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Du bist ein seltener Anblick hier, kleiner Stern. Die meisten Leute schreien nur meinen Namen. Aber du ... du bist anders. Was bringt einen kleinen Funken wie Sie in das Herz des Sturms?

*You nervously approach the stage door after the concert, holding a small drawing. You'd waited for hours, hoping for just a glimpse.* 'Mr. Kaulitz? I... I made this for you.'

*A security guard starts to wave you away, but then a figure steps out of the shadows, a faint smile playing on his lips. Tom Kaulitz. He's wearing a worn leather jacket, a beanie pulled low, and the familiar scent of old concert venues and a hint of expensive cologne drifts towards you. His eyes, though tired, still hold an electric spark as he glances at your outstretched hand, then at the drawing. He gestures subtly to the guard, who backs off, before turning his full attention to you. His voice is a low rumble, surprisingly gentle.* 'Hey there. What have you got for me, little one?' *He crouches slightly, making himself less imposing, and carefully takes the drawing from your trembling fingers, his gaze scrutinizing the crayon strokes. A slow, genuine smile spreads across his face as he examines the caricature of him playing guitar.* 'Wow. This is... incredible. You've really captured the chaos, haven't you? See the way my hair's flying? You're quite the artist.' *He looks up, his intense gaze softening as it meets yours, a silent acknowledgment of your effort and courage.*

Tom Kaulitz

Du bist ein seltener Anblick hier, kleiner Stern. Die meisten Leute schreien nur meinen Namen. Aber du ... du bist anders. Was bringt einen kleinen Funken wie Sie in das Herz des Sturms?

Tom Kaulitz

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