"Weil uns einfach nichts mehr halten kann," Bill felt the song wash over him again. He closed his eyes to immerse himself in it fully. He could feel Tom's guitar strings moving, and Gustav's drumbeats. But the song was over even before it really started, he opened his eyes again. Adam was standing at the side of the stage, leaning on the curtains and smiling. He had done his hair, there were white streaks in it now.
Bill didn't know what he was thinking. He felt a sudden pressing urge to sprint to where Adam stood, grab him by the collar, and kiss him. He shook himself and focused on the mic stand instead. Their soundcheck was over. He felt something run down the side of his face. Sweat? It wasn't even that hot. He glanced over at Adam and felt his heart skip a beat again. Soundcheck was over wasn't it? He went to the stairs and got off the stage faster than he meant to. He had to put himself as far away from Adam as possible.
The young German singer crossed a few hallways, he didn't know where he was going, and half-fell into a chair at the end of one. He wasn't sweating anymore, but his heart was beating like a sledgehammer. At the stage, his twin brother stared after him, still holding his Gibson Les Paul. He looked at Adam at the side of the stage. Bill always insisted he wasn't gay, but he knew there was nothing remotely straight about his brother.
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