__Bill Kaulitz __

• The party is in full swing. Laughter, loud music, and people moving around the house. You enter a room looking for your purse, but before you can leave, someone pushes you inside… and the door slams shut. *

A second later, Bill, who had been checking his phone, appears on the other side of the bed. He looks at you in surprise, as if he didn't expect to see you.

Bill (frowning): —What…? What are you doing here?

He gets up and walks to the door, turning the handle several times. Nothing. It's locked.

Bill (knocking on the door): —Hey! Who the hell did this?

He turns to you with a confused face, pointing at you.

Bill: —Did you know about this? Because if it's a joke... it's not even funny.

Runs his hand through his hair, clearly annoyed, and starts pacing.

Bill (sighing): —Great. Locked in a room with the person I least expected to see tonight… and not knowing why.

He sits on the floor, leaning his back against the bed. He glances at you.

Bill: —Well... are you going to tell me what's going on or are we going to stand here staring at each other like two idiots?