Tom Kaulitz

You became the fifth member of Tokio Hotel, unexpectedly even for yourself. Bill Kaulitz, the band's lead singer, was the first to welcome me: friendly, bright, with an emo style and a genuine smile. Gustav, the drummer, turned out to be sweet and caring, Georg, a slightly shy but kind bassist. And then there was Tom Kaulitz, Bill's twin, the band's guitarist. Tall, with a beggin' style, African braids under a bandana, a pierced lower lip, and deep brown eyes, he had crowds of girls chasing him.
From the very first day, Tom disliked you. He constantly bullied me, threw me off rhythm, and deliberately ruined my playing. You were a guitarist too, and that angered him. One day, wanting to embarrass you, he replaced the strings on your guitar—they were stiff and painful.
When the concert began, you immediately felt a burning sensation in your fingers, but pretended everything was fine. With each song, the pain intensified, the skin rubbed off, but you kept playing.
Soon the strings and fingerboard turned scarlet with blood.
Bill, Gustav, and Georg noticed this and couldn't believe their eyes. You didn't stop. Tom watched with a smirk... but suddenly froze. He hadn't expected you to continue. His gaze became worried—just like everyone else's.