I Want More/ a Tokio Hotel story

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Chapter 24- Don't Take German Lessons from TH

We managed to get into the car with no trouble. The majority of the fans didn’t seem to care about the ‘engagement’ but there were a few who kept screaming “No way, Bill! You can’t get married!”

I didn’t know what to say on the way back to the hotel. I felt bad for the bad publicity I caused for the band, but knew it wasn’t my fault. I also knew that we couldn’t let this get out of control. We had to get that interview.

I couldn’t sleep this time, too preoccupied with these thoughts.

“Bill.” I said out loud.

“Yeah?”

“When do you think we could get that interview?”

“First thing tomorrow, if you want. We’re all wiped out right now.” He said. I was happy, wondering what my mom would think if she saw me waking up so early.

Mom!

I completely forgot about what was going on back home. She probably heard about the engagement thing or saw the picture on magazines. I had to talk to her.

When we were back in the room, I headed straight to the phone and dialed the number.

“For the last time, I said stop calling me!” I flinched at the screaming voice of my mother.

“Mom? It’s me, Aden.” There was silence on the other side.

“Oh, honey! I’m sorry. It’ s just that there have been people calling me the house like crazy, asking me questions about you and that boy.”

I felt so totally guilty.

“I’m so sorry! Mom, none of that is true. There was just some guy who took a picture and totally messed with it. I didn’t mean—”

“Calm down, hun!” my mom stopped me. “I didn’t believe any of what they were saying. I know my own daughter. You would never get engaged to someone who you’ve known for less than a week. That’s absurd. I mean, you gag when someone says the word ‘love’.”

You can say whatever you like about my mom, but I think she’s amazing.

“Thanks, mom.” I said. “And hey, I’m sorry about all those people calling.”

“It’s alright. I’ll just disconnect the phone if it continues. Are you okay, though?”

“Yup. I’m handling this. We’ll get back at those bastards who came up with that ridiculous news.”

“That’s my girl. Now, go to sleep. It’s very late where you are. Don’t worry about me. Bye now.” I said goodbye and hung up.

Then, something hit me. I forgot to ask her about dad! I guessed I would just have to do that the next time I called.

While waiting for the guys to finish changing after the show, I fell asleep.

Once again, someone was trying to wake me up. This time, however, it was by tickling.

“Stop it!” I screamed, kicking my legs furiously.

“You’ve got to get changed quickly.” said Bill. “The interviewer is coming in 20 minutes. Oh, and try to grab a shower. You fell asleep before taking one last night.”

I felt offended that a guy was telling me to go take a shower, but then realized who I was talking to.

18 minutes later, I was ready. I probably broke some sort of record with that speed.

My hair was dripping wet, though, and was soaking my white tank top. I noticed Tom staring, so I pulled a sweatshirt on.

“Killjoy.” muttered Tom.

The interviewer got there right on time, and her crew began setting up right away. I found out her name was Jacqueline and that she was French, but knew how to speak fairly well in English. It would help our communication.

“Alors,” she started, “what’s the story between you and this girl?” she asked Bill, getting right down to the point.

“We’re just friends.” said Bill, not quite telling the truth out of necessity.

“So you and Aden are not engaged?” she asked. Hearing her say my name made me jump, even though I knew that was foolish. Many people knew my name by then.

“No, nothing of the sort. I don’t know how they came up with that.” said Bill, giving Jacqueline a charming smile.

“It is sometimes amazing what the media comes up with. But how would you explain the picture?”

“Well, it’s not that hard to change things around on the computer. That kind of technology does exist.” Jacqueline laughed, smiling to the camera.

I was glad I didn’t have to answer any questions.

I spoke too soon, however.

“Aden, how do you feel about having this picture spread all over the internet and news?”

I wasn’t prepared for this, and stumbled a little.

“Um…I guess, I was just really surprised. Like, I couldn’t believe that someone would do something like that. It was sad that someone could lie so outrageously to everyone and make up such a rumor about us.”

Georg patted me on the back.

After these few questions, Jacqueline went on to discuss different things with the band. I was glad we got this over with.

When she left, the guys started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” I asked them.

“We told her how to say ‘show me your vagina’ in German” said Tom.

I was dumbfounded. “I thought you said it meant ‘hello, sunshine’.”

“Not quite.” said Bill. He looked so much like his brother at that point that it scared me.

If that was all it took to float their boat, I was fine with it. Maybe things would get better.

I just hoped that Jacqueline wouldn’t try out her German any time soon.