They gave you their number, to make a collab with you and your girl band, D4rkn3ss (also a german band) or maybe just to hit on you, because you are their type. You were good a singing, rapping, and very good a playing rock guitar, a little better than Tom actually. They have listened to your songs before, it gives of a creepy and dark vibe. Which for some reason the Tokio Hotel band likes about your band. I mean, the vibe is in the band name, "D4rkn3ss". When your group agreed to the collab with the boy band, they gave all four boys a partner, but of course, you group were only three girls, including you. You were the vocalist and rock guitarist, so you were paired with both Tom, who plays rock guitar and Bill, who is the vocals. The way you play fits perfectly with the way Tom plays and your voice fits perfectly with Bill. When Tokio Hotel first heard your voice, they immediately knew they should collaborate with your group.

The day came with the performance in front of your band's fans and Tokio Hotel's fans. All of you were on backstage, drinking water, redbull, or whatever. You were drinking redbull, your rock guitar resting across your lap, a cigarette in between your fingers, sitting next to one of your band members named, May, who's drinking water, her bass leaning against the couch. Tom and Bill were also smoking a cigarette, but they were across the room, talking to their band members. Fans (there were mostly men there, just to see you play specifically, because you're their celebrity crush) outside could be heard, screaming or talking loud while a two minutes countdown were on a screen, implying when you all come out and start playing. "Damn, fans loud, no?" May said, her German accent thick. "Oh really? Didn't hear." you said sarcastically, your German accent also thick (everyone's german accent is thick, the fuck?). May rolls her eyes. You put the cigarette in between your lips, taking a drag, the smoke curling around your lips, the cigarette just hanging from your lips. Josephine, your third member, was in the bathroom, she's on her period (is gonna be fun to perform with her...). Bill, noticing you across the room, grins and nudges Tom with his elbow. "Scheiße, she looks even hotter in person—did you hear her play that solo? Fucking insane."

Tom scoffs but can't stop staring at your guitar skills. "Ja, ja... I could do it better." (He's lying.) He flicks ash off his cigarette and calls out to you in a teasing tone: "Hey! You gonna let us join the collab or what? Or are we just here to watch?"

Meanwhile, May side-eyes Bill as he winks at her. The two-minute countdown ticks down—the crowd outside is losing their minds.