2004. 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...
Bill had his headphones on. Nina was knocked out against the window. Georg and Gustav whispered something about pizza.
Tom leaned back in his seat, watching Isadora scribble in her notebook.
She looked up at him and smiled.
But his stomach was tight.
His phone buzzed — again.
Another headline.
Another fan tweet.
Another photo.
The blurry backstage pic from the awards had resurfaced… only this time?
It was sharpened.
Someone cleaned it up. You could clearly see her hand on his chest. The way they leaned in. The way they were almost — almost — kissing.
And it was everywhere.
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> Bill: “Bro… it’s viral.”
> Nina: “We knew this might happen.”
> Georg: “They’re calling it the ‘Velvet Curtain Moment.’ LMAO”
> Isadora: “I hate the internet rn.”
> Tom: “We’ll figure it out.”
They landed in Berlin to paparazzi parked at the terminal. The managers went into full defense mode — sunglasses, hoodies, rerouted exits.
But the story was already out.
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Fan forums were exploding.
“She’s distracting him from the band.”
“He’s 16. Let him fall in love.”
“She’s amazing. They’re actually so cute???”
“She’s ruining Tokio Hotel.”
Magazines ran headlines like:
> “Tokio Heartbreak: Who Is the Girl in the Shadows?” “Backstage Love or Publicity Stunt?”
And even worse?
Someone from Phantom Youth’s label suggested they temporarily distance the bands.
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Their managers called a meeting.
One giant studio conference room.
Long table.
Big tension.
Simone Kaulitz sat beside her sons. Isadora’s mom joined on video chat from home.
The room was quiet until Tokio Hotel’s manager cleared his throat.
> “We support you both. But we need to get ahead of this.”
> “Damage control,” Isadora muttered.
> “It’s not about you,” her manager added. “It’s about the timing. You’re both rising fast. You’ve got tours. Award shows. This? This makes everything harder.”
Tom looked over at her. She looked tired.
But not scared.
Just… real.
> “What do we do now?” she asked quietly.
> “We stay quiet,” her mom replied. “And we keep showing them you’re more than gossip.”
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Later that night, Isadora opened her guitar case.
The photo from the lake was still there.
She tucked it behind her lyric sheet and opened a blank page.
And started writing:
> “They see flashes. But they’ll never see us. And that’s why we’ll last.”
Tom texted her a selfie. He was in his room, hoodie up, middle finger to the camera with a grin.
> Tom: "Still your chaos. Still your calm. See you tomorrow."
