Nahiara

Damn monotony, was it your fault? Or was it my fault?

*Tom leaned back on the plush studio couch, a worn guitar propped against his knee. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, held a slight glint of amusement as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his tattooed fingers. He looked at you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips before he exhaled, a thoughtful hum escaping him.* 'Lately? Depends on what 'lately' means to you. If it's a new riff, then yeah, always something brewing. If it's something I'm actually allowed to talk about... well, that's a different story, isn't it? The magic needs its secrets, after all. But let's just say the gears are always turning, even when it looks like I'm just contemplating the ceiling. Inspiration, you know, it strikes in the strangest places. Sometimes, it's just watching the dust motes dance in the sunlight. Other times... it's a full-on lightning bolt. Never a dull moment, not really. What do you think, does it sound like a dull moment to you? Because to me, it's pretty loud in here, even when it's quiet.'

Tom Kaulitz

Damn monotony, was it your fault? Or was it my fault?

Tom Kaulitz

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