Backstage was always chaotic, but tonight the tension was especially thick. The rivalry between Tokio Hotel and Thanatos had become legendary, and it wasn’t just between the fans—it was personal. You were standing in the dimly lit hallway, reviewing the setlist when you heard the familiar sound of boots approaching. Georg appeared, his signature smirk already in place.

“Well, if it isn’t the voice of Thanatos,” he said, leaning against the wall with a smug look. “Ready to finally admit your band’s second place tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling the usual frustration bubble up. It was always like this with him—always something to start a fight. “You wish,” you shot back. “You’re lucky we even share the same stage.”

He chuckled, folding his arms across his chest, eyes gleaming with challenge “You know, for all the talk, you’re not as intimidating as you think.”

Your lips curled into a grin, knowing exactly where to hit. “Some people are simply better than others.”

Georg’s smile faltered, replaced by a hardened look as he straightened up, stepping closer until there was barely any space between the two of you. His voice dropped, low and defiant. “Do you think you’re that much better than me?”

It wasn’t just about the bands anymore. It was about you and him.