Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

I woke up by the sound of someone argued. I looked over the other beds. Georg and Gustav were asleep in theirs, but not Tom.

"That's not the same... No... No, you can't blame it on me" I heard my brother whispered outside the door.

The next thing I heard him groan and then the front door slammed.
I sighed and turned around on my stomach and laid my hands under the pillow and fell asleep.

"Tom! I swear to loving people of Germany; if you don't get up now, we will throw water on you" I screamed at my brother who was dead in bed.

"Shut up!"

He pulled the duvet, as did I, and I won.

"Bill! I have a BIG hangover, let me sleep!"

"Hangover? How?" Georg asked as I took the duvet and threw it on my bed.

"I went out yesterday" Tom muttered into the pillow.

"Alone? Why?" I asked, even though I almost knew what it was about; the phone call yesterday.

"I wanted to! Let me sleep now, or else I will kill you all..."

"Good luck with that" Georg said in laughter and we walked out.

When she was just a girl

She expected the world

But it flew away from her reach

And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on, it gets so heavy

The wheel breaks the butterfly

Every tear a waterfall

In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes

In the night the stormy night away she'd fly


"Oh, my god, shut the hell up!"

I turned around to see my brother stand in the doorway to the studio. He had his hands on his forehead and sighed loudly.

"What happened last night?" I asked and put down the headset.

"Nothing... Why weren't you singing one of our songs?"

Tom picked up his guitar and played one of the melodies to our newest song.

"I love Coldplay, and just because I am a singer doesn't mean that I always have to sing my own songs? Do you always play our music?" I snapped

"No, but kind of often, I like my own music!" He said and I shooked my head. "Where are the others?"

"You've been so self-centered that you haven't noticed that we are alone?"

"Nope"

"Oh, well, they went out..."

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