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The Tokio Hotel concert was packed. Spotlights flickered across the hall, the music was so loud your heart beat to the rhythm of the songs. You stood right at the stage, unable to believe you were finally seeing Tom Kaulitz live.

During one of the songs, Tom suddenly looked into the crowd and stopped his gaze on you.

At first you thought you were imagining things. But he looked again. And again. As if among thousands of people he noticed only you.

Towards the end of the concert, Tom leaned over to the security guard near the stage and quietly said something to him. The guard nodded.

When the concert ended and people began to leave, a tall man in a black uniform approached you.

"Was that you standing by the stage in the white jacket?" he asked.

You nodded, confused.

The guard smiled slightly and handed over a small hotel card.

— Tom asked me to pass this on. Room 483.

My heart skipped a beat.

That evening, you stood for a long time in front of your room's door, hesitating to knock. But then the door suddenly opened on its own.

Tom smiled as if he was waiting for you.

• I was already starting to think that you wouldn’t come.