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I looked at Alex with nothing but shock as I tried to place what had just happened. Why did they pass in front of the stage? Where on earth were they going—questions raced through my head as my ears buzzed at a high frequency.
"Here—" I blurted out as I shoved the drumstick Till had just gifted me in Alexander's hands. He looked confused for a second before a bright smile fell over his features. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have gotten this spot. You deserve a memory as well," I tried to explain as my eyes were glued to the signed picture in my hands. It was a group picture of the whole of Rammstein. Above them a black open space, where he had signed in a silver marker. I gasped when Alex embraced me;
"Thank you," he whispered right in my ear while squeezing me tightly.
"Don't mention it," I smiled while looking around me for a second, trying to find my place in the world around me once more. I noticed the looks of the people around me, some were angry, and others smiling. I gave them an awkward smile as I tried to figure out what the rest of the audience was looking at. But when the first piano notes of "Engel" started to play, I knew what was going on. The entire band had appeared standing on the smaller but taller stage in the back. It was a beautiful and slow version of the original. The large screen on the pillar behind us displayed the lyrics so everyone could join in and sing, which we all did.
As the song was nearing its end, the pianists continued to play. Bright spots shined on something I couldn't quite make out at first but then I saw it. They were getting into lifeboats, surfing over the crowd back to the stage.
Schneider and Flake were the first to board their lifeboat, drifting above the sea of fans. The crowd erupted into cheers, hands reaching up in admiration and excitement. As they made their way through the audience, they picked up a woman, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and joy.
Next, Paul and Ollie appeared in their lifeboat, navigating the throng with practiced ease. The audience reached out, trying to touch them as they passed by and over them.
Finally, Richard's boat came into view. He periodically threw autographs into the crowd. Along the way, he picked up a young boy, whose eyes shone with wonder and excitement. The boat moved smoothly through the audience, leaving a trail of awe in its wake.
On the main stage, Till stood at the edge, his imposing figure silhouetted against the soft light. His eyes scanned the crowd, a welcoming smile playing on his lips as he awaited the return of his bandmates. The final notes of "Engel" hung in the air, a perfect blend of melancholy and beauty, as the boats made their way back to the stage.
As the band members disembarked and joined Till on stage, the audience erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the arena. The performance of "Engel" was a breathtaking spectacle, a perfect blend of music and visual artistry that left a lasting impression on everyone present.
