"Damon! Towel! Knock."
"Caroline! No one cares! No."
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Tom Kaulitz
Yeah... so I fucked up.
"The fuck do you mean the tickets are counterfeit?" I looked to Bill and Alexa, the security guard shrugged.
"Looks like you got scammed."
The fuck?
"Give me a moment." I cleared my throat, pulling my twin brother and girlfriend to the side. I can fix this, I know I can.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do." I whispered to the both of them.
Lord knows if this works.
"Tom, we don't have tickets we can't do anything about it." Alexa whispered back, but I could see a small frown on her face.
I'm going to fucking do something about it.
We came to see Shakira.
We're going to see Shakira.
"Okay, we're gonna pretend like we're famous and hope that they let us backstage." I nodded, feeling confident.
"Bitch. How are we supposed to do that?" Bill raised a brow of suspicion. I lead them to where backstage passes were, another security guard standing in front of the entrance.
"Hey..." I gulped, waving to him.
He lowered his eyesight to me, not breaking character. I pulled Alexa behind me a little.
"Right... anyway, we've been given special instructions to go backstage to warm up." I tried to not make it seem like I was lying, this whole thing had to work as long as he was dumb enough to let us through.
"No ticket. No entry."
Bill pushed me to the side.
"Do you know who we are?" He scoffed, motioning to Alexa and I.
"Don't know. Don't care." The man didn't even fucking blink.
"Yeah? Well... we're...." Bill froze, tapping his foot up and down.
"Tokio Hotel." I filled in, holding a finger up.
"Yeah! We're Tokio Hotel. I'm the lead singer, my twin brother here is the guitarist. And the cute blonde one is my backup." My brother held his stance, as he crossed his arms.
"Do you have tickets?" The security guard lazily questioned.
"No! Because Shakira said herself that she'd told all of you idiots that we were coming as backup! So you let me in, or it's your job on the line!" Bill exclaimed, sizing up the guard.
"No ticket. No entry."
"Do you know who my dad is?!"
I sighed, grabbing Bill by his arm. I took my wallet out, slipping the guard some money.
He nodded, letting us in.
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