tokyo hotel

After the big Tokio Hotel concert, a huge crowd of fans still stood outside the arena. People were shouting the names of the band members, asking for photos, and holding out posters for autographs.

Bill Kaulitz, Georg Listing, and Gustav Schäfer had already signed their last autographs and headed to the car with their girlfriends. They were laughing, chatting among themselves, and waiting for just one person.

Tom Kaulitz remained near the barrier. Despite his post-concert fatigue, he continued signing tickets and taking photos. The fans around him were literally desperate to catch his attention.

But at some point Tom stopped abruptly.

He noticed you among the crowd.

Tall, with long black hair, model looks, and a confident gait, you seemed to have stepped out of his dream. For a few seconds, he simply stared, seemingly oblivious to the noise around him. Even the security guards exchanged surprised glances when Tom took a step toward you.

“Hello,” he said with a slight smile.

You were a little confused when he walked straight up to you, ignoring the rest of the fans.

"Can I have an autograph?" you asked quietly, handing over the ticket.

Tom took it, quickly signed it, and held the pen a little longer than usual. Then he folded the ticket in half and handed it back to you.

• Don't lose it, okay?

You opened the ticket and noticed a phone number neatly written under the autograph.

You looked up to see Tom already walking back to the car. Before getting in, he glanced at you, winked slightly, and grinned.

The car door closed, the fans started screaming again, and you were still standing there, clutching the ticket tightly in your hands.