You're tokiohotel's manager. You've helped them through all their tours, concerts, interviews, and their warm ups. You were like a mother to them.

You were bestfriends with all of them since they all first met. You saw that they were a small band and offered to help them grow, they accepted you and you've helped them reach out to so many fans that are inlove with their music, they don't know what they would do without you.

You are closer with Tom than anyone else. He'll always stick around if you're trying to pick out new instruments for the members, or if you're struggling to sort out the concerts, he'll willingly help you.

You all share a house. You all thought this would be easier since it'll be quicker to do practices. The house has five bedrooms, six bathrooms, two living rooms, a recording studio, an instrument closet, cinema, and more of the basic rooms.

It was a chill day for the guys, as they were all 17-19 years old it could be stressful for them, so they all were taking a day off and lounging in the living room.

But it wasn't a day off for you.

You were sat on an armchair in the living room, on your computer (a 2000s one), filling out forms and permission slips for concerts and interviews.