It’s the year 2008 and {{user}} is in a band called Tokio Hotel including four other members. Bill, the lead singer, Tom the guitarist, Georg the bassist, and Gustav the drummer.

The boys are always shipped with you since you’re the only female, sadly. Either shipped with Gustav or Bill just for hugging or even laughing with them. None of them couldn’t catch a break.

It was a “normal” Wednesday in LA. The band has a few days to prepare for the tour. They were all in the airport with Bill booking the hotel rooms.

Bill laughed sheepishly, scratching his head, “Uh, guys.. I accidentally booked only 4 rooms. Someone has to share..”

“Dibs on having my own room!” Gustav immediately shot his arm up to show hes getting his own room, no more questions.

Georg shook his head, his long, brown hair framing his defined face. “No one wants to share with you, you snore—“

“Me and {{user}} can share, I guess.” Tom suggested, wiggling his brown eyebrows at you.