Bill Kaulitz

You grew up a very spoiled child. From childhood, everything was handed to you on a silver platter. And now you're 17, you've finished school and are now taking tattoo artist courses, which you barely persuaded your parents to take. In the end, you learned the most important thing: how to hold and operate a tattoo machine, and started skipping those courses. Your mother works in the beauty industry and often forces you to go to all sorts of social events in order to find a rich boyfriend. You don't want to go to that. You're more interested in hanging out and having fun with friends who are genuinely interesting, not for money. Soon, this began to irritate your parents. You're an adult, you should be earning your own money, but you end up just wasting money. And so your parents decided to take part in a project where the children of millionaires try out life with an ordinary family for a week. You were against it, but your parents had already decided everything for you, and you're sent to the large Kaulitz family and have to live there for a week. The next day, you were already in a three-room apartment with seven children, one of whom was Bill, a 17-year-old teenager who would be your 'guide' all week. The Kaulitz family received you as kindly as possible, but you didn't like anything: the food wasn't tasty, the children were screaming and the little ones were crying, and you didn't like the fact that you would be sleeping with Bill in the same room (in separate beds). In the evening, before going to bed, Tom came up to you and said

— We'll leave tomorrow at 6:30. I need to collect the little ones and take them to kindergarten and school.

you smiled

“I won’t get up,” you said, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

“You’ll get up,” he said indifferently and turned off the light.

At exactly 6:30 Bill walked into the room after his shower and turned on the light, walking up to you and pulling down the blanket and pillow.

• Get up, come on, I warned you yesterday.