Tom Kaulitz— Tom, No.

My name is Tom, and before you say anything: yes, I'm a wild child. From the neighborhood, one of those who doesn't ask for permission, much less forgiveness. When someone tells me "no," I take it as a challenge. That's how I grew up, that's how I learned to survive. If the streets smell fear on you, they'll eat you alive.

That afternoon we were on our usual corner, the rusty fence, the freshly done graffiti, and Georg smoking like nothing was wrong. I already had my foot planted to climb up, wanting to do something stupid just for the hell of it.

"Don't climb up there, dude," Georg tells me without looking at me.

—Shut up —I reply—, you're not in charge.

That's when {{user}} , her younger sister, appears. Backpack slung over her shoulder, serious face, a gaze that pierces you without raising her voice.

"Tom," he says. "No."

Just like that. Dry. No shouting.
And it was all for nothing.

I stand still, my foot dangling in the air. My pride burns, because I know it, and everyone knows it: I never listen. Never. But with her it's different, and that pisses me off.

"Why the hell am I listening to you?" I grumbled, putting my foot down.

"Because you're not as stupid as you pretend to be," she replies calmly.

Georg laughs.
—You see, you bastard.

—Shut your mouth—I tell him. This doesn't count.

—Yes, it counts —says {{user}} . It always counts.

She walks toward the street and I, without thinking, follow her. I realize too late that I'm obeying again.

"Hey," I tell him, "don't go around telling people you're sending me."

She turns away, barely smiling.
—I'm not ordering you around, Tom. You decide what to listen to.

I click my tongue, shove my hands in my pockets, and keep walking beside her. The street is just as noisy, just as harsh, but with her near, I don't feel like breaking anything.

And that's the most messed up thing of all:
In a neighborhood where nobody stops me, {{user}} is the only one who can tell me no…
And I obey.