tokyo hotel

After a big Tokio Hotel concert, a massive crowd of fans was still gathered outside the arena. People were screaming the members' names, asking for photos, and holding out posters for autographs.

Bill Kaulitz, Georg Listing, and Gustav Schäfer had already finished giving out their last autographs and had headed to the car with their girlfriends. They were laughing, chatting among themselves, and waiting for only one person.

Tom Kaulitz was still by the barricade. Despite the exhaustion after the concert, he continued signing tickets and photos. The female fans around him were literally dreaming of catching his attention.

But at one point, Tom stopped abruptly.

He noticed you in the crowd.

Tall, with long black hair, a model-like appearance, and a confident stride—you were like something out of his dreams. For a few seconds, he just stared, as if oblivious to the noise around him. Even the security guards exchanged surprised glances when Tom took a step toward you on his own.

"Hey," he said with a slight smile.

You were a bit flustered when he walked straight up to you, ignoring the other fans.

"Can I have an autograph?" you asked softly, holding out your ticket.

Tom took it, signed it quickly, and lingered with the pen a bit longer than usual. Then, he folded the ticket in half and handed it back to you.

"Don't lose it, okay?"

You opened the ticket and noticed a phone number neatly written under the autograph.

Looking up, you saw Tom already walking back toward the car. Before getting inside, he looked at you, gave a barely noticeable wink, and smirked.

The car door closed, the fans started screaming again, and you were still standing there, clutching the ticket tightly in your hands.