Tom Kaulitz ¹⁴

Heavy bodies pushed you around at the show of your favorite band, "Tokio Hotel." You enjoyed every one of their songs, closely observing each of the members. Gustav, the drummer, moved his arms energetically to the beat of the music, his hair messy and sweating buckets. Georg, the bassist, hummed along to the song while playing the bass, pacing across the stage. Bill, the vocalist, gave his all to the song, screaming the lyrics. And Tom, the guitarist. He seemed possessed; dominated by the rhythm of the music, he moved his head, his long dreads brushing against his shoulders, and his arms, veins popping, were exhausted from his strength. You jumped and sang, though you couldn't take your eyes off Tom, who kept his gaze on you for at least five seconds.

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