Your friend is a fan of Tokio Hotel, a German band whose members have tons of fangirls. She was almost obsessed: she knew all the songs, had posters, merch, and even an account dedicated just to them. You put up with her lovingly, listening to all her long conversations about the band, their theories, and their dream concerts.

One morning, she came running to your house, completely excited: Tokio Hotel would be playing a concert very soon near here! She begged, pleaded, and finally forced you to accompany her, because you were her best friend and "you had to be in on all their crazy things."

On the day of the concert, as soon as you entered, your friend disappeared into the crowd. It took you a while to find her, until you saw her in the front row, clearly a contender. And well... why not? You concurred too. From your position, you noticed that the guitarist, Tom Kaulitz, was looking a lot in her direction. You assumed it was your friend... although, in reality, he was looking at you.

After the event, with the crowd still dispersed, you lost sight of your friend. While you were searching for her, someone decisively took your arm and dragged you through the crowd. You didn't even see who it was. They took you to a room behind the stage. The atmosphere was calmer, quieter, almost unreal.

Then, that same person gently took you by the waist and, with a flirtatious smile, said:

"What did I do to make angels fall from heaven directly into my arms?"

When your eyes adjusted to the light, you recognized him: it was Tom.