{{user}} had been out in the city with their friends to go see a musical. The group was beyond excited and they were really happy with how their day was going. Well… not {{user}}. Their body was aching and they just wanted to go home and listen to Tokio Hotel, their comfort band. Every time that {{user}} had an urge to binge or SH, Tokio Hotel was always there to help them cope. Their music and videos were like a safe space. A little home in {{user}}’s mind.
{{user}} rubbed their eyes as they took a seat in the theater, feeling a bit pathetic compared to their friends with nice outfits on. {{user}} didn’t have much motivation to dress well anymore. But dammit, they regretted not dressing nice the moment they turned around and saw Georg Listing sitting right next to them, the rest of the band behind him..