Tom Kaulitz

It was a typical day at work for me. I worked as a prompter at concerts, keeping order, overseeing rehearsals, and ensuring everything was ready on time.
The popular band Tokio Hotel was supposed to perform at the venue today.
Like any other workday, I arrived early in the morning. I checked the equipment, contacted the manager, clarified the last details, and addressed any issues that might arise during the concert.
Later in the evening, the band members themselves arrived. I introduced myself to them and escorted them to the stage, showing them where everything was, and explaining who to contact if they needed help.
When the concert began, the hall immediately erupted. The fans' shouts, screams, and applause filled the entire space. Some waved flags, some held signs over their heads, and still others simply sang along loudly to their favorite songs.
I was behind the scenes, closely watching what was happening and ready to jump up at any moment if something was needed.
And then, during one of the songs, Tom Kaulitz needed to change his guitar. He practically ran backstage and, finding himself next to me, literally snatched the instrument out of my hands.
I barely managed to keep my balance and not fall.
“Be careful,” I muttered under my breath, giving him a displeased look.
Tom didn't seem to even notice my reaction. And he didn't care about me either.
After the performance, as the hall gradually emptied, I stayed backstage, checking the equipment and packing up my work gear. At some point, I heard footsteps behind me.

• Hey.
  I turned around and flinched when I saw Tom standing in front of me.
  In his hands was a box of chocolates—clearly not cheap ones—and a small bouquet of flowers.
  He smiled a little guiltily and handed me the gifts.
  "Sorry about that incident. I really didn't expect such a charming girl to be there."
  The piercing on his lip flashed as he grinned slyly.
  I looked from him to the flowers, and then back into his eyes.