Mid-February 2006 – Berlin, Germany
It was quiet in the penthouse. Snow melted from the city rooftops, and the streets below buzzed with their usual rhythm. But upstairs, in their bubble, everything was calm.
Isadora sat on the living room couch in one of Tom’s oversized t-shirts, flipping through baby name books she’d gotten as gifts. The twins — two tiny lives — were already starting to show in the slight swell of her belly.
Tom had been out of the room for over an hour.
She could hear soft guitar strums and bits of mumbled lyrics from behind the closed studio door down the hall. She smiled to herself, already guessing what he was doing.
Later That Afternoon – In the Studio
“Babe?” Tom peeked into the living room, his dreads falling slightly into his face. “Can you come with me for a second?”
Isadora looked up, setting her book aside. “Is everything okay?”
He nodded, nervous energy flickering in his eyes. “Yeah. I just… I wrote something.”
The small in-home studio was dimly lit, cozy with posters on the walls and scattered equipment. Bill, Georg, and Gustav were already there, sitting silently. Bill gave her a soft smile and motioned to the seat they’d set up front for her — lit gently by a desk lamp.
“What’s going on?” Isadora asked, heart fluttering.
Tom adjusted his guitar strap, took a breath, and looked right at her.
“It’s called Zwei Sterne,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “For you. For them.”
Then he played.
The Song – “Zwei Sterne (Two Stars)”
His fingers moved over the strings with ease, like he wasn’t even thinking — just feeling. His voice was gentle and raw, no autotune, no crowd noise, just him.
> "Zwei Sterne, so klein, doch schon mein ganzes Leben,
In deinem Lächeln seh' ich unser Morgen.
Zwischen Herzschlag und Hoffnung, Hand in Hand,
Bauen wir ein Universum aus Klang."
("Two stars, so small, yet already my whole life,
In your smile, I see our tomorrow.
Between heartbeat and hope, hand in hand,
We build a universe out of sound.")
By the second verse, Isadora had her hand over her mouth, her eyes glistening. Bill watched her from the side, clearly emotional himself.
The bridge was soft and slow, his voice almost trembling:
> "Wenn die Welt zu laut wird, bleib ich bei dir,
Du und ich, wir schützen sie hier."
("When the world gets too loud, I’ll stay with you,
You and I will protect them here.")
After the Last Chord
Tom set his guitar down gently and looked at her. “I know we’re still figuring everything out… but this is what I know. You, me, and them — it’s real. It’s everything.”
Isadora stood up slowly, walked over, and hugged him so tightly it made his breath hitch.
“You wrote them a song…” she whispered into his shoulder, her voice breaking.
“I wrote you a song,” he corrected, pulling back to kiss her forehead. “I love you, Isadora. I’ll never stop loving you.”
Later That Night
The band left quietly, giving them space. Isadora and Tom laid on the couch, tangled together under a blanket, his hand resting over her belly like always.
They didn’t talk much. They didn’t need to.
The song still played softly in her head, looping like a lullaby — a promise, a dream, a love letter set to chords.
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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...
