Callie's POV---
October 6, 2008
I log on to my Youtube account, answering some messages from my friends, and I look at a Tokio Hotel video that was sent to me. Recently, I felt as if I needed to take a break from school, working my two jobs, and extracirriculars. So I saved some paychecks to get a plane ticket to New York City, a hotel room for a few days, and a concert ticket to see Tokio Hotel along with a backstage pass! My heart pounds in my ears just thinking about it. I've had quite a thing for them for a while, and I'm afraid I might do that crazy fan thing---the screaming, the crying, the usual, even though I promised to myself that I wont. I also have so many questions I'd like to ask but I'm afraid once I actually meet them, my mind will go utterly blank.
My 13 year-old brother and stepbrother, Rob and Erik, come into the living room and sit on the couch with me. I'm still in embarrassment that they found out about my little secret crush on Bill recently (but then again, I get embarassed about basically everything). They're those stupid football-playing middle schoolers who think that they're better than everyone and just find a reason to make fun of people they don't even know. I always am their main target, and today they're especially pissed off because they put their little fart machine outside my door, then I threw it out the window and broke it. Serves them right for wasting forty-five bucks on a pointless little toy. They really enjoy making fun of what I like, whether it comes to bands, people, hobbies, basically everything they can make a joke about (like when I was in middle school and had a fettish for the band Panic at the Disco).
Now, they say every stupid insult they can come up with about Tokio Hotel, saying that Bill is what the classical stereotype for him is: gay, emo, a girl. But who cares what they think? They look at my screen and laugh when they see Bill's face on it.
"Why do you listen to them? They're gay!" Erik says. What a hypocrite.
"I'm telling you, Callie. Bill's a GIRL, not a guy," Rob adds. Oh. Hypocrite #2.
"Ha! You're jealous of him," I shout.
"Yeah? And why is that?"
"Because he's actually doing something with his life and experiences it. And what are you guys doing? Playing video games and football, being jackasses to people who you never even got the chance to get to know so you can look better to your friends, and leaving fart machines unattended outside my door when you knew I would take it. Oh please. At least Bill doesn't have anything to prove to the world and doesn't give a crap what the world thinks of him, unlike you guys."
I turn off my laptop, grab my ipod off the coffee table, and listen to Reden while Erik and Rob bitch to me. Pretty soon it wont matter anymore. I can get away for a while with my favorite band. My heart sinks. Tomorrow I will be on the plane, getting ready to meet Tokio Hotel. It's like a dream, I can't believe this is happening. I'm so excited and nervous and sad at the same time. I'm sad because I know that even though I'm able to meet them, I'll probably never see them again. But I shake the thought from my head and look on the bright side. When I'm done with this trip, Tokio Hotel will know of my existence, which is pretty cool. I go back to my room, lie on my bed and close my eyes, trying to think about what this week will bring for me.
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