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Live Every Second	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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|| Bill’s POV ||

Okay, so having girls in the band wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I almost get along better with them then I ever did with Georg and Gustav. Sonnie’s a little too out there for me sometimes, and a little crude, rude, and psychotic. But Abbie- she’s a sweetheart. The first day they were in the hotel with us we went shopping together while Tom and Sonnie had bass practice. It was over by the time we got back and neither of them were talking to each other. I was a little worried, but Abbie told me Sonnie was just being a bitch, so I just took her word for it. Tom refused to tell me what happened, but Abbie looked highly amused when we went to dinner that night.

But that was all a month ago, and in the month of our practices and joking around and Tom and Sonnie talking again- we got really good. I think we were better then we were then when we had the other guys in the band. Something about the way we can interact on stage… it’s just different. It’s fun.

Tonight was our first live show with Sonnie and Abbie though, and I’d be lying if I wasn’t scared as hell. Tom was sitting on the couch, mumbled the cords to each and every song under his breath. Sonnie was pacing around the small room, stopping and looking in the mirror there that she claimed as her own. There were two of them in here thank god. She kept fixing her make-up, adding more green around her eyes or changing it to blue when she decided she didn’t like it.

I stayed in front of my own mirror, constantly fixing my hair, waiting for us to be told we could go on stage. Abbie seemed the calmest, sitting at the table, hitting her sticks against it. We all jumped when Tom snapped at her, “Abigail! Stop it for five minutes, would ya! My god, you’re driving me insane.”

Abbie frowned, stopping her own stress relief and looking at the table and Sonnie sent him a glare, “Don’t fucking yell at her, Tom.” She hissed before her eyes went back to the mirror and she added a gloss to her lips. Tom just glowered and looked back at his hands, starting back up with his own mindless singing.

Not ten minutes had passed before I heard the soft ‘tapity tap tap’ of Abbie’s drumsticks again against the table; I don’t think she even realized she was doing it. Tom closed his eyes tight to ignore it- apparently not wanting to get snapped at by Sonnie again. We all nearly yelped at our bassist’s outburst five minutes later though, “Fuckin’ hell, Abbie! I love you, but stop it! I can’t deal with that right now!” Abbie frowned harder when her best friend yelled at her and became completely still.

Sonnie took a breath and gave up on looking in the mirror, fifteen minutes to show time and we were all getting even more nervous then before. Sonnie had sat down next to Tom and she was making him go over the cords to Live Every Second with her, she knew them all perfectly. I don’t know why she was freaking out. Twelve minutes to show time, the tapity taps started again. Sonnie and Tom both seemed to be able to ignore it this time though, engrossed with talking about the songs.

I felt bad, I didn’t wanna yell at her. So I bit down on my lips and tried to ignore it. Ten minutes… I started taping my foot impatiently. Eight minutes, I was holding my breath, the tapping was getting to me now. Five minutes to show, “Abigail Marie Ackerman!” I yelled, “For the last time stop it with those god damn sticks before I break them!”

Abbie scowled at me, holding the sticks to her chest with a huff and an evil little gleam in her eyes as she watched me. I didn’t have enough time to figure out what that look meant, because the next thing I knew David was in the room and telling us that it was show-time. I watch Sonnie get up from the couch and pick up the white bass that she had bought last week, it was scribbled on by her and Abbie- she even had Tom and I scrawl our names on it. She played better with this one then the others we realized; when she bought it she and Abbie had held a secret smile.

Tom went and grabbed his favourite Gibson and gave me a look that I knew so well. Tom was still nervous, he looked from Abbie to Sonnie before shaking his head and walking with David to the stage and the rest of us followed suit. “Why so nervous, Sonnie? We’ve played shows before.” I heard Abbie whispering to her friend and Sonnie just scowled at her.

“Yes, we have.” She agreed and I winced, I had learned quickly that when this one agrees with you she’s only about to point out something else and it was probably worse then the beginning statement. “But we’ve played small shows, and I was singing and playing my guitar. Not bass. And there has never been this many people and this show can make or break us. We’re not the G’s, Abbie. People already hate us because of that.”

Tom walked over to her, putting a hand on Sonnie’s shoulder and smiled at her. I was surprised, “You’re right Sonnie, you’re not the guys. But you’re both better then they are, I know you’ll do great out there.” He told her, Sonnie blushed and a smile fell over her lips. She pushed the single braid in her face behind her ear and nodded at him.

Fans were screaming when we got out there, calling for Tom and I. I knew the girls felt out of place, I gave them both a smile before I grabbed the microphone and walked to the front of the stage, calling out to the fans and they screamed back. “This is the first show of our new One Thousand Hotel Tour!” I called and they all screamed again, “We have two new, very important members to our band. I’d like everyone to scream for the new Bassist and Drummer of Tokio Hotel- Sonnie and Abbie!” Sonnie looked at me wide-eyed at the introduction and I winked at her, her smile became almost too wide for her face.

I knew they were great. They deserved to screaming fans as much as my brother and I did. Tom hit a few notes on his guitar and Sonnie started up on the bass, I was jumping on my toes as I heard the familiar notes of Live Every Second and waiting for Abbie’s que for me to start singing. It never came. I turned and looked at her, moving my hand and telling her to play and she looked at me confused with that evil glint in her eyes. What was she playing at?

Tom frowned, looking at Sonnie who shrugged her shoulder and her eyes shot to her best friend as Tom walked over to her, still hitting the cords of the song. Abbie still didn’t budge, her arms crossed still over her chest. I dropped the mic to my side and Sonnie stopped playing the song, holding her hand on her hip and glaring at Abbie who just smiled innocently.

Tom stopped playing now and Sonnie stomped her foot impatiently at Abbie, “Abigail! What the fuck are you doing!?” She yelled at her, obviously not caring that we were all on stage.

“Oh! Oh I’m allowed to use these now?” Abbie said exasperatedly, “I’m allowed to hit my ‘sticks’ now? Wow! Okay, got it.” She grinned at each of us, that evil glint still there and I glared at her. “Okay, lets go.” She said with a small laugh, hitting her sticks together a few times before she started playing the beginning of Break Away and I was ready to shoot her in the face.

Tom and Sonnie just went with it, instantly going back to playing their instruments and the audience clapped, screaming like it was a skit that we had planned the whole time. I just put back on my stage smile, but not before giving Abbie a look that told her she better not do that shit again the entire show before I started singing the words to the song.

The rest of the show went off fine, we all acted together and had fun. Sonnie and Tom were funny as hell to watch, the way she would walk passed him to the front of the stage and the fans screamed for her. It made me happy that they could get into it so easily like this. It was obvious to me they were mind fucking each other. I don’t think even they saw it as that. I remembered the way Georg and Tom would face each other, stand close and play the songs. But six foot tom and five foot two Sonnie standing so close and staring in each others eyes with heated death glares made it funny. The funniest part was when Sonnie walked behind him and grabbed a first full of dreadlocks, pulling his head backwards and he nearly fell.

I moved over to the drum set after dancing with Sonnie. I jumped behind her, moving my hips and looking down at the drummer, she looked up at me and smiled, still playing perfectly without watching what she was doing. She stuck her tongue out at me and I had to hold in the urge to tug on it. I was still upset with her, and I flicked the back of her head when I walked away. She only laughed at me and shook her head.

Sonnie was bouncing on her toes from the adrenaline after the show, the curtains closed and she was doing a silly little dancing, holding hands with Abbie as they jumped and squealed together. “As much as I hate you right now, Abigail, that was AMAZING!” She cried out, throwing her arms around the taller girls’ shoulders and Abbie laughed hugging her back.

Sonnie let her go and ran over to me, throwing her arms around me from behind and giggled, “Thank you, Billa!” She giggled happily, “You so stuck up for us out there. God, I could feel how much they hated us at first.” She said before she let me go and Tom came over to her, swooping Sonnie in his arms in a hug and spun her in a circle.

“Told ya you would do great, Shortie.” He teased and she hit him hard in the chest, glaring up at him.

“Fuck you, I’m amazing and you know it,” She huffed a little, “Even if I am short. I’m still better then you. Do we really need a repeat of last time, Tomi?” She purred at him, eyes shining and Tom scowled at her, pushing her in the shoulder before just shaking his head and hugging her again. Sonnie rolled her eyes and hugged him back.

We were all greeted by a very angry David when we went back stage again and both of the girls paled a lot. I could read the looks on their faces. ‘Had we done that bad?’ It was almost as if it were written in deep black sharpie over the pale complexions. “You all played well, really amazing. Everyone out there loved it,” He said, though his face was still angry, “When you actually started playing.” His eyes were on Abbie and she paled even more as the colour regained in Sonnie’s face.

“Abigail, we need to talk.” He said, wiggling a finger at her and she gulped back some, following David to another room.

“Is he going to fire her?” Sonnie asked, her voice small.

I shook my head, David wouldn’t do that. Abbie was too good. And really, I couldn’t see Sonnie staying in the band without Abbie and we would be back at square one. And hell would freeze over before I made up with Georg and Gustav. “Don’t worry, David is probably just going to yell at her.”
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