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The Sea Will Guide You Back To Me	By : BurntToasties Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: "Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Tokio Hotel, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Tobi was outside our hotel room when we arrived from the elevator, and my eyes grew wide.
   “Tobi he better not be in there!” I shouted, racing up the hall and passed the large man. I opened the door to see Tom holding up my dress, a grin on his face.
   “Sneaky jerk!” I smiled, taking it from him. He stuck his tongue out at me as I snatched the dress back and put it away in the garment bag.
“That is a very lovely surprise, I can’t want to see you in it,” he said, hugging me. “How was the interview?”
   “I told her we were having wild, drug ridden, unprotected orgies with the boys every night except Thursdays,” I said casually as the hair stylist ushered me to a chair. He sat across from me on the bed, cross-legged and laughing.
   “And what exactly do we do on Thursdays?” He asked, head resting in his hands.
   “Thursdays it’s you, me, some vodka, and another girl of your choice,” I said, closing my eyes. Tom burst out laughing, shaking his head.
   “The poor fans, now they know their innocent Bill is a drug-addicted sex freak,” he laughed.
“I do what?” Bill’s voice came from the doorway. I smiled, but the makeup artist stole the moment my eyes were closed to attack me with some eyeliner and a fresh layer of foundation. I felt my hair being sectioned off into clips and a loud hissing sound.
   “I’m going to put your hair in hot rollers, It should take about 2 hours to set. Do not disturb them!” the stylist said, rolling my hair up and pinning them securely to my head. Once this was done, she nodded, warned me once more to not let them come loose, and left the room. Bill jumped off the bed, nearly tackling me to the ground.
   “Finally! Get naked,” he ordered, hands on his hips.
“What?” I shouted, giving him a weird look.
   “It’s the next part of my surprise. Get naked and put this on. Meet me outside when you’re ready,” He said, handing me a robe and skipping out the door. I raised an eyebrow as the door shut, and stripped down to my polka-dotted panties, putting the robe on. When I walked outside the door, Bill was doing some hip thrusting dance alone in the middle of the hallway in a matching robe, his back to me. I watched, completely entertained until Tom came up the hallway shaking his head.
   “No Bill, it’s like this. Two hands,” he said, mimicking Bill’s same movements but with his hands gripping an invisible object in front of him. I giggled, the two boys jumping and facing me. Bill’s face was deep red, but Tom was smirking.
   “Wanna try?” He asked, holding a hand out. I shook my head.
   “Not with you,” I laughed, as did Bill.
   “Ok we’re going now. Bye Tomi!” He shouted over his shoulder as we skipped to the elevator.
   “I swear, if I never take another elevator after this day, it’ll be too soon,” I sighed as we waited for the doors to open. Instead of going down to the lobby, we went to the second floor from the top. The doors opened and we were greeted by an open spa reception area, a light scent of jasmine and vanilla wafting in the air. Bill stepped out, taking my hand, and smiled at the receptionist.
   “Hi, I had an appointment for Bill Listing,” He said. The receptionist smiled back and gestured for us to follow her around to the left of the counter. We followed her down a hall full of lit candles and flowers, and she stopped at an open doorway to a room with two tables draped with white cloth and towels.
   “Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable, the masseuse will be in shortly,” she said softly, closing the door and leaving us with the soft sounds of a brook playing. Bill took off his robe, turning away from me as I did the same. I wrapped myself in the towel on the bed, tucking the corner in. Bill wrapped one loosely around his waist. He kissed me gently, a smile playing at his lips.
   “I wanted to give you a relaxing spa treatment before we go out partying, getting you feeling at your best so you can come home sore and tired,” he smiled, stepping back from me as the masseuse knocked lightly on the door. Two women came in, asking us to lie down on our stomachs. We did so, the towels draped over our lower torsos as the masseurs began to rub away the knots in our back. About half way through the massage I felt Bill’s hand take mine between the tables, loosely twining our fingers together. The massage felt wonderful, and was made that much better hearing Bill’s muffled moans when the masseuse hit a particular spot on his shoulders. The massage was followed by a manicure and pedicure, Bill picking a crimson red that matched my dress perfectly. It was a wonderful experience, feeling Bill take my hand during the pedicure portion.
   “Bill, thanks for this,” I said, giving him a smile. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
   “Anything for you,” he said with a wink. The spa occasion was wonderful, finally having to leave just passed noon. Bill and I walked hand in hand down the hall, giving me a quick kiss outside the hotel room before parting ways. I went inside to be greeted by a slightly irritated hair stylist.
   “I told you noon. Let me see your rollers,” she said, coming across the room and checking that each was still tight and in place. She gave a nod, glad they weren’t falling out, and sat me down.
   “What’s your name?” I asked, feeling awkward that I had no real way to refer to her other than ‘hey woman with the brush’ or ‘roller nazi’. I had a feeling neither of those options would go over well.
   “Heidi,” she said simply, unrolling my hair from the rollers.
   “So, where did you disappear to?” she asked, taking a section of my hair and holding it to the back of my head, searching the area for a bobby pin. I felt myself smiling before I even answered.
   “Bill stole me for a spa treatment,” I said. The makeup artist cooed, smiling from my left as she worked on my eyebrows, but Heidi just grunted.Geri, the makeup artist, finished before just before 2, and Bee came through the door, smile on her face.
   “And where were you hiding?” I asked, raising a newly sculpted eyebrow. She just smiled at me, pushing a curled lock of hair behind her ear.
   “Can’t talk, I need to get dressed,” she said, shutting herself in the bathroom. Her hair was pulled back into a chunky, curled bun, a few selective strands falling loosely around her face. Just before 3 my hair was done and sprayed into eternity, yet it still bounced and moved lightly. Heidi and Geri helped me into my dress, smiling at the final product. I just slipped into my heels when Bee came out of the bathroom, panic across her face as she searched her suitcase quickly.
   “My shoes are missing,” she said, facing me finally. I stared at her.
   “Do you remember packing them?” I asked. We did a quick run down of the time we packed and she cursed loudly.
   “Son of a bitch, they’re on my bed,” she said, sitting down. I took mine off, glad they were a simple black satin design, and handed them to her.
   “Here, wear mine and I’ll find something else,” I said, rummaging through my bag. I pulled out my last resort, a pair of jet black converse, and slipped them on. Buick laughed at me, and I shot her a look.
   “What’s so funny?” I asked, hands on my hips.
   “You. You’re perfectly done curls, the stunner dress. Then slightly battered converse,” she said, shaking from her giggles. I rolled my eyes, getting her point. “You going to sing Skater Boy when we get there?” She laughed. I flipped her off and heard a knock on the door before it flew open. Tom stood in the doorway, a white shirt that looked at least seven sizes too big, and jeans of equal state.
   “Alright ladies, time to hop on the Tom bus and get outta here,” he said, hands rubbing together and playing with his lip ring. I shook my head, laughing and walking out the door, only to be nearly run over by a fleeing Georg. He grabbed my hand and dragged me behind him, my legs taking a moment to catch up to his speed. We sprinted onto the elevator, the door clipping my elbow as it shut. The couple already boarded looked at us strangely as we bent over, catching our breath.
   “You look great,” he said finally, taking deep breaths as he straightened out his shirt collar.
   “Why were we running?” I asked. “And why did I need to come?” Georg smiled, taking a second to answer.
   “I switched Bill’s hairspray with blue spray-in dye,” he said, a deep chuckle rolling from him. I felt a smile pulling at my lips, shaking my head.
   “I grabbed you so I have a hostage. Now he can’t do anything to me as long as I hide behind you,” he smiled, hugging me close.
   “What made you think this would be the best time to pull a prank like that?” I asked. He looked at me, smile faltering for a minute.
   “Why not do it now?” He said. I shrugged.
   “Good point. I wish I could’ve seen his reaction though,” I said smiling. Georg pulled out a camera, turning it on and flicking it to the viewing setting. There was a video, and I laughed hysterically as it played.
Bill was sitting at the mirror, spraying root lifter into the underside of his hair and running it through. The camera shook slightly as Georg silently laughed when he reached for the blue can of ‘hairspray’. The view began shifting towards the door, as Bill began spraying, the entire bottom of his hair coated with blue. Bill flicked his hair back, the dye having a similar hold to hairspray, and began to spray it in the middle sections of his hair. Then he paled, looked at the can, and then at Georg.
   “You son of a-” Bill began shouting but froze as the video ended.
I laughed, the still of Bill with partly blue hair absolutely hysterical. Georg smiled, the elevator doors opened and we sat in the lobby, Georg sitting on a deep sofa chair, me in the one next to him, sitting sideways with my feet over the armrest. Georg looked at my shoes and laughed.
   “Couldn’t make that last effort to dress up?” He joked, nodding at my shoes.
   “Buick lost hers. Besides, these are much more comfortable,” I said, shrugging. Eventually the elevator doors opened to reveal a slightly angry Bill and an excessively amused Tom and Gustav. Tobi, Buick, and Nick came down a separate elevator and Nick began separating us into cars.
   “So the boys will go in the first car of course with Tobi, and I’ll go on the second with the girls,” Nick said, smile pasted to his face as he checked a few notes on his blackberry. Gustav kissed Buick and gave he a slap on the rear before going, Bill kissing me on the cheek and a small smile.
   “Why’s Bill so pissed?” Bee asked me.
   “Georg switched his hairspray with blue spray-in dye,” I said, the images making me smile. Bee smiled before we were interrupted by Nick’s ushering.
   “Let me guess, we’re riding with you so we can be told how to answer questions about our relationship with the band and general information that might come up?” Buick asked, arms crossed over her chest and staring out the window. Nick looked at her, his fake smile faltering for a minute.
   “You’re right. It’s in your best interest as well as the bands if some information doesn’t come out. Such as your home addresses, phone numbers. Even knowing what phone carrier you’re using can be used to get your numbers,” he said mechanically, as if he expected a fight from us. I nodded.
   “So, what kind of questions might we get tonight?” I asked, leaning on Buick’s shoulder.
   “Well, there will obviously be questions about your…physical relationships with the boys. We want to keep this information quiet on Bill’s part, since the whole ‘untouched romantic’ idea seems to be a real selling point to the girls,” Nick said, reading off a pre-made list as we pulled out of the parking lot and towards the venue that was a couple blocks away. He had missed the glare I shot him as he glanced over the list. He cleared his throat and continued.
   “No one in the band smokes or drinks excessively, so neither should you two. We’re still avoiding any answers about Gustav’s car crash, and as for your history,” he said, once again looking towards me, “You’re doing well. You do not stay with the boys, you’re relationships aren’t serious enough for that yet, and I think you girls should be good,” he said, smile never faltering during his speech. We pulled up along side the curb, giant walls put up to block the press from seeing anyone doing last minute touch ups before going out under their scrutiny. Bill Jumped out of the car ahead of us, a smile on his face as Georg came out behind him, frowning. Bill hugged me close, kissing my cheek with a smile.
   “Why are you so cheery? When you got in the car I thought you were going to kill Georg on the way here,” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
   “Because Georg lost a bet in the car and now I own his soul. He has to do anything I say,” Bill said, smile on his face. I shook my head.
   “You boys are something else,” I smiled, shaking my head and Gustav and Tom were playing rock, paper, scissors over who would walk on to the carpet first. Nick brought the group together, Bill and I at the front, and Gustav and Buick last, and gave us the thumbs up.
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