You Don't Need Superpowers

"Well, that was taken well," I said, getting into the limo.

"Yeah, it was, thank God," Tom said, kissing Ann on the cheek.

"Fan's are not going to be happy, Tomtom,"

"Since when are you giving me a pet name?"

"Since now," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"I'm sorry, I already used some toilet paper," he chortled.

"SHut up!" I squealed, kicking him in the shin.

"We're here, guys," Bill said, pointing out the window. Oh my god. There were millions of them. Fans were everywhere. I gulped adn scooted closer to Gustav.

"YOu okay?" He asked, looking me in the eye.

"Yeah, just a little nervous. BIll, you got a light?" I asked.

"Yeah. You smoke?"

"I do, on occaision," I said, grabbing it from him, oddly greedy adn lighting up. Menthol infused my mouth, making me smile. I felt my muscles relax as the door opened. I smudged out the ciggarette adn followed Bill out te door. hOly fucking god. I almost reached bakc into the limo to pull out the ight. But it was too late to turn back now.

"It's okay, baby. Just follow me. And whatever you do, don't look like you're going to puke. Trust me, I'd know." I grabbed his hand and he squeezed mine. Ann and TOm got out of the limo after us, adn TOm grabbed Ann adn pulled her close to him. Half the crowd went silent.

"Hey, you ready to tell them, Tom?" Georg asked.

"I'll wait until we're onstage and none of them can attack her." He whispered back. i was really nervous now. Once we were in the building I calmed down a bit.

"Ready to go out?" BIll asked me. I nodded, almost choking. We walked out onto the stage. Fans cheered. Oh shit. Klaus.