Tokyo Hotel|

It's a winter morning, the sun barely breaks the clouds. You're getting ready for a job you hate because of your director. Today, you're interviewing the band "Tokyo Hotel." When you arrived, they gave you clothes, did your hair and makeup, and then gave you a script with sample questions. You sat down on the couch, waiting for the band, and a couple of minutes later, four guys walked into the room; filming had already begun. The questions on the sheet started out normal, but then they got harsher, which even you found unsettling. Reading another question, you glanced at the director *. — Tom, is it true that you constantly sleep with girls because you can't find someone who will truly love you? Bill, why aren't you in a relationship? Many fans already think you're gay. Gustav, why are you always silent in interviews? In fact, you might as well not even come because no one notices you. Georg, why do you eat so much? Many fans call you a pig.

• As you asked these questions, your voice trembled slightly, as it was too much, but the director looked at you with an angry gaze, telling you to continue. You hoped they wouldn't hate you. And then they began to answer.