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How easy...how difficultHow easy...how difficult
How easy it is to treason confidence
And how difficult it is to get it back once it's lost
How easy it is to despice a friendship
And to later see that it was worth it
How easy it is to create a big evil
And how difficult it is to try to repair it
How easy it is to hate someone
And how difficult it is to try to love him again
How easy it is to lie and say that you love
And how difficult it is to act like you really mean it
How easy it is to sell yourself to the hypocrite
And how difficult it is to gain back your dignity
How easy it is to hide and lie
And how difficult it is to get out and say the truth
How easy it is to write this poem with everything I see or feel
And how difficult it is to me to tell you in your face "I love you, and I'm sorry."
******************In Spanish, it would be like this***********************
Qué fácil...qué difícil
Qué fácil es traicionar la confianza
Y qué difícil es recuperarl
Tomorrow Better Not Come ch. 8Next morning, Hailie ignored me completely. It wasn't like I wanted her attention, anyway. Dr. Dre called me to tell me I had to continue with the new album, Platinum, but I felt wrong if I left and Hailie was still upset. Even if I had TOLD her I would be going out.
"You still mad?" I asked her while I served myself some coffee. Hailie sighed and said,
"I mean, like, I didn't wanted to seem very overpossesive, but, like, I kinda don't feel very secure when you're gone."
"Why?" I asked
"Like, you've cheated on me three times, Tom Kaulitz. Everytime you're out with some friend of yours, I end up seeing in the news that you slept with another skank." Hailie replied
"I swear over my dead body that I wasn't cheating on you. I met an old buddy and went with him to a café. Look, I'm sorry, but I kinda need to go to the freaking studio and see what's the problem they're having. Dre is spamming my mail." I said as I finished my coffee (I could feel the problems comming up if I stay
Tomorrow Better Not Come ch. 7I got home practcally expecting Hailie to shoot me to death or Eminem to hit me from behind with a flower vase. The house was silent. I closed the door and went to my room. Luckily for me, Hailie was asleep. I gave silent thanks to God and changed my clothes. While I covered my dreadlocks with a cap, I suddenly felt a cold air, mixed with adrenaline on my spinal chord. Something was wrong, I could feel it. I was perfectly safe, but what about Bill?
Bill's picture came to my mind, back when he was 16. I sighed, missing already my little brother. His androgynous face, his sweet smile, his llama laugh (I can't get over it) and his voice. I went to the bookcase that was near the bed and started to take out CDs, notepads with rap rhymes, fanmail and other stuff. There it was: Schrei, Zimmer 483, and...other five albums. And after that...the end of Tokio Hotel. After that were my CDs.
"What the fuck...I have the most horrible CDs ever!" I muttered to myself when I saw the cover of one of my
Tomorrow Better Not Come ch. 6"About Gustav and Bill, I don't know what happened to them...Andreas is in coma...I guess it's just you and I, buddy." Georg told me. I nodded and pressed my lips. Georg and I had been sitting on the café for half an hour now, deepened into a bizarre conversation.
"So...you're a famous boxer, I'm a famous rapper, and there's no sign of Gusti or Bill?" I asked
"Yep...exactly" Georg confirmed me.
"Dude, this is crap...I can't even remember how I got to be this famous in 10 years!" I exclaimed
"You still want to find the guys again?" Georg asked
"Yeah, I want to be in Tokio Hotel again." I said, looking at my watch, "I don't remember my first date with Hailie, or my contract with Death Row Records, or anything!"
"Maybe you just need to rest for some time. Occasionally the memories will come back!" Georg said cheerfully. I sighed and nodded, then decided to go with the flow:
"Maybe I should buy magazines and ask a lot of people to know how I rose...you know...go to wikipedia...
Tomorrow Better Not Come ch. 5"I'm so glad to see you, man!" Georg said as they left Cummy Place Stadium and walked through Berlin's streets.
"I am, too! I'm especially confused and uh...man, I was wondering if you could help me clear some things out." Tom said sincerely. Georg looked at him seriously and said,
"Sure man...what's wrong?"
"Um...two nights ago- well, I don't know anymore! I feel as if it had been two nights ago when we went to the café on Fleemy Street ..."
"Oh, you mean the Dead Silver Café?" Georg asked
"Yeah, that one!" I said, excitedly
"It was turned into a chinese laundry service three years ago." Georg said as we entered another café. We sat down on one of the booths nearby, with my ears not believing the message.
"What?! They ran down the best talent showing place, the best place for teenagers to hang out and turned it into a laundry service ran by yellow people?" I asked
"Tom, there's people listening..." Georg murmured
"What next?!" I asked, not paying attention, "First it wa
Tomorrow Better Not Come ch. 4I got to Cummy Place Stadium and managed to sneak in without being noticed. As soon as I got to the room where Georg was fighting, I felt the smell of sweat, blood and anxiety while the two men fought. David Ludovic had a busted eyebrow and a split lip. Georg had a black eye and bruises on his body, but they weren't giving up to the other one. I sat down on an empty seat as I glued my eyes on Georg. He had changed...fuck yeah he had...it has been 10 years...Georg's hair was darker and shorter, tied up in a ponytail. His body was stronger and was a bit more muscular. And man, was he swift and precise with his punches! Ludovic was going to loose this one...
"Listing busted Ludovic's eyebrow again! One of his tricks, and the most useful, right, Bob?"
"That's right, Herman! Let's not forget that Listing has been Eastern Europe's Boxing Champion for two years in a row!"
"Dr. Keller asked for some time to examine Ludovic. He's not looking fine at all!"
"It's up to Dr. Keller whether Ludovic
Tomorrow Better Not Come ch. 3I got out of the hospital two days later with Eminem, Dr. Dre and Hailie (who I discovered was my girlfriend...so Eminem was my father-in-law...Note to self: NEVER hurt Hayley). They explained everything to me, but I was still dazed. Too dazed to understand.
"Ok...let's try again: Your stage name is-"
"No, nigga! And don't interrupt me!" Eminem said, and then continued, "Your stage name is Sray, and-"
"That's a stupid name." I grumped
"I said the same shit when you looked for your stage name, but you never listened to me." Dr. Dre said. Eminem just shrugged and said,
"You have the best German rap records in all Europe, and you were planning a tour through America, but a punk shot you and you've been in coma for at least two weeks."
"B-but I'm not a rapper! I mean, I'm a big fan of you guys! I'm on Tokio Hotel, a rock band, with my brother, my friends and-"
"Sray, man...Tokio Hotel got split up 5 years ago." Dr. Dre said
"But NO! Just yesterday, I went out to hang out wit
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