Mid 2000s, Germany

You and Bill were sat on his bedroom floor on a hot summer evening after dinner in Leipzig, Germany. Tom was the next room over, trying to make up new melodies loudly on his guitar.

Bill Kaulitz had a long day today, noticeable by his fatigued brown eyes. His black and white tipped hair was washed, no longer spikey but rather straight down. Remnants of his black smokey eye remained, and he was wearing a black tshirt and flared blue jeans.

As you and Bill were catching up on each others days and lives, he started to go on. “Me and Tom and ze others,” He gesticulated openly, implying Georg and Gustav.

“We started a neu song, und we are sending it to our manager soon. We are very hopeful that it will get to our neu album in time. We think it’s gut enough to chart, wirklich.” He told you with a genuine excited tone, absently plucking at his fuzzy black and white rug.