Jessica, an 18-year-old model from Stuttgart, gets the opportunity of a lifetime-an offer to model lingerie for Playboy magazine on sunny Mallorca. Full of anticipation, she heads to a luxury seaside hotel, where she enjoys moments of relaxation on...
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It was one completely ordinary afternoon in Stuttgart in 2008.
I remember sitting in my room, the window open, with a soft summer breeze flowing inside. My phone was vibrating on the table, and I had no idea that this moment would change my next few weeks completely.
It was a message from the agency.
"Jessica, your photoshoot in Mallorca is confirmed. Departure is tomorrow morning. Everything is arranged – tickets, hotel, and schedule."
For a second, I just sat there staring at the screen. And then it hit me.
Mallorca.
Sun, sea, a luxury hotel... and a photoshoot for the Playboy agency.
I felt my heart start to race. I was 18, and this was exactly the life I had quietly dreamed of when I was starting out. I quickly stood up and started running around my room, laughing to myself as if I couldn't believe it.
I started packing my suitcase.
Clothes, swimwear, things for the shoot, cosmetics... I was putting everything in with this strange feeling that I was going somewhere where anything could happen. At the same time, I was nervous—but in a good way. That kind of feeling when you know something big is about to begin.
I barely slept that night.
In the morning, I just sat quietly at the airport with a coffee in my hand, watching the planes outside through the glass. A million thoughts were running through my head, but the strongest one was that in just a few hours, I would be in Mallorca.
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When I arrived, everything felt exactly the way I had imagined it. Warmth, light, the smell of the sea in the air.
The hotel was huge, luxurious—the kind of place where celebrities and well-known faces meet. Everything was clean, white, elegant. The reception looked like something out of a movie.
I got my room key and took the elevator up.
My room was beautiful.
A large window, a balcony with a view of the sea, and bright walls reflecting the sunlight. I immediately felt that I would be here for a while—the full four weeks.
I closed the door, threw my suitcase onto the bed, and for a moment just stood in the middle of the room. Then I took a long shower, washing away the journey, the exhaustion, and the stress. When I stepped out, I finally felt like I was "here."
I started unpacking slowly, one thing at a time. I placed each piece of clothing into the wardrobe as if I was creating my own small temporary home.
In the evening, I received an email from the agency.
Tomorrow's photoshoot.
"Be at the address listed below at 12:30. Punctuality is important."
I read it twice. It wasn't anything new, but I still felt that familiar pressure before the first day of work. In my head, I was already imagining how it would go—make-up, studio, lights, posing...
Then I sat on the balcony for a while.
The sea was quiet, the sun slowly setting, and I just sat there watching it. In moments like that, I felt like the world was huge, and I was just a small part of it that was slowly moving forward.
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The photoshoot took place the next day.
It was exactly as I expected—fast, professional, a bit hectic. Changing outfits, posing, the photographer's instructions, lights that sometimes burned into my eyes. But I enjoyed it. I liked that feeling when everything focuses on a single moment, a single shot.
When we finished, they told me I had two days off.
That was exactly what I needed.
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The following days, I mostly spent alone with myself.
In the morning, I had slow breakfasts on the hotel terrace, then I took a towel and went to the beach.
The sea was beautiful—calm, blue, sometimes so clear that I felt like I could disappear in it. I sat in the sand, closed my eyes, and just listened to the waves.
I had been a fan of Tokio Hotel since I was 15.
Now I was 18, it was 2008, and their music was still a part of my life. I listened to them all the time—in the hotel, in my headphones on the beach, even at night before going to sleep.
It was my little escape.
I sat on the beach, looking at the sea, with their music playing in my ears. In those moments, I always imagined what it would be like to meet them one day, but at the same time, I saw it as something very distant.
Just a thought.
And me, an ordinary girl from Germany, who came to Mallorca to work and to breathe for a while away from reality.
I had no idea that these days were just the beginning of something that was only about to slowly change.
