notice Tom's gaze, directed at me. He smiles as he tries to catch his breath. I look away, down at the ground.
I take a few steps to grab my bag, taking out one of my cigarettes, placing it between my lips, heading for the exit.

A cool breeze hits my face. I take out my lighter and let out the flame, caressing the cold tobacco.
I jump slightly when I hear the door behind me open.
I freeze for a few seconds before turning to face the person in front of me.

- Blaire.
- Tom.
I say, blowing smoke out of my mouth.

He lights his cigarette, leaning against the wall next to the door. There's a long silence for a few minutes. I shiver slightly from the cold.

Tom
- Are you cold?

Blaire
- No I'm really hot can't you see?
I say crushing my cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Tom
- There's no need to be so aggressive.

Blaire
- You're the one who hates us.

Tom
- I've never hated you.
He says crushing his mego.
- I never hated you.
he says shoving his hands in his pockets.

I cross my arms around my chest, a slight sneer on my lips.
I head for the door, my hand coming to grip his shoulder.

- Well done.
I say as I step inside.