Lady Tokio

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            Mijin was getting ready for her night shift when she turned her TV on and caught a Tokio Hotel press conference on a showbiz channel.

She rubbed her eyes for a second when she read the headline.

            “Tokio Hotel talks new album and new band member.”

She raised her brow and saw a red head girl sitting beside Georg.

“Aleithea?” she moved her head to one side and gasped.

It is really her!

“So what do you guys think of this new band? What do you guys think of her? Will this work?”

She heard on the TV screen.

Tom smiled at the question. He caught a glimpse of Aleithea smiling at him and through the dark make-up he saw the innocent, sweet and headstrong girl who was given a second life to live it with them.

He shrugged at the cameras and smirked.

“I love it. She’s not just only a band mate, she’s our sister. And of course it will work! If the fan base doesn’t like this idea then they just have to bear with it. We came here to bring and make music, and let people listen to them; we are not here for anything else. And we here as ourselves and not as dress-up dolls to please others. Especially fans. If you’re fans of us because of this image you’re seeing right now, then fan someone else we don’t need people like you. And so long as we have something to sing about’ it will always work and we will never stop.”

Bill, Georg and Gustav suddenly stared at him. He knew this was coming. He was never serious about the things her says on cameras. And this is the first time that he really meant something.

He bent his neck and he saw her smiling at him.

The conference was finished around 6:30.

The media seemed disappointed that they weren’t able to embarrass the band.

There was nothing to criticize about.

And the new member was sharp and fierce.

Every time she answers she has this look that says, “Shut up and Fuck off.”

The band left through the backdoor all quiet with grins and looks of relief on their faces.

Once they settled in the van;

they sighed and Aleithea laughed,

“Well, glad that was over!” Tom bawled.

“Oh god! Alei, look at you!!” Bill exclaimed, “You look so different! You’re so gorgeous!”

“I feel weird.” She shrugged as she touched her neck.

“You were so fierce! You’re so cool! It’s like you want to say “FUCK OFF, we’re singing” to them!” Georg said.

“Yeah. And they just stared at you.” Gustav added.

She smiled. “Really? I wasn’t that aware. And I really feel weird about my hair. I haven’t got a chance to see myself in the mirror since Nicole was on a rush.”

Tom raised his hand and ruffled her hair.

“It’s perfect.” He winked and the three nodded.

“Good job, Alei.” David commented from the driver’s seat. “Oh yeah guys, we’ll be having the photo shoot in February, Phoeia Breaux will do it. Then you’ll film the first single on March, you’ll do a couple of promotions and interviews and of course, Germany will hear this first.”