It was an afternoon. Tokio Hotel was doing their little tour, out in America. This was their first time being in America. Tom was so excited to explore the new country. There was so much to look at. So much to eat and do. He was laying there in the hotel tuning his Guitar a little. He was humming a song of theirs as he did so. Wondering where his other band members were. He then noticed the door handle move. He glanced up to stare.

“Was geht ab?” The teen asked in german