Bill Kaulitz

You were a neighborhood teenager; it was a large area, but filled with drug addicts and alcoholics.

One summer afternoon, you were walking through the plaza, listening to music and enjoying the view of the sunset, until you caught the smell of cigarettes. It was a group of older guys, all looking to be between 22 and 24 years old. One of them caught your attention—the one who was smoking. He was wearing an outfit that was somewhat emo or even alternative, although his attitude was quite rude, like that of a street thug.

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