In My Dreams - Bill Kaulitz Story

36. The next day

The next morning, the morning light seeped into the tour bus as I slowly woke up next to Bill. We had been driving for hours, heading to Berlin, our next destination. It was still a whole day and night of driving before we would get there, and the realization of the hectic tour life started to dawn on me again.
I looked at Bill, his face peacefully asleep, and couldn't help but smile. The argument from the previous night now seemed so distant, and I was grateful that we had been able to resolve it. Life on tour was far from glamorous as many thought. It was tiring and demanding, but it also brought unforgettable moments and experiences. And what mattered most to me was waking up next to Bill.
I carefully crawled out of bed, so as not to wake Bill, and put on a comfortable outfit. I walked to the small kitchenette of the tour bus. The smell of coffee filled the space, and I brewed a cup for myself. As I sat at the table, sipping my coffee, I reflected on the journey so far.

While I sat in the common area, I heard slow movements in the sleeping area of the tour bus. Bill entered the space, still somewhat dazed from sleep. His messy hair and sleepy smile only made him cuter.
"Good morning," he mumbled as he stretched and suppressed a yawn.
I smiled at him. "Good morning, Bill. Did you sleep well?"
He nodded sleepily and sat down next to me. "Yeah, I think so. It's always a bit tricky to sleep in the tour bus, but sleeping next to you makes everything better."
Those words made my heart beat faster, and I silently told myself not to fall in love, Elise!
"But I'm still a bit tired. Tour life can be really exhausting, huh?" Bill continued.
I nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it's quite intense, but it's also exciting. And we're on our way to Berlin, that must be special for you."
Bill nodded and looked out the window at the passing landscape. "Yes, Berlin has always had a special place in my heart. It's where we started, where everything began."
I understood how important this city was to him. Berlin was the birthplace of Tokio Hotel and the symbol of their musical journey. As we sat together, Bill began to share his memories of the city, the small clubs they played before becoming famous, and the fans who supported them from the beginning.
"Coffee?" I asked.

While we sat there enjoying our coffee, we started to hear the soft rumble of voices from the sleeping cabins of the other band members. It seemed like the bus was slowly coming to life after a long night of traveling.
Gustav appeared first, with a sleepy look and tousled hair. He stretched and rubbed his eyes before coming over to join us at the table.
"Morning," he mumbled as he grabbed a cup of coffee.
"Morning," I smiled. "Did you sleep well?"
Gustav gave a yawn and nodded. "Fairly, I think. But I'm still a bit tired."
We drank our coffee in silence, enjoying the quiet morning and the warmth of the drink.
Georg emerged sleepily from his bedroom, rubbing his eyes, while Tom tried to fix his hair with a crumpled face. It was always funny to see how the guys looked in the morning after a long night of traveling.
"Good morning, guys," Bill greeted them with a smile.
Tom mumbled something incomprehensible as he stared at the coffee pot, and Georg nodded sleepily.
"Are we almost there?" Georg asked as he made his way to the kitchen.
"Berlin is still a whole day and night of driving," Bill replied as he took a sip of his coffee. "But we're already well on our way."

The day progressed steadily as we continued our journey to Berlin. Bas joined us in the tour bus during the day. Tom, Georg, Gustav, and Bas gathered around their laptops, each with headphones on their heads. They were busy with an intense session of Call of Duty, laughing, shouting, and discussing strategies while playing against each other.
Bill was focused on his notebook, where he was fervently writing. It was clear that he was coming up with new lyrics for his music. Occasionally, he looked up and sang softly to himself, hearing the melodies in his head.
I sat by the window, my gaze fixed on the passing landscape. The green fields and forests flashed by as the bus made its way through the beautiful scenery. I enjoyed the quiet moments when I could reflect and prepare for the upcoming days.
My thoughts drifted to my mother and the impending meeting. I felt nervous and unsure of what to say to her. It was such a strange situation because in this world, she wasn't really my mother but an entirely different person with the same name.
A part of me fervently hoped that this meeting with my mother would be some kind of turning point, that it would somehow help me return to my own world. Perhaps this was my chance to unravel the mystery of parallel worlds and finally go home.
As the tour bus got closer to Berlin, I felt a mixture of excitement and fear. What would this meeting with my "mother" bring? Could she help me, or would it only raise more questions?
I sneakily looked at Bill's notebook as he was busy with his lyrics. My eye caught the line "There's no real love in you," which he had written several times. This line was clearly intended for the song "Automatic." A question flashed through my mind: had Bill perhaps written this line for his Elise, or was it clear to him that he had no feelings for me?