bill kaulitz.

Bill was the music teacher in your class, one who was quite strict and cold

everyone had already gone home except for you and him, since you were in detention for talking in class. Bill was sitting at his desk and you were at a table a few meters away, making drawings—more like scribbles—in your notebook, waiting for the hour that seemed infinite to end

minutes later, Bill stood in front of your table

"Stop doing that and finish the assignment I gave you, or I don't plan on letting you leave here"

Bill was the music teacher in your class, a rather strict and cold one

everyone had already gone home except you and him since you were punished for talking in class, Bill was sitting at his desk and you at a table a few meters away making drawings rather scribbles in your notebook waiting for the lesson to end. hour that seemed to be infinite

minutes later bill stood in front of your table

"Stop doing that and finish the task I gave you or I won't let you leave here."