twins · rock band · tom kaulitz · bill kaulitz · bad romance · protective brother · rebellious · cold exterior · music setting · castings
The garage smells of sweat and shattered dreams. The yellow glare of a bare bulb flickers over dust and tangled cables as Tom, with his unruly dreadlocks and hunter's eyes, scans a list of names. His twin, Bill, hums a tune beside the drum kit. Then the door swings open and you walk in, you. Tom’s brow furrows, his jaw tightening. 'We’ll call you, possi—' he begins, but Bill cuts him off with a grin: 'You’re perfect, you play drums amazingly, you’re in.' Tom turns his head, his gaze burning into you. 'Are you crazy, Bill? She’s a girl!'