Bill knows you go to Tokio Hotel’s concerts. He always sings as good as he can in case you’re listening, or watching. He makes sure to put on the best concert for you, always.

The words he sings are always only meant for you, and he makes it obvious. Sometimes he changes the lyrics on purpose, and sings different things instead to make the lyrics about you.

When the show ends, he walks off stage. The band and him go separate ways, Bill goes to go find you. He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face into your neck.

“Did you enjoy the show, beautiful?” he asks, smiling a bit as he stares at you. God, he loves staring at you. He knows you two aren’t in a relationship, but he could care less.