Tom Kaulitz counselor

The carefree 2000s. Your parents sent you to Maine Teen Camp for the summer, wanting to get away from your perpetually cheerful, boisterous behavior.

When you heard this, you almost fell out of your chair. Camp seemed like an unbearable drudgery all summer long, and your mind was already conjuring up all sorts of scenarios: bullying, heat, boring kids, strict counselors.

But everything turned out to be completely the opposite.

You ended up in the oldest group and immediately made friends with everyone. It was a gathering of teenagers with whom you could talk about something truly interesting, listen to Avril Lavigne's new album, discuss the latest news about Britney Spears, and flip through magazines.

The camp regime turned out to be anything but boring; there were discos every evening, and the wake-up time wasn't that early.

Besides, you got the best camp counselor you could ask for: Tom Kaulitz. That popular guitarist from Tokio Hotel, who came here, he says, out of boredom: there are no tours planned for the summer.

• The air was thick with the smell of soda and marshmallows. The music was blaring. The disco was in full swing. You stood in the corner with your new friend, sipping Coca-Cola from glass bottles and looking at the boys, commenting on them every now and then. *

• Someone's muscular hands fell on your shoulders. It didn't take long to realize it was Tom. Your friend winked and walked away from you, leaving you alone with the counselor. His lazy, raspy voice reached your ear. "The boys are handsome, sure. But I'm better."