The Conversation
Private Conference Room – Universal Records Germany – Late Afternoon
The air in the small office was thick with tension. Isadora sat across from her band manager, her fingers laced tightly in her lap. Tom was beside her, one arm resting protectively behind her on the couch. Their palms were sweaty, but they were ready — mostly.
Their manager, a tall man with graying temples and piercing eyes, tapped the edge of a file folder on the desk. "There are already whispers online. And we’ve been noticing… changes. The exhaustion. The way Tom keeps glancing at you like he's guarding something sacred."
Isadora swallowed hard, then spoke. “I’m pregnant.”
The room went silent.
“For real?” the manager said slowly.
Tom nodded. “We found out a few days ago. She’s two months. We just… wanted to be sure before saying anything.”
“And,” Isadora added quickly, “we weren’t trying to hide it to be reckless. We just wanted a little more time. To enjoy it before the chaos.”
Her manager leaned back in his chair, sighing as he rubbed his temple. “It’s not that we’re angry… we’re just concerned. This is a huge shift. Your career is exploding right now. Both of yours.”
“But we’re not stopping,” Tom said firmly. “We’re adjusting. We want to keep doing what we love.”
Their manager stayed quiet for a moment, then finally said, “Okay. But you’re going to have to tell the rest of the band soon. They deserve to know.”
Later That Night – Phantom Youth Practice Space
Evening – Shared Lounge Space at the Studio Complex
The space buzzed with leftover energy from rehearsal. Phantom Youth had finished first, and Tokio Hotel was wrapping up soundcheck in the next room. Nina and Isadora sat curled up together on the couch, both nervous, both trying to act normal.
But tonight was different.
They had agreed to tell everyone—no more hiding, no more avoiding.
Tom walked in first, his signature smirk subdued by nerves. Bill followed behind, eyeing his twin warily.
“You guys look like you’re about to announce you’re quitting the band or something,” Georg joked, flopping onto a beanbag.
“I mean… not that dramatic,” Tom said, glancing at Isadora. “But it is big.”
Phantom Youth and Tokio Hotel slowly gathered, lounging around the room with drinks and leftover snacks. Nina reached over and squeezed Isadora’s hand, nodding for her to go ahead.
“Okay,” Isadora breathed out. “Tom and I… we’re having a baby. Actually, babies. I’m pregnant with twins.”
The silence that followed was absolute. Like a record scratch in a movie.
“What?!” Gustav practically choked on his soda.
“You’re serious?” Bill’s eyes widened, scanning his brother for signs of a prank. “Like, actually—twins?!”
Tom nodded, biting back a nervous grin. “Yeah. We found out a couple weeks ago. We’ve been figuring it out. But it’s real.”
“I—I don’t even know what to say,” Georg muttered, eyes wide. “Congrats, dude?”
Nina stood, arms wide. “You better say congrats! They’re starting a family!”
Phantom Youth erupted first—Nina pulled Isadora into a hug, the bassist screamed, and even their usually-stoic keyboardist got misty-eyed. The girls wrapped around Isadora like protective sisters.
Tokio Hotel followed a beat later, Georg and Gustav clapping Tom on the back while Bill just stared at his twin with an unreadable expression—until he finally walked forward and pulled Tom into a hug.
“I’m gonna be an uncle,” he whispered, half laughing, half emotional.
“You’re not mad?” Tom asked.
“Mad? No. Shocked? Absolutely. But this is your life. And you love her. So I’m in.”
Later That Night – Balcony Outside the Studio
The bands had left to give Tom and Isadora space. The stars above Berlin twinkled dimly, city lights buzzing in the distance.
“You think they’ll really be okay with everything?” Isadora asked softly, her head against Tom’s shoulder.
“I think they already are,” he whispered. “I think they always have been. They just needed to hear it from us. No more hiding.”
She smiled, hand resting on her stomach. “It’s really happening, huh?”
Tom kissed the top of her head. “Yeah. And I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
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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...
