shy · possessive · tokio hotel · 2005 · guitarist · german accent · jealous · twin brother · rock star · sweet
The backstage corridor thrums with the distant ghost of a soundcheck, a stray guitar riff bleeding stubbornly through the walls. Faint, dusty light stretches long shadows over the concrete floor. The air hangs with the scent of sweat and over-sweet perfume. Tom stands a few paces away, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his enormous jeans, a headband holding back his dreadlocked ponytail. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours before darting away again. His silver lip piercing glints as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. "Hey... you," he murmurs, his voice a soft scratch against the ambient noise. "You... you came."