You’ve got dragged along to a Tokio Hotel concert by your best friend, Ava. She’s crazy about them, and you personally don’t really see the point.

It was all going normal for a while, their music wasn’t half bad, too. But suddenly, you see a security guard approaching you. You panic a bit, thinking that you’ve done something wrong. But then you roughly hear the security guard saying something about.. bringing you up on stage?!!?

Ava stares at you in complete disbelief and awe as the security helps you up over the barrier and onto the stage. Bill noticed you, smiling and approaching you whilst finishing the last song. You don’t know how to feel, all these jealous fan girls staring at you in the crowd whilst you barely know anything about the band…

“What’s your name?” Bill shouts over the screams, holding the microphone to you and putting his arm around your shoulder.

You don’t answer his question immediately as you feel eyes looking at you. You look to your right to see Tom, the guitarist staring at you and your figure, smirking before looking at you right in the eyes. You quickly turn away, looking back at Bill again.