You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 01: Meeting The Favorite Band

-Jim! It is 09 am, wake up! A distant voice calls me out.

-Let me sleep, it's the weekend and I'm completely exhausted... I respond, pulling the duvet over my head.

-You can sleep as you want, but let me point out that you're going to miss your group's meeting. A sarcastic voice says, and I recognize it to be Daniel's.

I wake with a startle and throw the covers at the foot of the bed. I rush to the bathroom, in front my big brother's amusement.

-You'll have to thank me, Jim. He mocks out. I will think of what you-

-Don't you have work in the Corporation? I cut off, back toward him on the doorstep. I thought my father was going to show you your new office.

-Shit ! He swears between his teeth. I completely forgot it... Well, I'll see you tonight and we'll make our account.

-Yes that's right... I say, closing the door.

I get under the shower and think how much I've my head elsewhere. How could I have forgotten that today is the one I've wait so long? The day I'll finally meet my favourite rock band!

I take a quick shower, and then look in my closet for comfortable clothing. I put on a tank top, jeans and sneakers. I dry my hair and then put a slight makeup.

Once ready, I rush down the stairs, four at a time, into the kitchen. I find my mother preparing pancakes while watching her favourite cooking show.

-Good morning 'mum! I say, kissing her on the forehead.

-Good morning my angel, do you want some pancakes?

-Yes, but I have to finish quickly. I reply then sit down, but ask her in wonder: Where's Danny?

-He took the car and went quickly to the business, why? She looks at me with concern in her eyes.

-He Promised to take me to the meeting, but never mind I'll take the bus.

I pour a cup of hot tea and quickly finish my breakfast. I go back to my room to get my bag and my jacket and then get down.

-I think I should go now to not be late, you see? I say to my mother.

-Well, say hello to them from me. She smiles.

I kiss her cheek, then leave the house and go to the nearest bus stop to home. I'm very excited that my heart's pounding.

The bus arrives, I get in and take my place in the back then put my headphones and randomly select a song of Rammstein. The choice falls on "Rammlied"

Wer wartet mit Besonnenheit
Der wird belohnt zur rechten Zeit

Nun, das Warten hat ein Ende
Leiht euer Ohr einer Legende.

Ramm-Stein!

Manche führen, manche folgen
Herz und Seele, Hand in Hand

Vorwärts, vorwärts, bleibt nicht stehen!
Sinn und Form bekommen Verstand.

Wenn die Freude traurig macht
keine Sterne in der Nacht.

Bist du einsam, und allein
Wir sind hier, schalte ein...

Ramm-Stein!

Ellipse ~ Travel ~

I finally arrive at the small library where the meeting will take place, and find out that the place is already full by the rock band's lovers. I join the queue and wait impatiently the arrival of Rammstein.

And then I choose another song to pass the time, the choice falls on "Ich Will". I listen to it non-stop because I love it, plus it's the song that made me know and love the band, 2 years ago.

It's not until 13 pm and half that a white limousine, with the Rammstein logo on the windows, appears in the road and stops in front of the library. I see them out and head towards us, under our applauses and our cheers...

-RAMMSTEIN !! WIR LIEBEN IHR !! (RAMMSTEIN !! WE LOVE YOU !!)

Two hours pass (I am the last of the queue, and it's done on purpose) and I find myself finally in front of my idols. I dreamed of this moment for years and I bit my lower lip, feeling my heart miss a beat.

-... name? A nice voice asks.

-Sorry !? I say, coming back to earth. I didn't have-

-I Asked for your name, miss. The man answers politely. To write it on the poster.

I look at the person who just spoke and find that I am in front of the drummer; I named Schneider, one of my three favourites.

-Ah yeah, sure! Write Jim... I answer, tapping my forehead.

-Only Jim? Another voice, that I recognize to be that of Landers, asks.

-It's that- My full name is Jimaima but I prefer Jim. I say, blushing.

-It's nice as a first name. I think I hear Till Lindemann mumbling in German.

I look to the autographed CDs and the poster, my eyes stop on the signatures of my three favourites and I smile to them.

-And hop ! The last that presents! Richard says, pulling out a cigarette from its box.

I am about to leave when a voice calls me...

-Miss, wait a minute please!

I turn around and see Flake Lorenz coming to me.

-Would you like to take a picture with us? We took a habit to take pictures with the last one who gets his or her autographs signed by us.

I look at him, confused...

I never heard of this practice on the websites dedicated to this group. I shrug with indifference and decide to answer:

-No Problem, Mr. Lorenz.

He shows me a smile that he wants friendly then returns to his colleagues, who are also his friends. I smile in front of the flashes of Paul's camera then greet them an get ready to leave.

At this moment, my phone rings. I take my bag and discover that it's a call from my friend Jason.

-Hi, Jase! What's up ? I wonder, responding.

-Jim, would you like to come to my place, tonight? I organized a party and I beg you to come because I invited people who will interest you.

-Ok! I'll see that with my fa-

I stop, feeling a gun pressed against my back. I drop my cellphone and remain frozen.

-Don't move, sweety. A man's voice murmurs behind me. Go to the black Chevrolet there.

The panic starts... The guy here wants to kidnap me, I'm sure. I must do something... Anything.

-Jim? Are you here my dearest? Jason's voice asks, coming from the phone.

I take a deep breath and shout:
-Help me Jason! A guy here wants to kidnap me! Call the pol-

I don't finish the words and fall to the ground after receiving a violent shot on the head...

to be continued...