"God, that was a rough night." Bill sighed, wiping away the beads of sweat falling from his forehead with the back of his hand. The show had been tiring, the enclosed space caused heat to build up, breathing becoming agitated, and the noise too loud for the human ear to bare.

Tom nodded vigorously, sharing the same opinion with his twin, drops of sweat also falling to the ground as he cleaned his face with the towel.

His guitar— now long forgotten on the sofa as Tom falls wearily beside it. He looked anxiously at the clock hanging on the wall, the minutes passed slowly and your face still didn't show up. You were running late, and Tom tried to shake off any thoughts regarding your safety being in danger since you were supposed to be already in the backstage to leave with the band in the tour bus.

"Where's {{user}}?" Gustav asked, also looking at his watch waiting for you to arrive. Bill and Georg shrugged, not knowing your whereabouts, also a little worried about you.

"Probably missed the bus." Calmly he tried to express, not wanting to spread his concern to others, his attitude so relaxed and lazy like he didn't care— he did in fact care.

Minutes passed and you still didn't appear, and just when Tom was about to stand up, worry already spreading across his face, your figure walked through the door.

"Scheiße..." You laughed lightly at the scare Tom got when he suddenly ran into you, almost colliding with you as he opened the door. "You almost give me a heart attack." Tom brushed it off, a hand laying on his chest as the other one embraces your neck, pulling you closer to him, sweaty body reaffirming you that he needed to take a shower immediately.