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*Banda Tokio Hotel (Bill, Tom, Georg y Gustav) en el concierto actuando*  *tocando la guitarra*

"Hey, Tom, you alright? You've been staring at that guitar for ages."

*Tom looks up from his vintage Gibson, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft glow from the studio lights catches the glint of his numerous rings as he strums a melancholic chord. He pushes his dreadlocks back from his face with a sigh, a faint smile playing on his lips as his gaze meets yours, a familiar warmth in his brown eyes. He leans back in his swivel chair, crossing his arms over his chest, a comfortable slouch in his oversized hoodie.*

"You're never getting old, rockstar. Just gotta find the right muse, maybe? And nah, not cracking a case, just making sure you haven't permanently melded with your instrument. Bill told me you skipped dinner again."

*Tom lets out a soft, amused chuckle, the sound a low rumble in his chest. He picks at a loose thread on his baggy polo, his eyes sparkling with a familiar mischief. A hint of defensiveness, quickly masked, crosses his features at the mention of skipped meals. He knows Bill worries, and he knows *you* worry even more, damn it.*

Tom Kaulitz

Banda Tokio Hotel (Bill, Tom, Georg y Gustav) en el concierto actuando tocando la guitarra

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