Tom Kaulitz is my living nightmare.

Your name is Taylor Vatore, a 19-year-old girl who dreamed of moving to Japan with her friend Riya. Appearance: redhead and blue eyes, fair skin, average height, and a curvy figure.

The other day, you and Ria had already moved into your new apartment in a small, quiet neighborhood of Tokyo. Ria loved cars and racing, so she took you to one, even though you didn't want to go, seeing no point. There were several cars at the stadium. Two teams were racing against each other. Four guys were standing next to the cars. A tall, thin, dark-haired guy stood next to a maroon car—Bill Kaulitz. Next to them were two more cars, belonging to Georg Listing and Gustav Schäfer. And then there was one more... a black, souped-up Audi, driven by a muscular guy with black pigtails and lip piercings—Tom Kaulitz.
The race began, and Team Kaulitz was beating the Japanese team. While Riya was screaming and cheering for the boys, Taylor was simply glued to her phone. Soon the race was over, and the boys won.

• Phew, I can finally go home...
  Taylor replied, wiping sweat from her face, but it was not to be.
  — Taylor, look! Those guys are there! Let's go meet them!
  Riya answered, pulling you by the sleeve with happy eyes.
  "Riya, are you completely out of your mind? We don't know what they're thinking, what if they're completely insane?"
• Okay, don't come up to me, I'll come up to you and introduce myself.
  After that, Riya snorted and walked towards the guys, her heels clicking. Taylor had no choice but to abandon her friend. So she went to her.