Toms lights were dim.Most of the band had crashed early after another press-heavy day.
But Tom?
He was under his blanket, sidekick phone in hand, earbuds plugged in. Screen glowing faint blue.
> Tom: “You tired yet?”
> Isadora: “Not even close. My brain’s on, like, hyper mode.”
> “Same. I can still hear Bill snoring two doors down though.”
She giggled. That sound? He could loop it forever.
> “Tell me something random,” she whispered.
> “I still have the paper you gave me. The star sketch.”
> “…You’re a sap.”
> “Only for you.”
The next morning, chaos.
Isadora woke up to twenty missed calls and a hundred notifications.
Nina burst into her room holding her phone. “Dude. You need to see this.”
On screen: a fan video clip from the crowd at a soundcheck, stitched with text.
> 🎥 Tom Kaulitz caught saying a name mid-song?? Isadora?!
It was grainy, but unmistakable.
Right after the bridge, during a mic test, you could hear him say:
> “This one’s for you, Isa.”
Three seconds. That’s all it took.
And the internet exploded.
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“You were doing so well!” her manager groaned, pacing around the room.
“We can’t erase it, it’s already spreading!” Tom’s manager added over speakerphone.
> “It was soundcheck,” Tom mumbled. “Not even public…”
> “Everything’s public, Tom.”
> “Are we in trouble?” Isadora asked quietly.
A pause.
> “We’re not mad,” her manager said finally. “We just need to be smarter. You both promised to keep this low-key.”
> “So what now?” Tom asked.
> “Now?” The voice sighed. “Now we ride it out. No comments. No reactions. Let it die down.”
But they knew it wouldn’t.
Later that night, after everything, Isadora’s phone buzzed again.
> Tom: Still got your stars.
> Isadora: Still listening to your mic tests.
> Tom: Let’s run away and start a band called “Low-Key Disaster.”
> Isadora: I’d join.
> Tom: You’d headline.
She stared at the screen for a long time, heart racing in that soft, 2 a.m. kind of way.
No one knew how long they'd have before the next leak. The next rumor.
But for now?
They still had this.
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"Strings Between Us
Romance2004. Germany. Tom Kaulitz is used to getting what he wants - the stage, the crowd, the girls. As Tokio Hotel begins to rise, so does his ego... until she shows up. She's the Brazilian guitarist in a rival band - quiet, sharp-tongued, and completely...
