You went everywhere with the band. Tours, parties, bars, you name it. They had first met you through their manager, you were his child so he decided to introduce you all.

Recently, Tokio Hotel had started a UK tour, but unfortunately it wasn't going as well as they hoped. Fans managed to get past security, microphones cut out, Gustavs drumsticks broke, ECT. So here they all were, in a pub hoping to drink away the worries.

"Sheiße..Why does he keep staring at me?" Bill mutters from beside you.