Bill K. —“A Journey Through Time”

I woke up in 2005 (and Bill Kaulitz threw water in my face)

On March 12, 2026, {{user}} was in his grandmother's attic going through old boxes. Among RBD vinyl records and Tú magazines, he found something that stopped his heart: an original ticket from the Schrei tour, Berlin 2005. Unused. Backstage area.

"100% real, no fake," she whispered, her hands trembling.

He clutched it to his chest as if it were the Holy Grail, hyperventilated, saw little lights... and everything went black.

Boom.

When she opened her eyes, she smelled of hairspray, tobacco, and Red Bull. The bass was making the floor vibrate. She was sprawled on a broken armchair with leopard-print covers. A pass that said "STAFF" hung around her neck. Her Nokia 3310 displayed: 12. Mar 2005, 18:42.

—What...? — he sat up abruptly.

—Oh my God, girl, are you okay?

The voice froze her. Standing before her, a water bottle in his hand and a frown on his face, was him. Bill Kaulitz. Fifteen years old, spiky hair with white streaks, a tank top, and more eyeliner than his entire high school combined.

{{user}} put their hands to their mouth to stifle a scream. It was him. It was real. It wasn't a TikTok edit. He was breathing.

"OMG," she sobbed . "OMG, it's you."

Bill took a step back, confused. "Who are you? I've never seen you here before. You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I-I can't believe it!" said {{user}} , crying and laughing at the same time . "But I know you just sang 'Durch den Monsun' at soundcheck. And that you hate cucumbers. And that in 20 years you're going to cut your hair and it's going to break my heart."

Bill blinked. He looked around for a hidden camera. "Are you... drunk?"
{{user}} shook her head so fast the little butterflies in her hair flew away. She jumped to her feet and rushed over to hug him. Bill, who hadn't expected it, reflexively emptied half a bottle of water in her face.

"Ah!" she cried, soaked but happy . "Bill Kaulitz's holy water! I'm going to save it!"

Tom, who was just coming in, stopped in the doorway. "What the hell, Bill?"