The studio lights were dimmed low.
Just a single mic, a black couch, and a red lava lamp bubbling in the corner like it was still 2004.
Tom walked in first, guitar slung across his back, hoodie on. Isadora followed, baggy jeans and one of his band tees knotted at her waist.
This was not an official session.
No producers.
No engineers.
Just them and the silent rule:
> “What happens in here stays in here.”
> “You really wrote all this?” Tom asked, looking over her lyrics.
> “Yeah… well. Half of it during that awful flight. The rest during the meeting where they told us to ‘lay low,’” she smirked.
He grinned. “Your version of ‘laying low’ is writing a heartbreak song about surviving the press?”
> “It’s about surviving everything,” she said softly.
He started playing a riff — simple, raw, kind of jagged.
Isadora stepped up to the mic, no shoes, just socks on polished concrete.
> “They don’t know what we said
With our hands in the dark
They don’t see where you end
And where I start…”
It wasn’t perfect. That wasn’t the point.
They laughed in the middle of takes. Forgot lyrics. Ad-libbed verses just to make the other smile.
But it felt real.
More real than anything the outside world ever got.
At the end of the night, they saved the track on a flash drive.
Tom wrote on it in sharpie:
> “For Us – Not Them”
He tucked it in the inside pocket of his denim jacket and pulled her onto the couch.
They didn’t say much after that. Just lay side by side, staring at the ceiling tiles.
No drama.
No pressure.
Just two kids making music in secret, in love, in their own little chapter no one would ever get to read.
Later that night, as they left the studio through the back stairs, Nina stood waiting by the door.
She gave them a look but said nothing.
Then handed them two ice-cold lemon sodas.
> “Don’t worry,” she said. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Then she winked.
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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...
