I Think About You Everyday

“Hello New York! How are you tonight?!” Bill yelled down his microphone, causing the whole audience to scream even louder.

Hannah and I were standing at the very front of the venue, right in front of Bill. Just the thought of him standing there right before our eyes gives me Goosebumps. The first thing that Hannah said to me when she saw Bill was, “what a surprise. Bill has a zip on his trouser leg. Zip lover much?” That’s how close we were to the stage.

“We’re going to start off tonight with Ready Set Go!” Gustav counted everyone in by tapping his drumsticks together, then Tom began to play the first few chords on the guitar, followed by Georg on the bass, and last but no least was Bill’s angelic voice flooding the stadium.

Everyone was pumped up already. Jumping, screaming and singing had filled the stadium before the first chorus had even begun. Our bodies were all squished together and so I felt sweaty all over.

As Bill began to sing, “Ready set go it’s time to run!” in the second chorus, I was tapped on my right shoulder. Turning around, I came face to face with another girl.

“Bitch, move! I have to get closer to my baby!” She screamed in my face. Rolling my eyes, I turned back around to watch four German boys perform in front of me.

“Wow! You guys really are pumped for this concert! Just how I like it!” Bill said down his microphone. During the silence, another girl who was also on the front row took it as her chance to scream, “Tom, fick dich!” I snorted at the fact that she said it completely wrong and just told Tom to basically fuck off. Looking back at Bill, I saw that he too was laughing at her while his eyes were directly on me...? No. That can’t be right.

“Next, we are going to play Don’t Jump.” Bill told us. My heart stopped. I can never listen to this song without crying. And I bet Bill will probably see me cry. Wait. What am I saying? It’s too dark for Bill to see into the crowed probably. Which means he didn’t look at me earlier. Yeah. That makes sense.

I blinked once and I came back to reality. The line, “I scream into the night for you” rung through my ears and that’s when I couldn’t hold it anymore. One tear fell, which then became two, and then three had fallen. I closed my eyes to try and prevent more from falling, raised my hands into the air and sung along with Bill with as much passion as I could.

I could feel eyes on me and it was coming from the front of the stadium, but I thought nothing of it. I was blocking everything out and acting as if was just me and the music. It was what I loved doing to songs like this one.

I was really beginning to get into the song, but to my dismay, it ended and I was brought back to being at the venue.

I still felt eyes on me, so I looked up in the direction I could feel the eyes coming from and locked eyes with the hottest guitarist to be born. He was also known as Tom Kaulitz.

He began to play the intro to Scream, his eyes still locked with mine. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his chocolate brown eyes. He was just so...so...mesmerizing.

The chorus soon came around and that was when he looked away from me and walked over to Georg instead, my eyes still glued to his body, which was swamped in baggy clothing.

I stayed like that for the whole of the second verse when I realised he wasn’t going to look back at me, so I looked at Bill instead and began to jump, my right hand forming the rock symbol for the rest of the song.

***

It was the interval and Hannah and I were leaning against the barrier waiting for the boys to come back on. We were the only ones left as everyone else went for refreshments, but we weren’t going to give up our awesome places for a drink that costs too much.

“I saw Tom staring at you during Don’t Jump and Scream.” Hannah pointed out.

“Yeah. We locked eyes during Scream until he walked over to Georg. Which reminds me, has Georg looked over at you yet?” I asked her.

“No. He’s too into playing his bass. How I wish I was that bass.” Hannah sighed, propping her left elbow up onto the barrier and placing her left hand under her chin.

“And I wish I was Tom’s guitar, but that will never happen.” I told her. The lights dimmed and the voice said through the speakers, “Please welcome back, Tokio Hotel!” I hadn’t realised that the whole audience was back till I heard everyone screaming and chanting, “Tokio Hotel!”

“We’re back! And we’re started the second half with Raise Your Hands!” I looked over at Hannah who was looking back at me and we both grinned. The only version of this song we had was the live version, and Tom sings in the wrong place. It never fails to make us laugh.

“As harsh as this may sound, I really want Tom to sing in the wrong place again!” Hannah shouted into my left ear, causing me to snort. She was right. I want that to happen too. It would really make my night.

“Yeah, yeah, okay” I sang along with Bill, taking a quick glance at Tom, just in time to see his tomgasm as they are called by us awesome fans. Before looked away, Tom opened his eyes and looked over in my direction, smiling at me and winking. I blushed, knowing that he wouldn’t see it anyway, and smiled back at him.

“Oh my God! Tom just winked at me!” A girl beside me squealed down my ear. I didn’t even realise anyone was beside me. They were so...still. I looked at her and my eyes widened. She was wearing a denim mini skirt which could’ve been mistaken for a belt, a magenta pink tank top with an obvious push up bra underneath just to make her already-humongous breasts pop out of her top even more, she had bleach blonde hair and by the fact that she had just trodden on my foot, I knew that she was wearing killer heals.

That’s right. He was winking at her. Not me. How silly of me. Of course Tom would go for a slut. Whatever was I thinking?

I looked away from the girl and back up at Bill, a sudden feeling of hurt in my stomach.
I just got all excited about Tom looking at me but it was some slut instead.
How embarrassing.

TOM’S POV

That girl was so mesmerising. Her eyes were so big, I couldn’t look away. Her style of clothing wasn’t really my kind of thing, but, I don’t know. There was just something about her, and it attracted me to her. I had to find out who she was. What she was like. Or if she was the one. Wait. I already know that. Just by looking at her, I know that. It’s weird. Well, to me anyway, I’m not used to these feelings. In fact, what the fuck are these feelings?

She looked up at me for the second time tonight and I smiled at her, but then I winked to cover the fact that I was happy that we mind eye contact again. I didn’t want to blow off my reputation just yet.

I watched her as she looked over at the blonde next to her, then back up at Bill, not taking a second glance at me.

“I was looking at you! Not her! You!” My mind screamed at her, but evidently she can’t read minds because she didn’t look back at me.

This happened throughout the rest of the concert. I would look at her, she would be either jumping to our performance, or just listening to our performance whilst watching either Bill sing or Georg play the bass or Gustav on the drums. But not me. And that actually hurt. God I hate this unknown feeling.

I played the final chord of Live Every Second, the final song of the night before pulling the guitar strap over my shoulder and placing the guitar against the mini stage for Gustav’s drum set, picking up my bottle of water and taking a quick swig of it, throwing the rest of it out into the crowd, followed by the empty water bottle. I took the towel off from around my neck and threw it into the crowd, aiming it at that girl in the front row. But I guess I threw it too hard because it went straight over her head.
Typical.

“Thank you, New York! You have been amazing! Thank you again and good night!” Bill yelled to the crowd, who screamed again, and we all left the stage, all of us panting and sweaty.

“Tom got told to fuck off by a hot chick. I still find that amusing.” Georg chuckled, walking to the mini fridge to get a bottle of beer out.

“This girl who was stood right in front of me burst out laughing. That was what made me laugh.” Bill giggled as he threw his towel to one side of the room.

“You saw her too?” I mumbled from behind him.

“What? Anyway. Tom. I saw you checking out that blonde chick. Seriously, what do you see in girls like that? She was totally fake and it’s disgusting.” Bill moaned, collapsing into one of the arm chairs.

“I wasn’t looking at her. The girl next to her. The one who made you laugh” I told him, leaning against the door frame.

“Did you throw your towel at her and it went over her head instead? That was class, man!” Georg chuckled as he walked towards us, his beer in hand, I didn’t respond to him.

“You like her? Seriously? She isn’t what you normally go for, Tom!” Bill said, his eyes had completely widened.

“I know. And I’m scared. I mean, I don’t see her as a quick fuck and dump, but more serious than that. I’m scared guys.” I admitted, walking over to them and sitting on the couch next to Gustav.

“Heh. I guess she thought you were looking at that blonde too. I saw her look at her and then ignore you for the rest of the concert. Rejected, Tom!” Bill chuckled in the arm chair. Idiot.

“Yes. I know. And that hurt. I, for once, wasn’t looking at a slut!” I sarcastically gasped, my hand over my chest.

“Wow, Tom. Are you feeling okay?” Gustav elbowed me in my hip, chuckling at his own joke.
“Hilarious, Gustav. And yes, I’m feeling fine, thanks. I have to find out who the hell she is and what the fuck she is doing to me. “ I muttered, covering my head in my hands when an idea came to me. “Hey Tobi. Can you do me a huge favour?”

Ebony’s POV

Hannah and I had our backs leaning against the barrier waiting for the arena to be clear of people, which it now was, but we just couldn’t move from where we were standing.

“I still can’t stop laughing at the fact that Tom’s towel went straight over your head. I swear he aimed it at you too.” Hannah giggled.

“If he aimed it anyone, it would’ve been that slut next to me. You know what he’s like. See? I told you he wouldn’t give me a second glance.” I sighed, wishing I was beautiful like that blonde girl. As lame as that might sound.

“I know that Tom was looking at you. Hun, trust me with this. Why wouldn’t he?” Hannah pointed out, pushing herself away from the barrier.

“He wouldn’t because I’m not a fucking slut!” I was getting angry and Hannah could tell. When I got angry, I would begin to shout at whoever was near me, their fault or not, whether they meant to annoy me or not. Like I said before, I’m ungrateful, I can easily hurt people’s feelings and not feel guilty about it. But Hannah is used to that now, seeing as we more or less live with one another now.

“Hey. Calm down. I didn’t mean to annoy you like I did.” Hannah pulled me into a short hug knowing that that would calm me down.

“Excuse me?” A voice said from behind Hannah. We both looked over in the direction of the voice to see a big man in a black uniform. Even I wouldn’t want to mess with him.

“Can we help you?” Hannah asked him.

“Yes. Yes you can actually.”