Dreams Can Come True

44. Ich Tausch sie gegen die Welt

The sparkle of excitement in Elise's eyes was impossible to miss when I asked her to play her new song. Her face beamed with enthusiasm as she jumped out of bed and hurriedly made her way to her laptop. "Wait a moment, I'll grab my laptop so I can play it for you," she called over her shoulder.
"No, wait," I called after her, an idea forming in my mind. Elise turned around, her curious gaze fixed on me as I told her, "I'll be right back."
I left the bedroom and quietly made my way to Tom's room, where he was still in bed, clearly worn out from his hangover. With a silent chuckle, I grabbed his Gibson guitar from its stand, the wood grain feeling warm and familiar under my fingers. A small smile played on my lips as I picked up his Gibson guitar from the stand. It felt like a rebellious act to use his beloved instrument without his permission, but I couldn't wait to see Elise's reaction.
On tiptoe, I crept back to our bedroom, where Elise was eagerly waiting. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as I brought out the guitar.
"I have a better idea," I announced as I carefully placed the guitar on the bed, holding her gaze. "How about a live performance?"
Elise's mouth dropped open in astonishment when she saw the guitar. "But... I can't play guitar at all," she stammered, her voice filled with doubt.
"Maybe you can," I replied, my voice soft and reassuring. I set the guitar down in front of her, piquing her curiosity. "The other Elise could play a little guitar too," I reminded her with a smile, holding her gaze. "That doesn't mean I can," she retorted, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.
With a reassuring smile, I shrugged. "You were also convinced you couldn't sing. And look where you are now," I teased her with a playful twinkle in my eyes. "Just give it a try," I encouraged her as I pushed the guitar towards her, confident that she could do it.

My heart pounded in anticipation as Elise hesitantly picked up the guitar. Her fingers tenderly stroked the strings, her gaze focused on the instrument before her. A moment of silence hung in the air as she concentrated, her nerves palpable in the room.
Then the first chords began to sound, soft and tender like a breeze wafting through the room. Elise's fingers danced effortlessly over the strings, her movements smooth and flawless.
As she began to sing, time seemed to stand still. Her voice filled the room with an enchanting melody, her words like poetry straight from her soul. Her voice was clear and powerful, yet imbued with a tender emotion that deeply moved me. It was as if her voice made the walls of our bedroom tremble, while the melodies acted as balm for my soul.
I sat breathlessly listening, my heartbeat quickening with every note she played and every line she sang. Goosebumps spread across my skin as I sank into the magic of her music. It was a beautiful song, full of emotion and intensity, and it felt like it was written especially for her, as if she were speaking directly to my heart with her words.
When she finally played the last notes and gently laid the guitar on the bed, she looked at me with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement and uncertainty. My breath caught in my throat at her question, overwhelmed by the power of her music and the depth of her emotion.
"Wow," was all I could manage, my voice whispering, filled with awe. I felt speechless, overwhelmed by the beauty of her music and the power of her voice. "That was... incredible," I continued.
Elise smiled broadly at my words, her eyes shining with pride and happiness. It was clear that she felt surprised by her own achievement, and I could almost feel her sense of triumph in the air. "Really?" she asked, her voice almost whispering with disbelief. "I... I'm glad you liked it."
I nodded enthusiastically, my smile as wide as hers. "More than liked it," I assured her, my voice filled with sincerity. "It was amazing. Seriously, Elise, you have real talent."
Her cheeks tinged slightly pink at my compliment, but she looked at me with a radiant smile. It was evident that my words touched her in a way that went deeper than just compliments. It was as if she had discovered something within herself, something she had been searching for all along, and my acknowledgment of her talent confirmed that for her in a way that words couldn't describe.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice gently trembling with emotion. "That means a lot to me."
I took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Always," I promised her, my voice full of love and support. "I'll always be here to encourage and support you, Elise. You're amazing."

Her smile widened at my words, and she leaned closer to me, her body warm against mine. In that moment, surrounded by the magic of her music and the warmth of her love, I felt complete and happy. It was as if the world outside our bedroom faded away, leaving just the two of us, together in our own little bubble of happiness and love. And in that moment, I knew that there was nothing that could tear us apart, for we were more than just lovers - we were each other's rocks, each other's pillars of strength and support, forever and always.
As Elise looked deep into my eyes, her gaze penetrating and intense, she broke the silence with words that echoed through the room as a surprise. "Actually, this song was written by the other Bill Kaulitz from my world," she said softly, her tone tinged with a hint of melancholy.
A wave of surprise briefly overwhelmed me, but soon it faded. It was as if I had momentarily forgotten that this was a song from her world, written by my counterpart walking around there, but it didn't matter. This song, this music floating between us in the room, felt so real, so genuine, that it didn't matter who had written it. It was as if it was meant for us, for her, regardless of its origin.
"I know," I replied, my voice soft but full of conviction. "But here, in this world, it feels like it was written especially for you. It fits perfectly with who you are, with what you feel and what you're going through. And that's all that matters."