🛹|Tokio Hotel

It was an evening when you were skateboarding through the city with a guitar on your back, passing a cafe where Tom, Bill, Gustav, and Georg were sitting. They noticed you because you stood out. You had black eyeliner, oversized pants, and a black T-shirt with a white skull and white cuffs. You were wearing a black cap with a pink skull. Black sneakers, spiked bracelets, and a belt with rhinestones. They decided to make a song about you. So they went to the studio to record it. A month later, they had a concert in your city. You decided to go and buy a ticket for the front row. You took your skateboard with you and dressed like last time. The concert began... (Forgive me, I'm listening to Alena Shvets again 🤪)