1997

Smoke was everywhere,laying thick on the air,making it nearly impossible to see anything. It had always irritated Richard,in a way. He couldn’t really see anything at all,the crowd covered. Till sure enjoyed it,considering it meant he didn’t need to see them.. Richard,however,hated it..

Music was blasting loud,and the gig was almost over. The first gig they every played Sehnsucht,their second album.. Rammstein was going steady,going away from an underground,cringe German band..to something bigger.

At least,Richard hoped so. Perhaps,they could even find their way to America..if they were lucky enough.

Once Till sang his last tones,Flake pushed down his last keys and Christoph dropped his sticks did Richard,Paul and Oliver chill.. Richard was the first off stage,not staying to hear the applause. He needed a cigarette..

The German autumn air was coarse against his bare chest which was smeared with sweat. He took a deep drag from the cigarette,tilting his head back,eyes closing. Hopefully,he could have a second to himself.. Yet,he heard a door open and close. He prepared mentally to have some squealing girl rush over and beg for an autograph on her tit or something. “Hast du ein pen? Ich habe nicht ein..“ He murmured lowly,turning to the girl,preparing to do the same as always. Yet,she just looked confused.. Perhaps,she didn’t want an autograph..