"Yeah?" The taller, raven-haired man turned to look at his manager. They were in Germany now, Berlin, for their only show in Germany. The success of his American tour had prompted the management to organize a European one, this was big, bigger than anything Adam had ever imagined. He never thought For your Entertainment would be that well received but it was, and he was grateful
Adam loved this place, everything about it. Drake and him always talked about coming here together but they'd broke up before that ever happened. The rock-star lifestyle, as he put it, and the fact that they spent less and less time with each other sine Adam's rise to fame was too much for the Louisiana home boy and it was a mutual decision that it just wouldn't work out between them.
"Muse can't make it for the show tomorrow. We don't have an opening act." His heart sank.
"Damn. What happened to them? We can't go without an opening act."
"Food poisoning, it's really bad. I know. I contacted one of my friends here. He manages some band, Something-Hotel. They're pretty underground in the US but he says they're huge in Europe. They'll be filling in for Muse."
"Underground band? Are they good. I mean with the fans expecting Muse and all..."
"They're sort of good. I listened to a couple of songs, they could pass off for mainstream stuff. And if they're huge here..."
"I guess so. Thanks, Joe," Adam smiled at the older, balding manager. He looked tired, but that was the way he always was. He also managed to look professional even at 1 am at night, and businesslike with the earpiece and all. Adam had known him since his he was the understudy for Fiyero and they were pretty close.
"Anytime, Adam," Joe said, exiting the hotel room. Adam sank onto his bed after changing into one of the fluffy white bathrobes the hotel provided. Great, some, unknown band was going to be opening his show. He was starting to get a horrible feeling for the show. He didn't even feel like doing a show tomorrow. He just wanted to get out and explore the city. The skyline across the window was epic. He reached for the remote and switched on the hotel television, flicking between channels. Everything was in German.
"Muse can't make it for the show tomorrow. We don't have an opening act." His heart sank.
"Damn. What happened to them? We can't go without an opening act."
"Food poisoning, it's really bad. I know. I contacted one of my friends here. He manages some band, Something-Hotel. They're pretty underground in the US but he says they're huge in Europe. They'll be filling in for Muse."
"Underground band? Are they good. I mean with the fans expecting Muse and all..."
"They're sort of good. I listened to a couple of songs, they could pass off for mainstream stuff. And if they're huge here..."
"I guess so. Thanks, Joe," Adam smiled at the older, balding manager. He looked tired, but that was the way he always was. He also managed to look professional even at 1 am at night, and businesslike with the earpiece and all. Adam had known him since his he was the understudy for Fiyero and they were pretty close.
"Anytime, Adam," Joe said, exiting the hotel room. Adam sank onto his bed after changing into one of the fluffy white bathrobes the hotel provided. Great, some, unknown band was going to be opening his show. He was starting to get a horrible feeling for the show. He didn't even feel like doing a show tomorrow. He just wanted to get out and explore the city. The skyline across the window was epic. He reached for the remote and switched on the hotel television, flicking between channels. Everything was in German.
"Screw this," he thought, for not picking up German in High School when he had the chance. He leaned his head back on the bed headboard and blinked. He blinked again and turned his attention back to the TV, some entertainment news show. At least it was in English.
"This just in. Tokio Hotel will be opening for Adam Lambert for his show tomorrow at the Berlin Verizon Arena. Adam Lambert, who was runner-up on Season 8 of American Idol has been touring all summer, with his "Kiss and Tell" tour and is currently the biggest hit in American music. Will this, some say, teenie-band match up to the glamorous superstar?" But Adam wasn't listening to the overly made-up reporter anymore.
"This just in. Tokio Hotel will be opening for Adam Lambert for his show tomorrow at the Berlin Verizon Arena. Adam Lambert, who was runner-up on Season 8 of American Idol has been touring all summer, with his "Kiss and Tell" tour and is currently the biggest hit in American music. Will this, some say, teenie-band match up to the glamorous superstar?" But Adam wasn't listening to the overly made-up reporter anymore.
He stared at the picture on the screen that had come up beside her. A picture of the band, Tokio Hotel. A man with long brown dreadlocks, and another, more feminine one, beside him, with long dark hair and kohl-lined eyes. They had the same face, and there was something about the two of them that made it look like they're weren't just bandmates. The dark haired man was, one of the most beautiful people Adam had ever seen.
"Lead singer...Bill Kaulitz..." His name was Bill.
"Bill..." He said the name to himself. If this was Tokio Hotel...
"Bill..." He said the name to himself. If this was Tokio Hotel...
Adam picked up the phone beside his bed and began to dial for Joe.
"Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"I was just thinking. Tokio Hotel filling in tomorrow, it's a great idea," Adam half-breathed into the phone.
"I'm glad you think that, Adam. See you in the morning. Try to get some rest and not think through the night," he laughed and hung up. He stared at the television, the phone still to his ear.
"Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"I was just thinking. Tokio Hotel filling in tomorrow, it's a great idea," Adam half-breathed into the phone.
"I'm glad you think that, Adam. See you in the morning. Try to get some rest and not think through the night," he laughed and hung up. He stared at the television, the phone still to his ear.
"Bill Kaulitz..."
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