Prolog.

Wahhhhhh! I can not believe it! Kim is just the best! I could jump around and clap my hands - oh wait, I do!
I stop drunk. Kim raised her right eyebrow slightly. Yeah, I know I'm childish and live in a manga, but hey! You don't get to hear what she just said to me every day! When I went to see my best friend half an hour ago to spend the night with her, I had no idea where I was really going: To the Tokio Hotel concert in Bielefeld!
The merits of this city were 1. It was small, and 2. Kim knew how to get her way there.

Kim looked at her friend, a little baffled and slightly annoyed, yes, she was like that ... A sigh followed.

I would certainly be grinning upside down if it were anatomically possible. I squeaked again. "And you really have backstage cards !? Woah! How awesome! We have to ask Tom how many dreads he has!And Bill, if he knows what ToBi is! "Kim raised his eyebrow:" Aja…. ", she looked grinning," let her live, ok ... "
"Oh Menno, I would so much like to kidnap and clone you," I joked, "and then sell it!" "Yes, yes .. But now we have to go, otherwise we can forget about the good seats!" the way she grinned when she already knew what to do. It scared me and ... it was Kim!
She grabbed my arm and pulled me with her. We comfortably got into Kim's father's car and off we went. We would spend the weekend there at our own expense, starting with the concert and ending with a shopping orgy.
That would definitely be the best time of my life ... Okay, I always said that when I was allowed to go to a concert, only so far I have only visited one in my almost 18 years - and that at 16, also Tokio Hotel, also Bielefeld . The excitement clumped into a big heap in my stomach, knotted itself, and never left me alone for a second.I was nervous. For me it was clear that I could talk to MY dream boys one day. Backstage with Kim would mean nothing else than that she dragged me along until we ran into TH. When we arrived in the morning, there were around 500 fans in front of the hall. "Oh my… Godness!" I cursed. “We'll never make it to the front row!” Kim grinned and winked at me. As soon as her father turned the corner in the car, she dragged me with him. "I have to go to the bathroom," she howled. "WHAT ?! Now?" That couldn't be. Not Kim! And it was true. She tossed her bag in the corner and took out a mini skirt and sandals. Then a couple of leaves. "WAAA! Those are the passports!" I screeched. "Nah, fake.", Kim remained matter-of-fact. So typical. She winked again: "The best time with 16 will be fun!", She looked greedily. Yes, TH.

We were both addicted to these guys, maybe me a little more (or more conspicuous) than Kim. I sighed briefly as Kim changed.I didn't have anything better with me than my old jeans and a top or two ... And of course my beloved boots! “Do you have tights with you?” Kim asked, I shook my head in amazement and was thrown one too. "Put on!" she said, what I did well. She grabbed my pants and a pair of scissors "Hey-!" Too late. A pair of jeans poorer, a pair of hot pants richer. "Don't cry! It's", she said again and waved her arms with her gay man when she narrowed it down, "craaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy!" If I could, I would drop, but I just grabbed my jeans - my hotpants - and pulled them back on, then my boots. Kim was currently staring into my face. "What!?" I asked. "Makeup!" and already I had a mascara in my hand. "Eh?" "Well do!" I quickly began to do what she wanted. I would probably never contradict her - she could just be too 'convincing' for that ...

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It came about at very short notice but have fun * ggg *