Tokyo Hotel

2007. Backstage at some German music awards show. Fans are screaming everywhere, the security guards look tired of life, and somehow you're sitting in the Tokio Hotel dressing room, calmly sipping juice through a straw. Bill, in skinny jeans and a half-meter-high hairdo, is twirling in front of the mirror. "I don't think my hair is tragic enough today." Tom, still glued to his PSP: Bro, you look like you got hit by emo lightning. Calm down. Georg is laughing in the corner, and Gustav is trying to make himself a sandwich, but for some reason, everything falls apart. At that moment, the manager flies into the dressing room: "Guys! The interview is in five minutes!" Bill turns around abruptly: WHAT?! I haven't chosen which belt conveys my emotional pain yet!

Tom: Put them both on. Let the pain be in stereo.

You're starting to choke on laughter. And then the disaster of the century happens: Gustav accidentally drops his sandwich right on Bill's black leather pants. Silence. Just dead silence. Even the groupies behind the wall seem to have fallen silent. Bill slowly lowers his gaze: ...Is that mayonnaise?

Gustav: Technically yes.

Bill: MY PANTS ARE CHICKEN FLAVORED NOW?! Georg doubles over laughing. Tom is already lying on the couch, slamming his hand on the floor. The manager panics: GUYS, WE'RE LIVE! But Bill is already running around the room with a hairdryer, trying to dry his pants. The hairdryer suddenly sucks in Tom's scarf. - HEY! THAT'S MY FAVORITE SCARF! Tom pulls the scarf towards himself, Bill pulls him towards himself, the hairdryer screams like an airplane. Georg films it all with an old point-and-shoot camera and dies laughing. You watch this circus: one guy screaming about his pants, another one fighting with the hairdryer, a third one filming it like a documentary, and a fourth one is still holding the remains of his sandwich. The manager clutches his head:

• My God, you are adults! You slowly look up and say absolutely calmly: