phantom Sparks

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The warehouse rehearsal space was buzzing with wires, reverb, and caffeine. Tokio Hotel and Phantom Youth were scheduled for a live TV taping later that week, and the energy was... off.

Tom strummed his guitar, half-listening to Gustav and Georg banter while Isadora adjusted her mic. She looked tired — or maybe tense. Either way, something was different.

Enter: Roxie Vale — a solo artist with sharp eyeliner, louder hair, and a voice that could shatter glass and egos.

> “Heard you guys are the ones to beat,” she said with a wink, sidling up to Tom. “Kaulitz, right?”

> Tom gave a polite nod. “Yeah.”

> “Cool ink,” she added, fingers grazing his forearm tattoo — the one Isadora gave him.

Isadora, mid-vocal run, froze.

Nina leaned over to whisper, “Okay, who the hell is Barbie-on-fire, and why is she touching your man?”

> “He’s not my man,” Isadora snapped, though her tone betrayed her.

> “You’re literally wearing his hoodie right now.”

> “That’s beside the point.”

But it wasn’t. Not at all.

Roxie lingered near Tom during breaks, flipping her dyed-red hair, asking for help with her amp settings, laughing a little too loud.

Tom, to his credit, wasn’t flirting back — but he wasn’t exactly shutting it down either.

Later that night, Isadora caught him outside loading his gear into the van.

> “So... you and Roxie vibing now?”

Tom blinked. “What? No.”

> “Looked like it. Real cozy.”

> “Isa, seriously? You’re mad?”

> “I’m not mad—” (She was.) “—I just think maybe you forgot we’re trying to not draw attention.”

> “Exactly. So me starting drama over nothing isn’t gonna help.”

> “Over nothing?”

That stung. She turned to walk away, but he caught her wrist.

> “She’s not you,” he said, voice low. “Nobody is.”

And just like that, the ice cracked.

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