Smalltown Boy

first death

11:24 PM

11:25
are u coming at the after party? xx

                                                                                 11:33
Amari? u sleep?

11:35
A <3 : Sorry, was busy. want me to come?
send adress :D

11:36
yes, sending u now

Bill shoved his phone back in his pocket and hugged himself with his own arms, looking down at his legs.
He desperately tried to calm his anxiety around people.
He never liked after parties, he felt like suffocating, he was forced to though, if Tom was going, then him too.
The singer was sitting at a table trying to ignore the people walking around him to other tables, he hated that.

His brother was nowhere to be found, Georg having drinks with a girl, and Gustav probably sleeping at the hotel, Bill tried calling him twice for him to come save him but no answer.

He stared at his glass of whiskey, the ice cubes slowly melting because of the heat of the small party room.

"Bill? excuse us, can we take a picture?" Two fans
asked as they sat the table. Bill raised his head a bit to see the two new strangers. He showed a fake smile nodding softly, he was surprised to see one of them was a boy, who had the same style as him, he even had the same belt.

The three took the pose for the picture, waiting for the flash of the camera, it was making Bill blind.

"Thank you so much Bill, we love your music, and you inspire us so much. do you mind if we talk a bit?" The blonde haired girl asked, holding her camera in her hands, the other boy looked a bit shy, he was staring into the singer's eyes it was actually creeping him out.

"Erhm..."
Bill looked around, searching for Amari through the tons of people, unfortunately he wasn't here yet, he was trapped. He was forced to accept, he didn't want the medias to say that mr. Bill Kaulitz is in fact a rude artist.
"..Sure." he continued, showing the same fake smile again.

The two fans tried keeping their scream inside of them and they started talking about everything.
They had a band too with three other people. They were only starting, apparently Tokio Hotel gave them inspiration and hope to start music too.
Bill was slowly getting anxious, it was starting to be hard for him to hide it.

He was scratching his own arms with his nails as he held himself, and his right knee started moving again. It was starting to get hard to breathe, the loud noises around him and the lights were making him feel so dizzy.

"Hum, would you want me to give you my jacket? you seemed to be cold, or maybe a new drink? to warm yourself?"
The boy asked Bill with a large smirk seeing him shaking like he was dying cold, but he was in fact very hot, so hot he felt it down his feet.

"Or maybe your phone number?" the fan continued not even understanding that Bill was having a panic attack and he needed to be evacuated.