Reconnected (Tokio Hotel FanFic)

Ch 13- Leb die Sekunde (Live Every Second)

The chorus ran fluid in my voice covering heavily with emotion over the instrumental accompaniment. A small interlude, I added, gave me time to reconstruct myself as I felt the depression from this period wash over me once more.

"Like the wind my thoughts keep changing

And the lightening keeps spraying sparks from the past

I wanta tune it out

To restart today

And wash all mistakes I've made

With this thunderstorm,"

I refused to look up as I felt my eyes build up with unshed tears. Allowing my eyes to fall over the glistening salt water, I knew I was stronger. But as I kept singing, I felt those walls I built and enforce for so long fall.

"Maybe someday fate will play a game

Leading us back to the flame

Igniting in the rain

Together we remain

Embracing the storm 

Guiding us through without chains,"

One more verse, I thought, you can make it through.

"Though I might be dreaming

Tears are silently streaming

I wish everything could fade away

Where you could meet me halfway

In the pouring rain,"

I felt as if a cover had been lifted from my past. I was exposed to the universe. As a clap of thunder rumbled in my head as I recalled the night these words had flown onto paper. Withholding the world as my heart drowned itself in remorse. Days on end I stayed cooped in my room being unresponsive to anything and anyone, just listening to the cries of my broken heart. Wanting, wishing, waiting for him to take me back.

"Maybe someday fate will play a game

Leading us back to the flame

Igniting in the rain

Together we remain

Embracing the storm 

Guiding us through without chains

In a thunderstorm we came

In a thunderstorm we remain

In a thunder- thunderstorm,"

My voice croaked on my last note as my finger hit the wrong chord. I gulped, hoping the musicals watching didn't notice my mistake.

With my eyes reopened, a felt a plump tear roll down my cheek, which I quickly swiped away. Burning sensations of wanting to cry occupied the face. But with the applause that sounded, I turned my face toward the group.

"Breathtaking beautiful," Bill said with a smile pricking his thin lips. In his eyes, I could see the happiness of a trance I pulled him into. "Your voice is just so pure. I could just imagine you being onstage hypnotizing a crowd with your words."

"There's no way in this world, I am ever going to perform on a stage."

"You say that now," Tom laughed, "You do realize you are sitting with four people who never imagined their dream would come true."

"But it's not my dream," I insisted, "Music is only my therapy. I don't want to preform onstage and be a star." Now, my tears dried in my eyes and instead of a frown lining my face in grief, a smile pulled at the edges of my lips.

"That's what I thought," Georg supplied, "until I met Bill and Tom."

"Ok, well, you want to play us something?" I asked sarcastically as we began talking about dreams.

"Tom, you should play us something," requested Adileigh, "Sephora, give Tom your guitar."

With an exchanged glance between Tom and I, I spoke, "This is my guitar, not yours. You can't tell me who to give it to." Realization dawned on me as I noticed Adileigh sitting between the twins. I thought they were inseparable. Anywhere you look it was always Bill, Tom and then the other two. Nothing, even if they fought, came between the two brothers, ever. Every picture taken or anywhere when the band was seen Bill and Tom were side by side.

"But I want Tom to play for us," she persisted again.

"Maybe another time," he replied.

"There's a reason why he has so many guitars," added Gustav.

"Anyway, I don't like playing on other peoples instruments," retuned Tom.

"I was just kidding," I uttered under my breath.

"No you weren't," Bill replied.

The whole room exploded in laughter. A smile held everyone’s face. And the world was spinning in a good direction.

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Hey!! As promised, I've uploaded. Did you enjoy it?? I did :D Writing this chapter was effortless, well, except choosing the song I wanted Sephora to sing. It was a hard decision. I've written so many songs lately, I narrowed it down to 2, before I chose the sadder song. I felt as if it was easier to describe. NOTE: These are MY OWN song lyrics. They ARE COPYWRITED along with the rest of the story. DO NOT COPY!! ('cause if you do I will hunt you down) 

Well there are no translations in this chapter, which means I am going to bed now.  

Update by Sunday, I almost promise that. Again it depends on, one if my iPod is charged, and two if I have the energy to stay up 'till one or two in the morning to write.  

G'nite peoples. Until next time 

-Midnightriter