Once upon a time (Bill Kaulitz fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"My name is Lola Klein, I'm 18, I've been studying at the conservatoire for 2 years and I'm also a cleaning lady in a factory."

It was four in the afternoon and pretty cold for the season. Thank god the place was warm enough; I don't think we would have beared another minute outside, standing in the queue for hours since ten o'clock.

"My mother is German and my father is French so I have both nationalities and languages."

My hands were pink now but still shaking with nervousness. People around me seemed to share the same feeling, as some of them kept on talking and giggling for no reason, some others remained still and quiet, a few others vocalized, kept on moving back and forth or were learning some fresh lyrics at the last minute. We could even see people crying already!

"I've been singing since I was very little. I love all old French singers: Jacques Brel, Georges Brassens, Charles Aznavour and so on..."

"Want some water, sweetheart?" My mom asked me.

"No thanks. If I start drinking now, I may then have to pee and go to the bathroom and miss when they call my number. And there's no way I'm making a fool of myself today!"

"Honey, it's okay." My mother said and rolled her eyes. "You have the right to drink like everybody else."

"If she doesn't want it, I'll take it." My 12-year-old little sister, Anna, said as my mom handed her the bottle. She was also nervous, but for another reason.

My 21-year-old best friend, Luce, was there too.

"It's fine." She said. "You got a beautiful voice. They're gonna love it."

"She just loves singing. It's very easy for her and everybody loves it. She always told me that if she could make a living out of it, she'd definitely do it. I know she's a real fighter in life."

"And you get a chance to perform in front of the twins!" Anna replied with a big grin.

My friend smiled too. Both of them were huge Tokio Hotel fans.

I jumped from my chair when they called another number. All eyes in the room were now set on the last candidate as he got out. The 25-year-old man bowed his head and his girlfriend put her arms around his neck: he wasn't holding the recall sign.

"I'd really love to win at DSDS. I don't watch TV much in general, but I never miss an episode! It would definitely be an honor to be selected by the judges. Especially Dieter Bohlen. I'm a big fan of him."

A blonde girl dressed in a pink top and skin-tight ripped jeans then stood up from her chair, held hands with her mother – we assumed – and went through the door to the "sluice".

"Did you see her legs?" My mother said.

"Yeah, they were so long!" My little sister confirmed. "She'd better sing well or else she is SO good for the bloopers..."

"You're wrong." Luce replied. "Her physique is bankable. So even if she doesn't have a voice, she'll go through anyway... The fact that the judges are four men this year probably doesn't help. In fact, if she gets four Yes today, I bet she'll be safe up to the semi-finals at least."

I sighed and twirled a strand of my hair around my finger.

"I feel like I'm passing my exams for my degree again..."

My mother took me in her arms. I could smell her perfume, which reassured me a little:

"You know that whatever happens, we're proud of you."

"Yeah, but it would be better if we hadn't come for nothing!"

"It's not for nothing, just relax. And remember: if you're having fun, so will they, watching you."