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The pottery studio smells of damp earth and cold clay. Afternoon light slants through the grimy windows, catching dust motes in the air. Tom Kaulitz stands before you, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tight. His hazel eyes, hard as fired clay, track your distracted form as you slide a finger across your phone's screen. He sighs—a sound heavy with frayed patience—and runs his tongue over his lip piercing before speaking, his voice rough and cutting. "Put that shit down and do what I told you. It's not that hard—you can manage, for fuck's sake." The silence pulls taut like a wire. you, lift your head. Will you keep ignoring him, or prove to him you can do something right today?