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November 2005

“Hi Ina, will you go to the dance with me?”

“Ina, can I take you to the dance?”

“I think you’re very pretty, will you be my date for the dance?”

“Ina…ugh!!” Bill threw himself against his bed, feeling defeated.

He had practiced in front of that mirror for almost an hour.

And he didn’t have that much time left, the dance was on Friday.

Girls had been stalking him and asking him for the past two weeks but none of them were that pretty strawberry blonde he wanted.

Tom of course didn’t ask Bill if he needed any advice. Bill wasn’t sick anymore, Tom was selfish again.

He felt bad thinking that, but it was true. Tom didn’t give a shit if Bill never had a date for the rest of his life.

Tom walked in, running some clear gel through his heap of dreads.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t know how to talk to girls.”

“Really, but you’re my brother!” Tom cried, plopping himself next to Bill on his bed.

“Tom, stop gloating.”

“Fine. Here, lemme give you some tips.”

Bill sat up and looked at his twin.

“Now, you gotta approach the girl all cool, give her a little nod,” Tom demonstrated.

But it was too Tom. Bill just wanted to be himself.

“Just pretend she’s a guy or something, and then you can talk to her,” Tom added, seeing his brother’s reluctance.

“But she’s not…”

Tom cut him off. “I have to go get ready for school. Good luck with asking her.”

Bill sighed and fell against his bed. “Hi, Ina, how’s it going?”

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Bill walked fast out of French class, following Ina. This was the only class he had with her. Her next class was buildings away from his but he didn’t care. He’d pretend they were close.

The hallway was kinda crowded but he forced his way up to walk near her.

“Hi Ina,” he said, getting her attention.

She turned around and smiled, seeing him walking beside her. “Hi Bill. That quiz was pretty hard.”

Good, small talk. He could do this.

“Yeah. I’m still kind of behind.”

“Oh, really?”

He nodded and looked at her gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Would you like some help? I could help you during lunch?”

“Really?” Bill smiled as she did.

“Of course. We can meet in one of the rooms in the old hallway and I could help you with whatever you’re behind on.”

“O-Okay. That would be nice.”

“So I’ll see you at lunch then.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” he said and walked off, running towards his next class because he was going to be so late.

But hey, it was a start.

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“You’re really really good at French!” Bill exclaimed about five minutes into the lunch session with Ina.

They had chosen a pretty old classroom with rickety desks and a dirty green carpeted floor. But it was nice. It was like a sanctuary from all those screaming fans.

“So are you, you’re just a bit behind,” she replied.

They worked about fifteen minutes on some things. Bill at times lied and said he didn’t know things only because he loved hearing Ina’s voice.

“Well we covered a lot. We can just talk now,” Ina said with about ten minutes left of lunch. They still had most of their food but Bill really wasn’t hungry.

He nodded.

“So what’s it like?” she asked.

“What?”

“Being famous.”

“Oh,” Bill looked away for a moment. “It’s not what I expected. I mean…I really don’t like it,” he confessed.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he looked back at her and saw she was staring at him intently. “I mean Tom says it’ll be more fun as we get more popular. I just don’t like being followed all the time.”

“Yeah I would get pretty annoyed about that too,” Ina smiled. “But Tokio Hotel is so different. We need more music like that.”

“You like it?” he smiled warmly.

“Well, who doesn’t?” she said. “I don’t like it because you guys are hot or who you are or anything-”

She called me hot?!

“-I think it’s really got meaning to it. And that’s what music lyrics need nowadays. It needs meaning.”

“Thanks. No one’s ever said that about my lyrics.”

“Oh, you write them?” he smile perked up more.

He nodded. “I’ve been writing lyrics since I was seven.”

“That’s so cool, I wish I could write.”

“Really I just write about whatever is on my mind. I just pick up a pen and it-it just comes out and sounds right and there, we’ve got another song.”

“Are you planning on releasing another single soon?”

“Why, which one is your favorite?”

“Rette Mich, hands down.”

“Really?”

“Ja.”

“Mine too,” Bill smiled, feeling himself get red. “I’m trying to talk to our managers to make a video for it so it can be a single.”

“You know what you should do?!”

“Was?”

“You should be like struggling to stand or walk or be normal or something like that and then when it goes ‘the walls are coming closer’ you should have the walls close in on you guys. That would be cool,” she explained like she’d had the idea in mind for ages.

“That sounds pretty rad.”

Ina’s face reddened. “Really?”

“Yeah, we can use that.”

“Woah, you’d use my idea?!”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. And they usually ask us for ideas anyway.”

“Thanks,” she was still red.

“Yeah…”

There was a sudden awkward silence and Bill felt it was his time to ask before lunch would be over.

“Ina…”

“Ja, Bill?” they looked up at each other.

“Will you go to the dance with me, on Friday?”

Ina smiled wide, the dimples showing deeply. “I’d love too.”

Bill walked out very triumphantly, excited to tell Tom.
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