Chapter 2; A long day

Bill seated himself on the couch and took a deep breath. It had been a long day, exactly as he had pronounced. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His heart were still beating like a bongo drum, and its rhythm was quite fast. The small sweat pearls slipped down his cheeks, glimpsing in the light from the ceiling lamp. Here was hot, too hot, even though the spotlight weren’t on him anymore. Still with his eyes closed, he closed his hands and opened them again. The leather glove on his right hand made a squeaky sound, but it wasn’t that loud. Nothing was loud right now, right after a concert. Only the massive and constant screams from the fans, which hadn’t left yet.

Tom came and seated himself next to him. “What a ruff day, huh?” he said, leaning himself against Bill. Bill opened one eye and looked at him. “Mm.” he simply answered. “You look terrible,” Tom then concluded. “Well, I love you too” Bill smiled and opened both eyes. Tom laughed. “See! I can get you laughing every time” he smiled. Bill smiled back. “Yes. And I’m grateful for that. You’re the best twin brother anyone can have.” Bill smiled, giving Tom a hug. Tom hugged back. Both of them were silent. An awkward silence began to fill the room, but none of them were willing to break it.

A little while after Georg and Gustav entered the room, breaking the silence with laughter and cheers. Tom looked up at them, whilst Bill starred at nothing, totally in his own thoughts. Georg and Gustav nearly immediately stopped laughing when they saw the twins. “U guys okay?” Georg seated himself on Bill’s left side. “What? Oh, yeah yeah.. We’re fine.” Bill answered, before leaning back again, clearly thinking over something. “What are you thinking about?” Gustav asked. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Bill silently answered. “Come on, we know you. Spit out!” Georg said. Bill sighed. “Well.. I just don’t know.. About.. This anymore. You know, all this about Tokio Hotel. I don’t know if I can stand it any longer. I just don’t feel like it anymore. In the beginning it was fun, but.. Now it’s just work and boring.” He sighed, and closed his eyes again, as Tom speaked. “Yeah.. I know what you mean. When fun transforms into a job, then.. It just isn’t fun to do any longer. Then it becomes very boring, and you have nothing back to enjoy yourself with.” Bill smiled and opened his eyes. No one had ever understood him better than Tom, and this was the proof. Tom had said just what he was thinking. Tokio Hotel wasn’t much fun any longer.