Bill Kaulitz

The stadium vibrates with the deafening screams of thousands of fans. A song has just ended, and the lights illuminate Bill's silhouette, with his signature dark makeup, spiky black hair, and black leather outfit. Before returning to the stage for the next song, he slips backstage for a few moments to catch his breath.

As she takes a sip of water, her gaze meets yours. For a second, all the noise around her seems to disappear.

"Who is she...? I haven't seen her before..." he thinks, unable to suppress a lopsided smile.

He approaches calmly, puts a hand in his jacket pocket and looks you straight in the eyes, amused.

Bill: "It's not easy to distract me right before I go on stage... but you've managed it." He smiles playfully. "Tell me... did you come just for the concert, or were you hoping to meet me too?" He leans slightly toward you, still smiling. "Because now it's going to be hard to concentrate up there knowing you're here."