Meeting

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Title: Meeting

Words: 2372

Characters: Sven Kruspe, Paul Landers, Till Lindemann, Flake Lorenz, Aljoscha Rompe

Point of View: Sven and Paul





POV Sven





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A little rushed I stand now in front of the door of my buddy Till, who invited me to drink again and wanted to tell me something, but did not give more precise details. I ring on the bell and wait for Till to open the door for me.
Till lets me in, immediately I go into the living room and let myself fall on the sofa. On the table in front of me there are already two bottles of whiskey, one of which was opened.
Till sits next to me and asks me what the state of affairs is, what it means for us, what it looks like with women.
"Unchanged," I just say.
"Well then... What I wanted to tell you," he begins.

Since 20 minutes Till has been telling me about the ominous guys from Berlin who play in a band called Feeling B. I've heard this band name somewhere, but I don't know the music or the members of this band. In any case, two of these bandmembers just went to Till's house one night with a friend of Till and had a party and now these two keep popping up at Till.
"You have to meet them," Till says suddenly.
"I don't really know... The way you describe these guys, they really seem to be strange."
"But you are strange too, aren't you?"
"Yes, but in a different way," I smile and light a cigarette.
"You can look at them and then you can build your own opinion. And you really don't know them?"
"The name already, but otherwise, no," I shrug my shoulders and take a pull of my cigarette.
"You'll like them, I think. I'll tell you when they're back," he says, and now I agree.





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Only a few weeks later these guys reappear at Till, so I can't avoid getting to know them. Actually, I was supposed to be with Till since 10 minutes, but punctuality is sometimes not my strength.
I take one last look in the mirror, check if my Iro is looking okay and then make my way to Till's house.

From there already loud music penetrates, it was clear that they are directly at the celebration. But now I'm curious to see how these Feeling B people are.
I ring like a moron, so that anyone can hear me at all. Till opens the door and grins broadly at me: "Come in!"

I enter Till's house, I hardly get into the living room, Till pushes directly a beer into my hand. He knows that I don't drink beer.
Till brings two guys to me who caught my eye. Both have blonde hair, one in short, wears glasses and is quite thin. He looks like he's like young and has little strength. The other, on the other hand, has longer hair, is rather small and radiates all over the face.
I look back and forth between the two unknowns. I notice how there looks look at me from top to bottom.
"Paul, Flake, that's Scholle, a friend of mine," Till introduces me to the two of them, before turning to me, "These are the ones I told you about."
"Interesting," is the only comment I make.
Honestly, I imagined these Feeling B people differently. They seem more like little, inexperienced boys than musicians. Why did I come here again?
"I'm Paul," says the one with longer hair, grinning further.
"Flake," the other says succinctly, even if it wouldn't have been necessary.
"Impressive hairstyle," judges Paul, and I have to smile a little.
"Thank you."
"I see you understand yourself. Very good, now let's keep partying," says Till, sipping a hefty sip of his beer.
I watch all the people here dancing like the madmen. How long have they been here and above all how much do they already have drunk?!

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