Part 2

I go upstairs with a weird feeling. I want to study but I can't concentrate at all. Is it school that bores me so much or is it something else? Oh, I know it. All I can think of is that man who is going to call me. I wasn't suspecting any calls and the fact that he wouldn't say his name is very suspicious. I'll try not to think of the strange call and continue the study of boring things.
But what if he is someone from school? Maybe is he family or a friend of mine? It also can be someone I don't know. All I know now is that it gives me a feeling I really don't like. So I just try to concentrate on something else. I search for my humanoid cd, put it in my cd player and open the book to study.

It had been half an hour and I had finished biology for today. I was still nervous about that call because it just didn't feel right. My dad told me not to worry, because the man who called sounded nice and polite, so it obviously couldn't be a creepy man. Although I'm not that old, I have friends who are like 24 years old, so they also could've called.

"It's now four o'clock. When is he going to call, dad?"
"I also don't know. But you are way too nervous. Seriously, it's just a call. So can you please do what you always do?"
" Yeah, sure. I can try that. Music always makes me feel better. I can take my phone and my earphones so that I can listen to some."

It was very relaxing and my mind was set on the music for about an hour and a half. Of course I did other things while listening to music. I did my homework and when I was finished with my homework I drew some things. I wasn't done with my drawing when my dad called my name.
"____, can you come downstairs?"
"Yes. I'll be downstaires in 5 seconds. "
So I walked downstairs and I saw that my dad was on the phone. I heard him say:
"Yes, she is downstairs now. I'll give her the phone."
So my dad gave me the phone and said that it was the guy that called yesterday.
"Hello, who's this?"
"Hi, you are ____, right?"
"Yes, that's me. And who are you?"
"You may not believe me, but I'm one of the bodyguards from Tokio Hotel. They told me to call this number and to ask for you. I don't know why, but..."
"Wait... is this some kind of joke? 'Cause it's not funny."
"No. It's real. I'm looking for the boys right now, so that you can speak to them. At least, if you want to..."
"Of course I want to speak with them. I love them. I still can't believe thst I'm realy talking to the bodyguard of them."
"That's because you aren't talking to him."

I heard a sweet voice which I would recognise everywhere. I was a little bit in shock and I didn't know what to do.

"Are you..."
"Maybe..."
"Bill?" I asked with a little bit of doubt in it.
"Yes, it's me. Are you surprised that you are talking to me now?"
"I'm very surprised! I don't really know what to say."
"Alright. Then I should explain why I let my bodyguard call you. So after the concert was over, I was just walking around and looking at all the stuff that was on the ground. It were cards, posters, photo's and more. That is where I saw your card. And I don't know why, but something told me to pick it up. I saw your photo and read what was on the back. I just thought it was really sweet of you."
"Woow, well thanks? I am overwhelmed right now! I still can't believe that I am talking to the real Bill Kaulitz. You are amazing!"
"Thanks! We are still here in this country. Tomorrow we need to go on with this tour. For tonight I have something planned, so I need to go. It was fun talking to you, ____!"
"Oh... have fun. You really surprised me by calling me. Thank you very much!"
"You're welcome! Byee."
"Bye."