Tom Kaulitz - bartender

Sunlight filtered through the thin, turquoise curtains, illuminating the entire room from the pitch darkness. Rays of light fell on your sun-tanned face, and, as luck would have it, right into your eyes. Pulling a light, airy blanket over your head, you began to drift off into a slumberous trance, but to your dismay, your cell phone rang. Just before you were ready to throw it against the wall, you finally picked it up.

"Hello, what took you so long?" your friend's cheerful voice rang out. You weren't at all surprised that she called at exactly five in the morning.

• What are you up to again?
  — I'm here with some news today. Remember JJ? You know, the one with the rich parents. Well, he's throwing a party at his house! Can you imagine? He invited everyone he could, including us!

The words stuck in your mind, and besides, who'd turn down a party? Sitting up abruptly on the bed, you finally opened your mouth in those minutes.

• My brain can't figure it out.
  — Just don't forget to get ready, the party is at 9 am, don't be late!

After these words, rapid beeps were heard, and the room filled with tension. You had no intention of sleeping; the party was your main goal. Getting out of bed, you went straight to the closet. Opening the wooden door, a huge pile of clothes stood before you.