You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 11: A special visitor

The girls beside me grow exclamations of surprise at seeing the famous guitarist landing in my place, without warning.

-Oh mein gott! May exclaims looking at him with wide eyes. Is it really Paul Landers who is here in front of me?

-No, it's Santa Claus. I say sarcastically. But surely... it's Paul!

-Miss recovered her voice to mock us? Mika says critically. Or is it because she just saw the hunk?

-Pinch me, I think I'm in a dream... Whispers the French, her eyes on the guitarist.

-You can't stay quite just a minute, "Ramm-Girls"? I say hardly, because of my dry throat.

The girls shut it up directly, but their eyes are always fixed on the brown.

-Sorry about this heckling, Mr. Landers. I begin. You know very well the reactions of fan-girls near their idols.

-I often find myself in such situations. He smiles with his charming smile.

I invite him to sit and send Fleure looking for some drinks for us, she grumbles in refusal but ends up going to the kitchen.

-Can I know the cause of your visit, Mr. Landers?

-I am here to bring back this. He replies, handing me my bag. And to ask forgiveness for what my son has done to you.

-You can call me by my name, sir.

-Same for me, so for- He starts but stops.

-You hadn't done anything to me, you're forgiven. I say then take a glass of liquor that the French just put down. But I don't know about your- uh, son.

-I understand your reaction towards the kidnap. I also went to see him in prison, but he refused to talk to me.

As I understand, my brown is still in prison. At the same time, I hear the two other members of our rock band entering.

-Wah! Is it really Paul Landers I see here? Exclaims Gaby.

-Yep, it's me. Responds the guitarist with amusement.

-Can I have an autograph, please? Nadia requests.

-No problem.

-And a picture with me to prove to everyone that I actually met you. Mika adds.

-And here we go again... I roll my eyes.

I watch with amusement, Emil's father signing autographs and taking pictures with the army which I belong to. Then they begin a hectic discussion while drinking freshly German beer.

-It's getting late. Paul exclaims, looking at his watch. I have to go, we'll meet again soon, I'm sure.

-It's a pity... Declares May-Rin, sad. We liked to discuss with you, Mr. Landers.

-Me too girls. The brown smiles, then adds to me: By the way, I heard you calling them "Ramm-Girls," you're the famous rock band on Youtube?

-Y- You know this band? I ask, surprised.

-People who are interested in German music, yes. Landers says, rising and then he takes his phone. Before I forget, I leave you my phone number, this way you can contact me if something goes wrong.

-Thanks, Paul...

The famous guitarist salutes us then leaves. When we remain alone, I turn to my friends.