Dreams Can Come True

53. Humanoid

The next morning dawned with an exciting energy, palpable in the air as I sat in the car with Bill and Tom, on our way to Tokio Hotel's studio for the long-awaited CD release of Humanoid. The atmosphere in the car was charged with anticipation, and I could feel the nervousness radiating from Bill and Tom as we drew closer to our destination.
"Exciting day, huh?" Tom remarked, his voice infused with excitement and nerves. Bill nodded in agreement, a smile on his face. "Always a little nervous when a new CD comes out," he added, his gaze fixed on the road as he drove.
I reassuringly placed my hand on Bill's shoulder. "Don't worry, guys," I assured them. "The CD is going to sell amazingly. You've worked hard on it, and it's fantastic. People are going to love it."
Bill and Tom nodded in agreement, their faces glowing with pride. But when Tom made his remark, a playful atmosphere broke through in the space.
"Yeah, you know, now that I know everything about you, Elise, and I know how much Bill missed you, I understand why Bill could write such powerful songs," Tom remarked, with a twinkle in his eyes. I couldn't help but smile at his comment. "Yeah," I replied, "Down on you describes that perfectly."
Tom burst into laughter at the memory of the song. "Yeah, that song was written when you came back into this world," he chuckled.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by a wave of energy, making the air heavy with the tension that was palpable. The corridors of the studio buzzed with activity as the Tokio Hotel crew prepared for this important day.
We took our seats in the common area, surrounded by the band members and the rest of the team. Georg and Gustav, normally so calm and composed, were now unmistakably nervous. Their hands trembled slightly as they tried to calm themselves.
As the crew busied themselves setting up the screens, I felt the excitement and anticipation rising in the room. The tension was almost tangible as we all waited for the moment of truth: the unveiling of the sales figures for the new album. Technicians worked feverishly to get everything in order, while the band members and the rest of the team impatiently watched.
When the sales figures finally appeared on the big screen, there was a momentary intake of breath. But soon, the numbers skyrocketed, and a wave of joy flooded the room. A deafening cheer erupted as the numbers continued to climb, much higher than anyone had dared to dream. Everyone jumped up from their seats, a mix of amazement, joy, and excitement on their faces.
Champagne corks popped, and the room filled with the sound of celebratory toasts. Bill grabbed me and swung me through the air, an expression of pure joy on his face. I couldn't help but smile as he set me back on the ground. "I'm so happy for you guys," I whispered, touched by the emotion in the room.
As I stood back on the ground, our eyes met, and I saw the deep gratitude and joy in his eyes. He leaned in, his voice softly trembling with emotion. "Thank you," he whispered.
I looked him straight in the eye, overwhelmed by his love and dedication to his music and his band. "Why?" I asked, curious about his thoughts and feelings.
He smiled, a mixture of happiness and wonder on his face. "You were my inspiration for every song on this CD," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Our ups and downs inspired me to create this with my friends. It's because of you that I was able to express myself the way I wanted to and make the music I love."
A glass of champagne was offered to me, but I couldn't take my eyes off Bill. I grabbed his hand and looked deeply into his eyes.
The moment was magical, filled with love and pride. As I held his hand, my heart full of emotion, I whispered, "I love you," knowing that our bond was stronger than ever.

I left the bustling party for a moment to take some time for myself and go to the restroom. The door of the meeting room closed softly behind me, and I suddenly found myself in a long, clean hallway that starkly contrasted with the liveliness of the party. The sounds of music and the buzz of voices gradually faded as I walked further.
As I walked along the white walls, the corridor felt almost chilly and empty. The only illumination came from the bright, cool lamps hanging from the ceiling, giving the hallway an almost clinical look. The atmosphere was so different from that of the meeting room, where everyone was celebrating the good numbers.
Suddenly, at the end of the hallway, I saw a figure appear, a man who moved irregularly as he stumbled forward. His body language betrayed a sense of instability, and I saw him almost bumping into the wall. My first instinct was to come to his aid, but as I approached, I began to hesitate.
The man looked neglected, his clothes worn and stained, his long hair greasy and unkempt. In his hand, he held a bottle of whiskey tightly, as if it were his only anchor in a world that had let him down. His beard was unkept, and his face marked by life, with deep lines that spoke of difficult times and painful experiences.
When our eyes met, I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something weathered in his gaze, a mixture of despair, pain, and perhaps even resignation. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and I was overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. This was David, and I stood alone in this hallway, without any form of help nearby.