You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 48: An amazing week in Berlin

-Madam Lindemann, you are great and I adore you. I say to the woman, kissing her on both cheeks.

-Thank you so much, my daughter. The redhead smiles at me. You must be Jimaima Reinke, Christian Lorenz's lost daughter?

-Yes, Madam Lindemann. I answer with respect.

-Please, you can call me Gitta. She tells me then turns to her son: And this young Mexican must be Michaela, your girlfriend.

-Ja, muter. The singer replies with his mother tongue.

The former journalist looks at my girl friend in all the angles and then acquires with approval. I bite my lower lip to not laugh, my world, the redhead was scanning her.

-She's better than your ex. Announces the matriarch. How was she called already?

-It's Sophia, muter. Paul says as he takes a seat next to me.

-You have just arrived, and I'm tiring you with my questions. Says Gitta as she gets up. Rest, I'll go get you drinks.

-We come to help you, Freau Lindemann. Say Mika and Fleure, rising.

I rest my head against the armrest and close my eyes for a moment. We finally arrived in Berlin after two hours of travel. A few of my friends stayed in Hamburg for work and suddenly I find myself with Rammstein in addition to my two friends from the Ramm-Girls army.

-Now that you are here. Says the redhead, returning. I want to know everything.

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We spent the first day at home to rest from the trip but as soon as the second arrives...

-Quick, Till really doesn't love to wait. Doom announces.

Lindemann had saved us a mini bus to drive us all together to the park. We sit comfortably on our seats and everybody does what they like. During the trip, Paul enjoys making the clown, which irritates Till who throws his book to him in the face.

-Den mund, Landers !! He shouts as he retrieves his book. Otherwise I'll kick you out of the bus.

-Leave him, he's just having fun. Says Ollie, closing his magazine. You know him very well.

-But he doesn't let me read at ease. Protests the singer. He's really disheartening.

-It's really not the time to read, Tillchen. I throw to him, removing my earphone. Listen to music and relax.

-I love to read in travel. The group's oldest member announces. It helps me relax...

I shrug my shoulders and then turn to my father and make a sign to him to approach me. The guitarist looks at me interrogatively and then gets up from his seat and comes towards me.

-Leave Till quiet, he's not reading. I tell, inviting him to sit down.

-If he's not reading, what is he doing then? He asks as he takes his place.

-He's looking for lyrics for the songs of the new album. I simply answer. Do you think it's easy to work on it?

-I didn't think of it this way. Says Doom, from the seat behind. But this is not a good place to work.

-Stop thinking and let me read !! Cries out Till from his seat.

We stop directly our discussion for not disturbing the singer and each resumes what he does. I hand over my earpiece and dive into my own world and don't pay attention to others until they tell me that the bus has arrived at its destination.