Nightmare-tom kaulitz

Friends/bands forever

Tom's POV:

True's text made me feel hopeful. Bill seems to be okay with her now, but I don't know if it's too soon to start talking to him about her again. I don't want to push him too much too fast.
The concert just ended and we have met and talked to some fans. A few of the girls seemes strange. They were always in the back and they almost avoided us. I think Georg managed to talk to one of them at some point but I didn't notice for how long. They were staring at me in a strange way. I couldn't tell if they were in love with me or disgusted by me. But I let it go and just went out to the bus after taking a shower. That's when I saw True's text.
I look over at Bill on the couch, exctatic as always after doing a show. And I don't want to possibly ruin that by talking him into liking her even more. I think he just needs time. Everything is good right now.

Trudy's POV:

Everything feels right when I wake up the next morning. Bonnie is sleeping in the bunk above me and Maggie is lightly snoring. It's almost a soothing sound. Connie is sleeping like a rock, breathing through her mouth like always.
I look at the time on my phone. 8:22 in the morning. That seems like a pretty good time to be awake. The bus isn't moving which means we have eithe crashed while we were sleeping, or we have arrived at the next place. This time, we have the whole say to prepare for the show. This show is bigger and longer. We have addes five more songs in the end of the show. There will be 5.000 more people than yesterday, and I'm incredibly excited.
My face might be a little fucked but nobody will notice when I'm on the stage. Who cares?

I pull the curtain and step out of bed, making sure not to make any noise. I tip toe out of the "bedroom" and slide the door closed to every noise I make outside, won't be heard in the bedroom. My phone makes a noise and I look at it. It's a text from a number that I don't know. I open my phone and look at the entire text.

Hi True. This is Bill. Tom gave me your number, I just thought it would be useful to have each other's numbers.

Bill. Huh. How interesting. I thought it was Tom texting me, but if I should be honest, he doesn't seem like someone who would be awake before ten in the morning. So I text Bill back.

Me- That's probably smart. Is Tom sleeping or ghosting me?

Bill- He always sleeps late. Especially when we're on tour. Tom doesn't ghost. If he ever does, you know something is up. And btw, I'm on your side now. Tom told me about Connie and Maggie being supportive now, and I've decided to do the same. Better not hurt him though...

Me- I'm not good at hurting people. I love Tom, and I'm glad that you support us now too. I promise I'll love him with all of my heart.

Bill- I believe you. See you later today.

The door to the bedroom slides open and Connie comes out. She looks happy and rested.

"Morning sunshine." I say with a smile and start boiling some water. She says it back and sits down on a chair beside the table on the other side of the room.

"Bill texted me. He says that he feels the same as you and Maggie now. Everything works out. Nobody hates nobody." I say with excitement. Connie looks almost relieved and she looks out of the window at the trees and bushes around the parking place.

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The sun isn't shining today, but I like the dark clouds. The backstage temporary rooms and catering is better than the first place. We are alone in the entire arena except for the security and everybody working here. We lock hands and dance around the stage while singing German childrens songs that we sang together when we were younger. Back when we didn't have a band. Before we were an inseperable group. We've known each other for almost our whole lives, but haven't always been as close as when we started our band.

We spend hours on stage and backstage having fun and preparing for the concert. My phone beeps and I look. It's Tom

Tom- Do you know that our show is basically colliding with yours today?

Me- What do you mean?

Tom- Your show ends at nine. Ours starts and nine thirty. I don't know how we're supposed to pull that off, so could you ask some staff there about it? We haven't arrived yet and I just woke up.

Me- Sure. I'll go and ask. Be back in a minute.

I tell Connie about how our shows will collide later today, and she helps me find someone who can explain it to us. It turns out that most of the people watching our concert are also watching their concert. That shouldn't change anything, but we also don't have any VIP arrangement this time. But Tokio Hotel do.

Tokio Hotel arrive about lunch time. Tom and I don't hold back when we greet each other. We hug and we kiss and we don't care about our friends, because we have finally figured that out.

"You look beautiful like always." Tom tells me. I hear Gustav behins Tom making a gag noise and I can't help but laugh. Tom holds onto my waist while I look at Gustav over his shoulder.

"Jealous?" I ask Gustav as a joke.

"Nope... it's like seeing my parents kiss. Yuck!" He says and smiles. Bonnie and Maggie laugh along with me and Tom.
I notice that Bill and Connie are talking to each other and they look very invested. I wish I could hear what they were talking about. They seem to be getting along with each other pretty well. With the events of the past two days and all of the emotions I've felt, it's so nice to see everybody getting along. All of my worries are gone. Even though I slept the equivalant of two and a half hours, I don't want to sleep because I'll miss all of the fun. The fun now isn't just the show. I get to be with my friends and Tokio Hotel before the show, and that's almost better.

"You look tired, how much did you sleep?" Tom asks me, looking at me with worry.

"Oh it's fine. I slept like... two hours." I say. I know how bad it sounds but there's nothing I can do about it. He looks at me dissapointedly.

"True... come on." Tom says and takes my hand, dragging me to the couches. He sits down in one end and forces me to lay down. The moment I'm laying down, the lack of sleep hits me and knocks me out.

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