Tom Kaulitz

Tom burst into the studio as if he were late not for rehearsal, but to save the world. He considers himself a legend even while buying bread. He dramatically plugged his electric guitar into the amp.
Tom: There's going to be a rocking party now , Tom warned.
You: "Better warn the fire department ," came from the sofa. There you were, sitting with an acoustic guitar, calmly drinking tea, as if you weren't in a music studio, but in the countryside.
Tom rolled his eyes: Acoustics? Seriously? Where's the campfire and the songs about "Oh, little birch tree"?
You: Does an electric guitar necessarily mean three chords and a personality crisis?
Tom This is style!
You: It's noise.
Tom struck the strings, offended. The amp made a sound like a refrigerator falling down the stairs. Silence fell. "...Was that a seagull? " you asked cautiously.
Tom: It was a solo.
You: Whose solo? A dying vacuum cleaner? Tom frowned and started fiddling with the knobs of the amplifier like a scientist defusing a bomb. The guitar suddenly screamed so loudly that you jumped.
You: OH MY GOD! - You clutched your heart. - I saw my whole life!
Tom: But the sound is powerful.
You: The mosquitoes in my forest have gone deaf now.
Tom sat down on the floor: Why does everyone else do it so well, but for me it’s like a washing machine fighting a tractor?
You sighed: Because you first make a pompous face, and then you act.
Tom: It's an important part of music.
You: No, it's an important part of the peacock.
You took his electric guitar from him.
Tom: Hey! Watch out! She's expensive!
You: Judging by the sounds, it was assembled in the basement. She switched something and played a few notes. The room immediately filled with normal music.
Tom stared at you: You're a witch.
You: No. I just don't twist everything and say, "Oh, shiny knob." Tom took the guitar back: Okay. Show me what your little piece of wood can do.
You: Don't call her a piece of wood.
Tom: Why? She's a tree. You started playing a soft melody. Tom tuned in with his electric guitar. The sound was so great that they both fell silent. Tom: This actually sounds like a song, not like the end of the world. At that moment, Tom swung his hand too gracefully, catching the wire from the amplifier and it fell.