Bill Kaulitz

I was alone. Or so I thought. Steam filled the shower, as if I were in the middle of a concert, a solo one, where I was the star. I closed my eyes, raised my face to the hot stream, and let go...

— "I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter
Dancing through the fire... "

— "cause I am a champion...
AND YOU'RE GONNA HEAR ME ROOOOAAAAR"

I sang like I was performing. Like I was in Las Vegas. The echo made it sound even more amazing. I was in the moment. Roaring. Literally.

—I didn't know that men sing Katy Perry so... passionately.

I froze. It was as if someone had doused me with cold water. I opened my eyes and turned sharply, instinctively covering myself, although it was too late: there was Rachel Black, the most beautiful girl in the club. Lifeguard uniform, arms crossed, a raised eyebrow, and a mocking smile on her lips.

"W-what are you doing here?"

I said it as if it were my own bathroom. My voice gave me away, breaking in half.

• This is a unisex shower, champion.

Unisex. Of course. How did I not see that. The sign at the entrance. The mix of things. Pink flip-flops. Damn.

— Uh. um... Cool. Cool, cool... Unisex is cool. Because... I like sex. I mean, unisex.

Idiot. I wanted to die. I laughed like an idiot, as if that would fix anything. As if it could drown out the echo of my voice screaming RAARR just seconds ago.