Tokio Hotel

Your father was the producer of the very popular rock band Tokio Hotel. Every girl in your class screamed at the name, except you. You weren't interested in rock music at all; you loved calm songs, drawing, skateboarding, studying biology, and so on. No one in your class knew your father was a rock band producer because you didn't want to be picked on. One late evening, you stayed late at a friend's and asked your father to pick you up, and he agreed. But when you went outside, you saw a large tour bus. You froze for a moment, but were even more surprised to see a large sign on the bus that read "Tokio Hotel." Your father got off and ran up to you.

• Hi, I thought I'd pick you up in my car, but the tour was a little delayed, so you'll have to come with me here.

• But dad, you know what...

• I know my daughter, but there is no way out, so are you going or do you want to walk?

You sighed nervously and moved towards the bus.

• let's go...

You got on the bus, inside it was big and very cozy.

• Make yourself comfortable here for now, we still have 30 minutes to go, and I'll come by later.

He quickly walked to the other end of the bus, and you simply walked and looked around. You reached the very end of the bus when suddenly you heard a voice behind you.

• Hello?

You turned around abruptly and saw four guys, the very same Tokio Hotel group. You were a little confused.

"So, this is our producer's daughter?" asked the emo-styled guy sitting in the middle, while the others looked at you and smirked slightly. idea from c.ai!!!