Hello Sunshine

“It looks like I am. I’m looking forward to it.” I reply, clutching my purse to my side with my elbow, attempting to get a better grip on my luggage. All four of the boys and their respective body guards wonder over to Dunja and I, looking a bit bored and tired.

I smile at them and wave once, hoping that they aren’t pissy. “This is Tabatha Knapp, the interviewer.” Dunja supplies, gesturing towards me as she takes out a Blackberry. As she begins to scroll through it, she walks toward the elevators on the other side of the lobby, Bill following her and Tom following him. Georg and Gustav follow, immersed in their own conversation. I silently follow all of them, looking from face to face. None of the expressions are unkind, but none of them are that welcoming.

We all pile into one elevator, the back of it a glass wall. I push myself off to the right side as much as possible, not wanting to upset anyone for any reason. Bill looks over in my direction; one infamous eyebrow rose as he pulls down his large, black sunglasses to the tip of his nose. I smile at him and nod and, to my pleasant surprise, I get a smile in return.

“Tabby, right?” He asks, reaching in front of Tom to shake my hand.

“Right.” I reply, shaking his flawlessly manicured hand, still smiling. “I’m looking forward to interviewing all of you.” I add, returning my hands to my sides.

You sound like a broken record.

“Looking forward to being interviewed!” He replies enthusiastically. I laugh lightly, feeling a little less uncomfortable. I turn my attention to the bright numbers above the elevator doors, trying to concentrate on something else besides any of the boys’ faces. Thus far, we’re on the fifth floor and I have no idea how many floors we have to go until we reach our destination.

“Diese werden dann interessant.” I hear Tom mumble to his twin brother, a smirk in his voice. I can just imagine his face; one eyebrow cocked and smirk plastered on those pink lips.

“Es wird Spaß machen.” Bill answers quickly, still sounding enthusiastic.

I resist the urge to look over at them and continue to stare blankly at the glowing numbers. By the time we get to the ninth floor, I couldn’t be more happy. Listening to little German boys mumble behind you, about you, isn’t the best.

I’ve never been someone that confronts people. I like to let everything take it’s course and turn out the way it may. Besides, a little part of me wanted to hear what they had to say.

I’m the first one out of that tiny box on pulleys, so I quickly move to the side, pulling my hotel key out of my jacket pocket and checking the number.

“No fucking way.” I murmur, astonishment coloring my voice.

“What?” Gustav asks, leaning over to examine my key. Everyone else is a little bit down the hall already, meaning it’s just Gustav and I still standing in front of the elevator doors.

“Four-eighty-three.” I answer, my tone now a bit bite-y. He just chuckles and reaches for one of my suitcases. I flip my hair over my shoulder and brush my bangs out of my face, watching him silently.

“Here, I’ll help you.” With that, he quickly grabs two of my suitcases, not waiting for an answer, and beings to walk quickly down the hall after the rest of the band and their entourage.

“Okay, sure.” I shrug, grabbing my one suitcase and readjusting my purse on my shoulder. I check a couple doors as we pass, making sure I’m going in the right direction and sure enough, I’m not. “Umm…” I look down at my key, then at a new door, and finally to the backs of the people I’m following.

“Ja?” Saki, questions, walking over to my side, looking me up and down with a wary eye.

“Nothing. It’s under control.” I immediately say, suddenly feeling meek under his heavy gaze. He nods and walks back to his place next to Dunja.

“Ich fordere die Suite!” Bill announces, bouncing down the hall towards the door at its end. The rest of the boys collectively groan and shoot Bill annoyed looks.

“Sie haben es letzten Zeit.” Georg states, stopping off to the side of the hallway, crossing his arms over his chest. The sleeves of his t-shirt move up a bit, making room for his brawn.

“Und die Zeit davor.” Tom adds, stopping in between Georg and Bill, pulling at his pants before fiddling with his cap. By now Bill’s sunglasses are off and he has a pout fixed on his face.

“Und die Zeit davor.” Gustav adds for emphasis. By now, he’s let go of my bags and left them in the middle of the corridor. I sit down on them, crossing my ankles over each other and watching the boys squabble.

“Ich weiß, ich weiß. Ich bekomme die Suite eine Menge, aber ich sollte.”

“Warum?” The other three boys immediately chorus; all of them watching the lead singer of their band suspiciously.
With a pout on his face and his arms crossed, Bill turns on me. “What do you think?” He questions. Tom, Gustav, and Georg look at me as well and I feel like I’m being tested. I glance over at Dunja, looking for help, but she’s looking down at her Blackberry, a small grin on her lips.

I opt out for what I can only imagine is the right answer. “I’m not getting involved.” I affirm, shaking my head to get my bangs out of my eyes. Bill huffs and Tom laughs, pulling at his pants again. I look down at my yellow pumps, boredom slowly taking me over.

How can you be bored when you’re interviewing, or supposed to be interviewing, one of the most talked about bands?!

“Gustav, erhalten Sie die Suite.” Dunja butts in, sticking her phone in her purse and fixing a serious expression to her features. Everyone looks at her and Bill opens his mouth, preparing to whine, but she fires him a death glare. He instantly shuts his chops, turning around and heading towards one of the normal rooms.

“Tabby,” Dunja calls softly. I look up at her, the toes of my shoes touching each other as I tilt my head to the side. “You can go to your room and get settled. Come back in about an hour. We’ll be going to a TV. show.”

“Okay, cool.” I speak standing up and grabbing my luggage.

I love how I have to bring all my luggage back to the elevator and then in the opposite direction.

I trudge past door four-hundred-twenty and round a corner. Pausing, I look back at Tokio Hotel and their posse. Bill’s talking to Tom, most likely complaining about the suite issue, and Dunja is handing Gustav his room key. I shake my head and continue to walk down the hall, a beam on my lips. All I can think is that these boys are adorable and this will defiantly be an interesting eight days.