Dreams Can Come True

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POV Bill

The final part of the "Automatic" music video was a solo section for me, a moment where I stood alone on stage, and my voice needed to sound as if I were conquering the world. I gave everything I had, letting my voice resonate through the space as the cameras captured my every move. It was an intense moment, a chance to fully let go and show my passion for music to the world.
Finally, the weather had improved, allowing the filming to continue. The days of waiting were over, and now the time had come to give it my all. If this last take went well, we could finally go home tomorrow. I hadn't told Elise about this yet because I wanted to surprise her with my return. The thought of suddenly showing up at her door, seeing her smile, and holding her in my arms filled me with excitement.
"Okay, Bill, one more shot," I heard the producer say, and I focused again on my microphone. The music began to play, and I got carried away by the melody, my voice blending with the instruments to create an enchanting sound. With every note I sang, I felt the energy coursing through my veins, my heartbeat quickening with excitement.
The cameras buzzed around me, determined to capture every moment, every gesture, every emotion. But I wasn't concerned with the technical details; I was completely immersed in the music, in the power of the moment.
After the last note, there was silence, followed by applause from the crew. I took a deep breath, my chest filled with a sense of satisfaction. This was it; this was what we had worked for. And now I could finally go home, to Elise.
With a smile, I thanked the crew and said goodbye to the set. Tomorrow, I would go home, to her. The mere prospect filled me with a warm feeling of happiness and excitement. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms, to tell her how much I had missed her.

After a long, exhausting day on the music video set, I felt drained but fulfilled as I returned to our hotel. My feet ached from all the standing and moving, but the excitement of the moment gave me renewed energy. When I walked into Tom's room, I was greeted by the rest of Tokio Hotel, their eyes shining with anticipation and hope.
"Is it in the can?" Georg exclaimed, his voice full of expectation as he looked at me with wide eyes. I couldn't help but grin broadly and nod. "We did it, guys," I said, my voice brimming with emotion. Tom and Gustav immediately started cheering, and soon the sound of their enthusiasm filled the room, mingling with the sound of my own pounding heartbeat.
This victory felt like a triumph after many days of hard work. I looked at my bandmates, the people with whom I had experienced so much, and felt a deep connection. It wasn't just our success; it was our collective success.
"I can't wait to see the final result," Gustav said, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he expressed his genuine admiration. Tom nodded in agreement, his smile as wide as the horizon. "It's going to be an amazing music video," he added, his voice full of confidence and pride. "Especially because I'm in it," he joked, making us all laugh and further brightening the atmosphere.
"Shall we celebrate tonight?" Georg asked, his smile wide and contagious. We all enthusiastically agreed. A party at the hotel with the entire crew who helped make the music video was exactly what we needed after such an intensive period.

The party buzzed with energy and excitement as music thumped through the room and people laughed and danced. It was still early in the evening, but the atmosphere was already lively and exuberant. We had agreed to end the party early since we had an early departure for our return trip to Germany.
With a glass of champagne in my hand, I toasted with Tom, the bubbles sparkling in the light as we looked at each other. "We are doing unbelievably well," Tom whispered in my ear, a proud smile on his face. I nodded in agreement, my heart filled with gratitude for everything we had achieved. "We've come a long way, but look at what we've accomplished," I said, my voice filled with emotion. We clinked our glasses again. "To us," Tom said with a smile. "To us," I echoed, my heart warm with joy.
Suddenly, Hans stood by us, and I saw the worry in his eyes as he approached. Before he could say anything, I tried to reassure him. "Don't worry, Hans," I said with a reassuring smile. "We won't drink too much, and this party will be over soon," I added, glancing at the clock.
But the seriousness in Hans' voice showed that there was more to it. "Bill, Tom," he began in a concerned tone. "Can I speak to you outside for a moment?" His words made my heart rate quicken, and I felt a knot of worry in my stomach. Without hesitation, I nodded, and with a worried look at Tom, I followed Hans outside, where the cool night air greeted us.