Dreams Can Come True

31. Fan

The evening descended upon the parking lot, and the last rays of sun cast a warm glow over the asphalt. Bas and I stood outside, a sigh of relief escaping our lips. It had been a tough day of work, but we were both proud of what we had accomplished.
Bas pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. As he took a satisfying drag, he leaned casually against his car. "Shouldn't I give you a ride?" he offered, the smoke swirling around him.
I smiled politely and shook my head. "No, thanks, Bas. I prefer to walk. It clears my head, and it's just a short twenty-minute stroll."
Bas nodded understandingly and took another drag of his cigarette. "Are you sure?" he asked, giving me an appraising look.
"Absolutely," I confirmed. "I appreciate the offer, but I really enjoy that short walk after a day in the studio. It helps me organize my thoughts."
He smiled and stubbed out his cigarette on the ground. "Okay, suit yourself. I'll see you back at the studio after the weekend then."
After tossing his cigarette on the ground, Bas got into his car. With a cheerful honk, he drove off, music faintly audible from his open window. I watched him for a moment before turning my thoughts to my evening walk. "Good luck tomorrow," he called out.
The evening air was refreshing, and the streets were quiet. I reflected on the day and the new song we had created. Tomorrow, something else was on the agenda, something I was both excited and nervous about.
Tomorrow, I would be viewing different properties with a real estate agent. The thought of finding my own place filled me with a mix of excitement and anticipation. What would my future home look like? Would it be a cozy apartment where I could truly feel at home?

As I walked through the streets of Berlin, I let myself be carried away by the vibrancy of the city. The sounds of the city filled the air: the hustle and bustle of people hurrying by, the soft hum of cars rushing past, and occasionally the excited laughter from nearby cafes. The neon lights of the shops and bars cast colorful glimmers on the sidewalks, creating a magical atmosphere that enchanted me.
Suddenly, I heard someone call my name from behind. I turned slowly and was greeted by the sight of a girl in her early twenties. Her long black hair flowed like a dark waterfall over her shoulders, and her nails were painted black, adding a touch of mystery to her overall appearance. Her eyes, shining with excitement and curiosity, met mine as she approached me with quick steps. The streetlights cast a soft light on her face, accentuating her features and further enhancing her mysterious aura.
"Are you Elise?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
I nodded, slightly surprised that someone recognized me on the street. "Yes, that's me."
"Omg, I saw you at a Tokio Hotel concert! You were amazing!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm almost palpable.
A warm feeling of pride filled me at her words. "Thank you, that means a lot to me."
"Can I please take a selfie with you?" she asked as she pulled out her camera, her hands trembling with excitement.
"Yes, of course," I replied with a smile, as we posed together for the camera.
After the photo, she asked a few more questions, her curiosity unabated. "Are you Bill Kaulitz's ex?" she asked.
I felt a pang of discomfort at that question but knew I couldn't say we were together because of the contract. "Yes, that's correct," I eventually answered.
"Is he still single?" she continued, her curiosity sharp.
My heart skipped a beat at that question. "Yes, he's still single," I confirmed, knowing I couldn't say anything else.
With a grateful smile, the girl bid farewell and continued on her way through the busy streets of Berlin. I stood for a moment, my thoughts swirling about the unexpected conversation. This was the first time someone had approached me on the street, and while it was a compliment, it also felt a bit strange.
I decided to take a slight detour to Bill and Tom's apartment. Although it was only a few extra minutes of walking, it felt like a safety measure. Perhaps it was irrational, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I might be followed.
What if the fans found out where Bill and Tom lived? The idea alone made me anxious because that was the last thing I wanted. As I walked on, I kept a close eye on my surroundings, alert for any signs of Tokio Hotel fans. My heart was beating faster than usual, and I felt uncomfortable in the dark streets of Berlin. Hopefully, it was just my imagination, and I would soon make it home safely.