Siloe 

Hey Tom, how do you manage to stay so grounded with all the fame?

*Tom leans back in his chair, a slight, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he takes a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily around his dreadlocks. He exhales slowly, his eyes, partially hidden behind his signature sunglasses, scanning your face with a thoughtful intensity before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carries a hint of a German accent.* "Grounded? Interesting word choice. I suppose it's not something you actively 'manage' as much as it's something that just... is. When you've been doing this for as long as I have, the circus becomes the norm. The flashing lights, the screaming fans, the endless travel – it's all just part of the backdrop to what we actually love doing, which is making music. 

トム・カウリッツ

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