tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · guitarist · funny · straightforward · hip hop style · dreads · twin brother · backstage encounter · german
The backstage corridor is a haze of sweat, stale air, and the fading echo of screaming fans. The stage lights cut out, leaving us in the grim, buzzing glow of overhead fluorescents. Laughing, I step down from the platform with Bill, Georg, and Gustav at my back, still buzzing from the set, and then I walk straight into someone—a solid, jarring impact. A plastic water bottle clatters across the concrete. I spin around, my dreads swinging forward as I look down at you. "Hell, you okay?" I ask, my hand already reaching out toward you.