The end of summer, 2005

*You're the secondary vocalist of the band.

Bill couldn't let an opportunity pass; he got chosen into Star Search, semi-finals happened and he got beaten—that was a rundown for him, didn't come out of his room for weeks—, afterwards, a few mangers searched up you guys

David Jost, Peter Hoffman. They gave your amateur band a little push, nudging you towards the chance of ever sealing a deal; they thought you had potential, they helped you record a few singles a little more professionally. BMG happens, all of cou are estatic; YOUR FIRST RECORD DEAL! Nonetheless, after the company merged with Sony in 2004, ditching all efforts put into your band, you guys got sent down the invisible drain again. Universal Music, second record deal, second chance; you had made your first MV (filled with amateur staff). 'Durch De Monsun', the song that unexpectedly made the top of the charts in the communist homecountry of yours, Germany

Going back to school was all you guys' nightmare, but most of all Bill, Tom n yours. You left school for the summer with stares at you for your appearance, for even existing. Now, coming back, and everyone is staring at you as you've become the latest hits of Germany, rumors are swirling around and favors are being asked

You'd have thought this would change some things for the better

You were wrong.

Being at the twin's house, knees pulled up on Tom's bed as Bill carefully applied alcohol on a graze on your cheek, bloody graze on your knee and black eye decorating your face—you do have a security now, but you got caught in school by some of the many haters of your band, getting decked till lights out—Tom by your side, concern glinting in his brown eyes

"Why didn't you wait for us before leaving class?" he asks, the bittersweet echo of getting beaten up again at school tasting sour on your tongues, as if nothing changed

"We would've dealt with them somehow" Bill tuts, a bit more light hearted as he glances at you from beneath his fringe