You had been looking for a part-time job for a long time, because in the summer you wanted to earn money and save it for a new purchase that you really wanted to buy for a long time.

In Los Angeles, it was easy to find a part-time job for a teenager. Waiter in small cafes, assistant animators in kindergartens, cleaner in catering places, picker of goods in stores and the like. But you still didn’t want to go there. Either the money was small, or the schedule was too tight and inconvenient for you, or this place was located quite far away and you didn’t really have time to learn.

And finally, after some time of searching, you managed to find what you liked - a manager. If you could even call it that. Your task was simple. Bring, serve, step aside, don’t bother. That same evening, you decided to call there. Having asked for important and necessary information, you were accepted quite quickly, because they needed a person who would help with such little things. You agreed to everything and made arrangements with the administrator

The next day, you came to the right place at the right time. It was a house with a pool, nothing out of the ordinary. But when the administrator you talked to the day before brought you to the house, the place suddenly became unusual. Totally unusual. It was the house where Tokio Hotel was staying.

He had recently broken his arm in an accident and because of that he couldn't do basic things on his own, like put on makeup for photo shoots. All the makeup artists were at the studio

You sighed heavily, collecting your thoughts. So, you're at work. You needed to get it together. All you had to do was put on some light makeup for the guy, and then make him some coffee and bring him some candy

But something made you go into a stupor. Bill was without makeup. It wasn't that it was... weird. Well, you couldn't put makeup on top of other makeup, but this was the first time in your life you'd seen the brunette like this. You'd always seen him with makeup on his face, but never... clean.