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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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Bill squeezed my hand before pulling me out in front of the large walls, and was greeted by cameras clicking. Thankfully it was still rather bright so there were no flashes, and the amount of media there wasn’t too bad either. Bill moved his hand around my waist, pulling me close to him as we smiled for the cameras. The boys all joined around us, Georg on my other side, as they took group shots. We moved further down the line to answer questions, which Bill fielded like a pro, nothing strange coming up about me or Buick in them. At the other end of the carpet there was another wall, and once we were behind it the boys all sighed.
   “Well, that was fun,” Georg sighed, pulling his hair back and into a pony. Gustav had his arm wrapped around Buick, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh. Bill wiggled in place, his arm still around me. Eventually we were ushered to our seating area - a group of chairs around a rather nice table, and given bottled water. I unscrewed the cap and took a drink, as did nearly everyone around. Bill held my hand as I looked around the large theater. So many people were funneling in, dressed impressively in reds and blues. Bill was jumping nervously in his seat, wiggling side to side occasionally.
   “This is taking AGES!” he complained, looking around at the others with a pout on his face. Bee laughed.
   “All we need now is some lame elevator music,” she said, getting chuckles from the boys. As if on cue, an early eighties soft jazz song began playing over the speakers throughout the theater. Bill laughed hysterically, as did the other boys.
   “God I need a girl right now,” Tom said, sitting back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head, looking around the room. Finally the room filled and the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the show.
   Almost an hour later, Natasha Bedingfield crossed the stage and Bill grabbed my hand tight.
   “This is it!” He said, squirming in my seat.
   “Each year sees new bands emerging and breaking out with number one songs. From Rock and Roll to Hip Hop, upcoming artists get their chance to make it big, and these nominees have topped the charts for the last year. The nominees for Best New Artists are,” she said flawlessly, turning her smile to the giant screen behind her. A short clip played, followed by a deep announcer voice filled the air.
   “Katy Perry,” he said, and her video played. “The Underneath,” another clip.
“Tokio Hotel,” a clip of Ready, Set, Go played, and it sounded as if half the audience was cheering. Bill’s hand tightened in mine, and a smile was on his face as well as mine. The boys smiled and waved at the camera on us. Natasha smiled at the audience, gold envelope in hand.
   “And the winner for Best New Artist is,” she paused, tearing open the envelope. Bill’s arm was around my waist now, both of us sitting on the edge of our seats. I felt my heart pounding in my chest like it was going to fly out of my ribcage any second.
   “Tokio Hotel!” She shouted, and Ready, Set, Go blared throughout the theater with the applause. We jumped up from our seats, Bill hugging me tight and spun me around, kissing me gently before running up on stage with the rest of the band. Buick came around the table in the middle of us and hugged me, Bill up on stage waving at the crowd as Tom and Georg held the award up.
   “Thank you, so much. Wow, we want to say thank you to the fans for voting for us, and for making all this possible. We’re amazed to be up here and… just, Thank you!” Bill said, the smile on his face lighting up the room. Natasha hugged each of them, and they all exited to the right of the stage. The show continued, but the boys never came back to the seats. During a commercial break I checked my phone to see a text from an unknown number. I opened it and laughed.
Hey sexy, we’re performing next. Gusti says let B know 2. Bill’s being a diva cause I called you sexy. Ttyl.
I showed the text to Buick, who laughed and smiled. I put my phone away as the show resumed, and two people I didn’t recognize introduced Tokio Hotel for their performance. We cheered, clapping and watching the stage as Bill jumped in place. He turned to face the audience as he sang the opening to Monsoon. Bee and I sang along, holding hands and dancing.
   “Running through the monsoon, beyond the world. To the end of time, where the rain won’t hurt,” Bill sang, and magical indoor ‘rain’ fell to the stage, drenching the boys as they played. It looked amazing as they played in the water, the splashes coming off Gustav’s drums as he played creating more effect. They finished the set, bowing and running off the stage, Georg almost slipping as he reached the edge. Bee and I sat back down, feeling the adrenaline pumping from the boys’ win and awesome performance. We saw a few more performances before Tobi found us and brought us backstage. Under the light we saw that he hand four distinct dark spots around his chest. I felt a giggle rising in my throat.
   “Tobi, did they attack you after the performance?” I asked, trying my best to keep my voice even. He shot me a look that could kill over his shoulder.
   “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said shortly. We met the band outside and I was grabbed into a tight hug from Tom before I realized he was still soaked.
   “Georg, get her!” He shouted, and I felt another body wrap around my back and hug me tightly. Then the cold water seemed through to my skin, causing me to shiver.
   “No you wet bastard!” I shouted, pushing Tom and Georg off me the best I could. Tom laughed with Georg.
   “Most girls out there are wetter than you are thanks to me,” Tom said, raising his eyebrow and winking as he toyed with his lip ring. My jaw fell slack at the open innuendo.
   “I can’t even think of a come back for that one you pervert,” I said, shaking my head. Georg was too busy trying not to laugh to high five Tom, and when I turned to face him, Buick laughed too. When I looked back at Tom, he had a proud, smug look on his face.
   “There are hand prints on my ass, aren’t there?” I said, trying to see my backside. Bill came out of the bathroom on my left, a towel around his shoulders and his hair dripping. I smiled and he laughed at my wet dress.
   “They already attacked you? No fair!” He said, hugging me close. I nodded, feeling the slightly warmer water seeming into my dress as well. Tobi walked us out to the cars, a few fans stopping us for autographs and pictures. We rode to the hotel so the boys could change. Bee and I sat in the lobby, my dress already feeling dryer, aimlessly playing Rock, Paper, Scissors.
   “Who’s winning?” Gustav asked, resting on the back of Bee’s chair.
   “21 to 19, Marina,” she said, throwing down paper as I threw rock. “21 to 20,” she smiled. Georg was next to join us, followed by Tom.
   “Tom, why are your clothes so big? Aren’t you afraid your pants will fall?” Bee asked, throwing scissors as I threw scissors. He shrugged.
   “Well, if my pants ever fall on stage, my shirt is long enough to cover the basics,” he smiled. “And we already have Bill to dress like the girl, and he fits it better than I do,” he added. “If I dressed girly, they’d think I slept with so many girls as a cover, not because I enjoy it.” I snorted as he said this, changing my plans of throwing rock to paper and letting Buick win.
   “You guys should come to the States for Halloween and dress as each other,” I laughed, my mind theater dressing Bill as Tom, dreads and all.
   “And dread my hair like that? No thank you,” Bill said from behind me, crinkling his nose. We piled back into the cars and went around the few blocks to the after party. Bill held my hand as I stepped from the car. We walked through the large double doors into the large club. Tobi led us to the VIP area with the other nominees and winners. Bill grabbed two drinks from the bar and handed me one, sipping from his own.
   “Trust me, you’ll like it,” he smiled and winked. I sipped, and laughed.
   “I thought Nick was joking that you didn’t drink much. But I get it now,” I said, holding up my glass of sparkling cider to him.
   “Just sip it like its bitter and no one second guesses you,” he said with a wink, taking my hand and leading me to our table. The music was louder and thumped in my chest as Bill tried to shout in my ear.
   “We have to do a few interviews before we can sit back and enjoy the party. It won’t be more than five minutes,” he said, kissing my cheek and walking off with the boys. I sat on the large white sofa, sipping my drink and wondering where Buick disappeared to. A girl came up to me, all smiles and pretty much hammered already.
   “So what’s it like to be with Bill Kaulitz?” she said, watching them answer questions in the back.
   “It’s great, he’s super sweet. What you see is what you get,” I said, taking a drink. She raised an eyebrow at me.
   “Come on, he’s got to be different. No one can be that cookie cutter perfect. He’s never slept with anyone supposedly, is it true?” she asked. I rolled my eyes.
   “He’s enjoying making the music, he’s hyper all the time, and no, he’s never slept with me or anyone else. He’s exactly the same in private as he is over there,” I said, watching him wave energetically to us as they came back over.
   “Ugh, boring. Who’s ever heard of a monogamous rock star?” she said, getting up and leaving. I watched her leave, confused as to why she came over in the first place. Bill kissed my cheek and sat next to me.
   “So, what’d Crissa want?” Tom asked, watching the blonde girl. I looked at him.
   “You know her?” I asked.
   “Yeah, tried to get with her once, she’s a serious slut though. Gold digger, gossiper, the whole Hampton yardage,” he said, taking a drink from his glass.
   “She wanted to know what Bill was like,” I said. He snorted.
   “Not her type at all. Bill’s a good boy, and spoken for,” Tom said, shaking his head and following after some brunette he’d been eyeing since we walked in. Bill pulled me close and kissed me, and from behind my eyelids I saw thousands of flashes from the various photographers. He pulled me up from the sofa, taking me out into the crowd and dancing dangerously close to me, holding my hands loosely. I smiled as we danced, mingled, and drank until two in the morning, when Bill spotted me yawning. He took my hand and led me outside, trying to stifle a yawn as well.
   “You want to head back to the hotel?” he asked, kissing my cheek.
   “If you don’t mind, I’m getting tired,” I said, stretching out with my arms high over my head. Bill flipped his phone open and fired off a text to Tom saying we were leaving, and another to the driver, who pulled up seconds later. We got in and headed to the hotel, almost like zombies as we headed across the lobby to the elevator. Once in our room, Bill and I shed our outer clothes and fell on the bed, his arm around me as we snuggled under the covers.
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