Human Connect To Human

{Concert 2} Chapter Interlude

Okay... this is an interlude to the next chapter from Mikah's P.O.V cuz the next chapter doesn't make sense in the beginning so now.. i hope... it will. I'll post when i finish it. :)

Interlude 

*Mikah*

Arriving at school after such a strange and long weekend was a horror. I’d been up most of the night speaking with Bill and it had taken a toll on me, not that I cared. School was just another place to be, nothing going on ever. Bill was on my mind the entire day; his silky voice repeated itself in my head over the loudness of the student in the hall and the irritating voices of my teachers.

He was in every part of my mind, his voice ringing in my ear in its soft and clear as he described his day. He told me about the television appearances, signing gigs, the acoustic concerts and of the interview sessions he’d done. Confiding in me just how tiring that all was for him and his voice. He had to go out, day after day, and be this persona that overshadowed who he was.

He’d been that person at one time, he said, but not anymore. He no longer was that happy boy from Leipzig, Germany who was in a band with his twin and his two best friends. He was an icon, a person who other looked onto for fashion, music or whatever. He missed being Bill Kaulitz, the boy from Germany. He didn’t want to be known as Bill Kaulitz, lead singer of Tokio Hotel, for the rest of his life.

I told him I felt the same way but in a much smaller scale. My father expected me to follow in his footsteps, as he had in his fathers, and become the next editor of the newspaper. But I had no interest in the newspaper business, I want to make a mark in the world, I told him. I want to be an army psychologist to be able to help those who risked their lives for me.

“It’s a worthy goal,” he said as I told him my dream. “I wish I had your ambition. I could do anything I want with my fame, but it’s never enough. Its no longer satisfying, not as it once was.”

At lunch, as I get my lunch from the unhappy lunch ladies,I check my phone; my father usually texts me at lunch, and find a text from Bill. I look around the lunchroom, searching for Leah and finding her in the far end of the room, before even looking at the message. I set my food down on the table when I arrive and sit down next to Leah before opening the message. My heart beats in my chest as loud as ever, the anticipation killing me slowly.

From: Bill

Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee or something today around noon. Text me back, I’ll meet you wherever you want.

I hadn’t expected to hear from him, not after spending the night talking, but here he was asking me out for coffee. Very gentleman like, old style... it suited him. Most guys would ask to hang out after school or take a ride in their care, but Bill was asking me out for a coffee, which implied conversation would take place. 

I hold in a squeal by covering my mouth with my hand. Leah looks at me, her eyebrows arched, and I thrust my phone into her hands. She reads the message and looks at me, eyes wide with disbelief. I nod profusely and laugh as she looks at me and back to my cell.

“No! Bloody! Way!” She yells loud enough for the entire lunchroom to hear.

“I know right!” I yell back too excited to care about the stares we are receiving. “Oh, my Tom Cruise!”

“Wait...” Leah says putting her hand on my arm. “Its 11:30.”

“Oh, crappers!” I exclaim rising from my seat and exiting the lunchroom with Leah on my heels. I’m half way up the stairs before realizing that in order to have lunch with him, I would half to ditch the rest of the day because once with him I wasn’t gonna come back. I stop in my tracks, Leah crashing into my back, and turn to her. “What do I do?”