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-""Tom Kaulitz.""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
Tomorrow Better Not Come ch. 2Eight cups of coffee and two shows later, we were walking out and back to the Royal Rose hotel. Bill walked next to me, on the right side. He had Gustav by his side, while Georg was next to mine."Hey, have you ever thought what would you do if you weren't on the band?" I asked suddenly"Well, I'd probably study biotechnology or I'd be a boxer." Georg replied"You? You didn't even knew Bill was a guy when you saw him!" Gustav taunted. I laughed as Bill smiled and shook his head."No, but seriously. I'd study that." Georg said"I would stay on the music business. Maybe not on this band, but I'd be on another one." Gustav said"Bill?" I asked"I dunno. Maybe I'd design a clothing line, or I'd become gangsta and work with Will.I.Am." Bill joked"Oh, yeah. And you'd be able to date Fergie." Georg said"And hang out with Snoop Dogg." I added"And have an affair with Leona Lewis behind Fergie's back." Gustav said. Georg and I just laughed as Bill raised an eyebrow as if saying, "Well, why no
Tomorrow Better Not Come ch.1Georg and Gustav arrived at the music concert half an hour before it opened. They knew the other one from music school, and had become friends since they first met. That night, they were going to a talent show, and the anxiety from the contestants and the expectations of the watchers hung into the air like smoke."I say that guy with the tuba will win." Gustav bet."I don't think so. He doesn't look like he has enough lung." Georg contradicted."Well, I thought you didn't had enough brain when I met you. Turns out you do, but you don't know how to use it!" Gustav replied, rolling his eyes. Georg just smiled and walked towards the entrance with Gustav to give the tickets and enter. As they stepped inside, Gustav saw something."Man...look at that girl!" he told Georg. He spun around and, efectively, he saw a girl with gorgeous short, black hair, beautiful chocolate eyes and a fair skin, along with a guy her age with brown hair in dreadlocks. Surely her boyfriend or brother."She's cu