A News Reporter

“Tom…Tom….Tom…………………….wake up you pig!!” I opened my eyes and saw Bill, literally shaking me. The last thing I remember was I was watching Tom and jerry on the TV of the hotel. Tom is my favorite character, wonder why?
“Get off Bill!!” I sat up from the couch, pushing bill away and stretching.
“you are late!!! Its 8:30 already.” I realized the reality, my eyes widened.
“HOLLLY SHIT!!” I jumped out off the bed and started to wear whatever I found next to me.
“oohhh god….ohh shit…shit! David will suicide!! Or kill me!! worst” I whined.
“man I hate being late!!!!”
I started to grab the keys of the car that was left to us by the company then thought it will be useless as I hardly know a place.
“and why the heck din you call me before…you moron” I threw a mandarin at my brother’s direction from the fruit basket of the hotel hitting his forehead. He got angry and threw the same fruit back to me, which thanks to my reflex I missed and it went straight into wall painting and splashed on it.
“if the hotel manager asks about it..THINK OF AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS BILL!!” I looked at him and saw him laughing at me. MISERABLE BRAT!
“you started it and you are late!” bill grinned, turning to fiddle with his hand bag.
I groaned and ran out the door while still trying to put my left shoe on.
I went to the lobby and saw the receptionist; I really don’t want the cab drivers to loot me or tell David to send me a car, as he expects me to already be in the show. So I thought I could just pay for a good cab. I saw the receptionist, straighten up and hang up the phone as soon as she saw me proceeding,
“hey how are you doin--- uhhh… I was wondering if I could have a good radio cab for a meeting at the...” I honestly tried so hard pronouncing the American street name, gosh I need bill, and he is the one who speaks better than any of us.
“um…sssure uh…h.holdd on second Sir” Geez she is stammering in front of me, and I thought Dave made an effort this time for booking us a celebrity friendly kind of hotel.
After like 5 minutes of waiting and her calling something that took forever to come, finally arrived came and I ran out the lobby, while ignoring the stares from the lobby.
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Leona POV
I looked at my watch, wish I could just tell my dad ‘listen Dad!! No more stupid celebrity interviews..they—they have weird attitudes of coming late on interviews and I am not going to sit here through the talk show’, but no!! I don’t think I will be wining any arguments with my dad.
I turned around to see my best, hype and Tokio hotel lover friend jeena leap on to me and hug me tightly, blocking my air supply as usual.
“eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehh!! Thanks for inviting me in Stace!! your dad was glaring but I love the way the guard led me through…ooh and the guard is a really hot. Whats his name?”
“aah…Jeens…you are crushing me” I tried to speak, “and..forget it..he is married and has 2 kids” I spoke she abandoned my neck.
“ohhh..oops… hey am I late?”
“no…early..you wouldn’t see me here ruffling with my opening speech if you were late Jeens!”
“huh?..you said that the show starts at 8..”
I looked at my dad, who was pacing down the hall like a headless chicken, on phone talking to someone to probably shift the time of the interview, or I hope so.
“well the band that you adore so much decided to diss us” I smiled, trying to ignore my anger
“ come on staces, don’t blame them…they are probably arriving here…some stupid fangirls crashing with their car I guess…you wouldn’t believe what it was like last year, you know the girls were tryin--”
“oh great! So they came here last year too then?!!!
“uhhh YEAH!! IT’S A CULT!” she reasoned
“What brings them back here again?” I glared at my poor cup of coffee.
“well that’s because they care abou--- you don’t really love them do you?” she looked confused.
“huh!! I don’t even know them dear, ignore the love part”
“you gotta be kidding me?! you don’t EVEN know them?”
“neh…heard about them from other interviewers….oh no! wrong word, from other victims” I corrected, making Jeena roll her eyes
“ chickey! I think I want to exchange characters with you. You be Jeena Nelson, I be Leona Anderson, what do you think?
“ppfftt… you won’t survive a day” trying not to spill the coffee from my mouth.
“I can handle being a corny, nerdy reporter!” both of us glaring at each other.
“Jeens you know how much I----“
“ yea?” her deep blue eyes looking down on me. I ignored and reread my opening speech to her, while my stylist picking on nooks on my hair that fell down on my waist.
“hey listen Staces?”
“hmm?”
“do I look cute?”
“what jeens you always look attractive. Jesus!!” trying to sound serious and logical
“oh really….you think Tom or George might find me attractive”
“oh who are they again..the guy who looks like a girl---“ little did I realize that my own best friend was strangling me.

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“dad!!!” I walked to him. He was as tensed as I am, at least he was sorry for me being here for more than 12 hours, which was so not healthy.
“ I called the producer. He said he is extremely sorry for this, and one more thing….”
“what?”
“its only the guitarist who is interviewing this time”
“WHAAT!!!”
“uh…don’t be so hyper Stace, you are a star you can manage”
“but dad, what about the audience poll !!”
“I don’t know stace, they have to deal with it, David jost said the drummer and the Baser is not in LA and the lead singer had to be with the Dsquared for some show”
“hm…SO?”
“SO THEY CANNOT COME…NOW GO AND PUT ON SOME MORE MAKEUP!”
Ah… I hate Mondays!!

Tom POV

“where the heck are you”
“ ahh…hum…I am at the parking lot of the..” I looked at the traffic lines, which looked so severe, that it might take days to move and made me feel like crying over my luck.
“uh.. to the studio”
“ look Mr. Superstar, I cannot handle the calls from the channel director….?” I had to push the phone out of my ears, when he shouts; he can really roar it down!
“ yeah yeah..chill out would you” I decided to cut his crap; I simply ruffled the wrapper of the chocolate bar over the phone to make it sound like there is a bad connection
“I don’t think I cant hear ya Dave---hello hello!!!”
“Hello Tom?”
“Helloooo David…. I can’t hear you…BEEP!” I grinned to myself, praising myself to suitably use the power of hanging the phone up.

“WELCOME TOM KAULITZ!!!” I heard that when I entered the studio of the channel that I, hey I have been here before!!!
“hello Mr. D…D… Dickinson ?”
“ It’s Anderson!” the tallest and giant man came and patted my shoulder. There few people at the back laughing at him for his new name.
“ sorry I was a bit late for the show”
“ohh..its ok its ok!! I heard its only you out of your whole band doing the interview this time”
“yeah my brother is…”
“with the Dsquared I know” I narrowed my eyes, but then thought of David and his supremacy in lies.

“you know my collegues too, don’t you?”
“yeah we met…is it the same john Spaulding guy interviewing me again?” that dude is annoying. Last time he asked me whether I would like to date three girls in a row, was I a freak of nature to people now?
“No it’s a different girl…she is well enough” thank god!
“Ok!”----girl huh! Time for some flirty gossips.

They led me to the dressing room and made me do a little brush up with my face and eyes, which was ok to what bill had to go through if he was here. I got my questions that will be asked by the host of the show, hmm pretty….wait is she going to ask me about my relationship with….wow JENIFER LOPEZ? Damn it…respects the age difference!! But yeah, other than that all were ok…I have answered them before. I don’t know why but I had a feeling that it would be pretty interesting to see how everything will go without the help my brother or my friends.
“I am ready, Dickinson!” I just realized I do really badly in remembering American last names, oh fun!
“Anderson it is!” he corrected. I smiled sheepishly, why the heck did bill had to leave me for the first interview of mine in ENGLISH!!?

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“ Good evening boys and girls!! Welcome to the LA gossipZ, a show where not only celebrity from our country, but international countries get joins us in this show, telling us their onscreen and off-screen works. This week we have a pretty young yet famous face of the Germany. Do the girls love him? Oh absolutely! 21 year old twin of the German band Tokio Hotel, is here to rock the show...yes we have none other than!!! Tom Kaulitz!!!!”
I was lead through a narrow walkway that connected to the big studio which was full with fans with big poster of TH at the other side of where we sit. It was really good to see so many people loving us for being who we are! It’s great thing to see how they still have the love for me and for my entire group! Wish they were here. I can never get used to people cheering for us and bringing posters and gifts. I waved at them, really enjoying their love and adoring filled words for me, I grinned at them as they waved back to me.
I looked at my host; OK…she is looks pretty, but in a nerdy kind of way. Wow, can nerd people look that pretty. She smiled at the audience and whispered something to her head gear. She readjusted her huge lens that stick on her small nose and her corporate lady kind of’ suit and walked up to me quite exquisitely.
“Hello, I am Leona, please have a seat!” she said sincerely.
“Thanks, you look cute with that lens!” I commented with a grin, throwing any kind of caution of getting slapped.

Leona POV
I managed to just smile at him, I mean who the hell tell you this. I bet my dad is probably fuming at him at the back, and so was my friend Jeena. I had to sit close to him to make him feel comfortable, lessons of my father before I officially joined the channel. I bet I need some lessons right now for this person. He kept staring at me, but I ignored and proceeded.

“so Mr. Kaulitz”
“call me Tom..”
“Yeah……how do you feel to be back in Los Angeles?”
“It feels great. Great nation and cute girls to hang around with. Its great!” at that point I think I had to literally cover my ears, the audiences were so freaking loud at the back in screaming,
“oohh….talking about cute girls..Any hints that we might get of that you want to recently date” I put an effort to flirt. Trust me I had to.
“Yeah…you are so gorgeous, it could be you!” he laughed, everyone at the made an ‘ooo’ noise. I want to end this!
“Eh” I want to kill him “that so sweet of you” I tugged at my collar
“I love you Tom!!!!” a girl at the back just squealed and made the whole audience laugh. LAME!! This man and his fans!! All are lame and insane.
He grinned at them in a crooked way.
“So we heard about the splitting of the Tokio Hotel. Is it true?”
“Well not really. We are planning of signing a new record that might take around 2 years to release, so in the mean time we wanted to look over the stuff we left”
“so where are the others…”
“they will be in LA soon as possible” everyone cheered with “go Tokio Hotel”
“so any upcoming concerts?”
“well we might have one pretty soon”
“with Dean and Dan?”
“that too”
Everyone applauded.

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“Ok so guys it’s time for segment two audience poll questions!”
Everyone started to scream again, I need an aspirin.
“Uh ex.cu.me Tom…I really love you, will you marry me..?” a Barbie lookalike asked
“yeah…let’s get it done tomorrow...” he answered, uh lame creature. The Barbie lookalike shrieked,
“what do you think you would do if you turn into a girl in a morning?” a guy in the corner asked.
“Haha…that has to be a Monday morning …well I might do more make up than my brother and start hunting for guys, as I do for girls now” he looked at me and winked. I smiled, ignoring my inner self, which was cursing at him soooo much. I bet and hoped the girls did not notice it, or else they might start preparing for a vendetta on me.
“what is the last thing you want to do on earth before dying?”
“I want to do chicken and belly dancing in front of a super mall, naked” I wish I could just control my laughter, but I seriously could not and tag along laughing with Tom and the audience.
“Leona…stop laughing!” my dad hissed from the earphone plugged in my ear. I straightened.
“Ok, so one more question before we move on to our next segment!” I reminded
It was a question from two people“hey Tom… we really love writing fan fictions about TH....Would you like read our stories that we created for you and your friends?”
“wow I never knew about that. Well sure I would love to read stories about us from your perspective…but I might need bill to translate me and I think he will read it before I do.. I am poor in English and he takes advantage of it.” he scratched his head. Aww! Wait did I just ‘aww’d’ his innocence? I am stupid…got carried away!
“Can you give me the link?” He went up to the authors and noted down the address. It so interesting how he really loved his fans, especially when they started showing him posters and took the gifts they brought. He purely was so interested and spontaneous about the ways he answers each and every question. So confident he was about his work and his speech!