Once upon a time (Bill Kaulitz fanfiction)

Chapter 22

It was eight in the evening and pretty hot for the season. Thank god the place was fresh enough; I don't think we would have bared another minute in the car, stuck in the traffic for hours since four o'clock. My hands weren't sweaty anymore now but still shaking with nervousness. People around me didn't seem to share the same feeling, as some girls kept on talking and giggling for no reason, some others raised their arms in the air, holding their flashy panels away from the stinky and sticky crowd, a few others chanted slogans, kept on checking their perfectly studied outfit with a thousand accessories no-one –especially not the four boys- would care about or see in the dark. We could even see a few of them crying already! But most of all, some of them were really beautiful. They could work as models if they wanted to –which I'm sure wasn't so far away from their future projects. Don't even think about it girls, he's mine! I mentally hissed at them like an angry cat. But even whispering wasn't worth it. I was the only one responsible for losing him in the first place.

90% wore make-up, inscriptions on their face and hands –some of them had the same ones, like they belonged to the same group or something. Some had their hair styled like 15-year-old Bill, 17 or 19-year-old Bill etc… I myself had my own accessories: a long blonde wig, tokio hotel clothes, and heavy make-up, which made me totally unrecognizable. I also had a pair of big black sunglasses in my pocket, just in case –Luce and Bojan wouldn't let me wear it.

"You're fine, sunglasses will get you more noticed than the rest."

"I look stupid."

"That's the point; you don't dress like Lola Klein would."

I shushed them. A small woman with a white cap shouted:

"Please walk on lines! Please get rid of your bottles, even if they are full!"

"Please, I'm sure you have a beautiful voice when you don't yell!" Bojan shouted back at her.

"Sorry, just doing my job!" She shouted in the same tone and we laughed.

Luce gave me a soft tap with his elbow.

"You still got your VIP-Pass, right?"

I smiled at her and tapped the pocket of my jacket.

"There."

"These pockets are really small…"

"Yeah, I can barely put my hand in it and I keep an eye on it so the pass doesn't fall."

"Want me to keep it in mine?"

"Yeah, that'll do better." I said and handed it to her.

We finally went it – and of course growled when we had no choice but to buy an expansive bottle of water at the reception though we had brought three little ones with us.

"Stephanie! Keep your shirt on!"

"But they're all doing it, mum! It's too hot in here!"

"What takes them so long anyway? I said quit pushing me in the back, bitch!"

"What? I can't hear you!"

"No, it's my third gig; we came all the way from Switzerland to be here!"

"Somebody gives me water! My friend just collapsed!

The atmosphere wasn't so unusual from any other concert. The three of us were in the front but still a few rows away from the stage, so then I would see him but he wouldn't see me, even if he wouldn't recognize me if he could. My skull was sweating under the wig; thank god I'd learned to attach it well at the theater. When the lights went out, all banshees started to scream, later going in full blast with the very first notes of the first song. The wave of screeches was so powerful I couldn't help but scream along with it –so did Luce and Bojan- and let the adrenalin flood in my veins. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster, which was fun.