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After the fashion show, the guys got even more busier with the tour (if that's possible) and to top all that, my twinnie and I started attenting interviews, too, because, after posing on the catwalk, the reporters started taking interest in OUR private lives, but whatever. At first it was kinda fun, but the questions like 'do you have boyfriends back at home?' or… other more embarrassing questions that I'm not gonna mention, slowly but steadly started to ruin my fun.
Anyway… I still can't believe that a month passed just like that and now it's almost the end of the summer. The only thing that might show the time we spent away from home is our tan ('cos we got to go with the guys to the beach a couple of times) and the bags of new stuff that I and Anne bought when we passed through different cities (which were a lot btw, but our dear Billie bro didn't seem to mind – another reason to love him more than Tom).
Now drifting back to the present…

My twin and I were slightly freaking out in our shared hotel room because a few minutes ago Bill had stormed into our room with that monster grin plastered on his face and dropped DA BOMB (not literally): we had to go on stage with them (again) for the last concert of the tour, which was luckily in Berlin. And you know what's the absolute best part of it (besides possibly screwing up in front of your whole nation)? WE HAD ONLY 30 FUCKING MUNITES TO GET READY BECAUSE WE HAD TO GO TO AN INTERVIEW, TOO!!! (no pressure, right?).

While we were looking desperately for outfits, someone knocked at the door.
"Come in!" I practically screamed, feeling the start of a migraine throbbing between my temples.
"Hey…" Bill said shyly, but stil wearing that monster grin.
"What do you want now?" Anne asked, equally as exasperated as I was, and threw a shoe at him. "Do you want us to sing naked or what?"
Bill chuckled. "No, but I'll keep that in mind for another time."
"Keep dreaming," I said bitterly, not feeling up for his jokes in such a moment. "Can't you see we're BUSY?"
"Yeah, well, about that… I decided to put an end to your misery and I picked outifts for you and called my makeup artist and hairstylist to get you ready for the show."
We gaped at him for a second.
Anne narrowed her eyes at him. "You had this whole thing planned out, now didn't you?"
"Well, ja," he said on a matter-of-fact tone. "I just have to have a great show and since you're part of it, too… " he shrugged.
I sighed in relief. "Yeah, great, bring them in already," I said eagerly. "You know I suck at handling such stress."
Our brother nodded and motioned for his mini staff to come in with our clothes and other stuff they had brought with them .
"And Bill?" I called my brother.
"Yes, Val?"
"I wanna tell you something before you leave…"
"Then tell me."
"I still hate you for making me panick," I told him with a frown.
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes playfully and walked out.

Even if Bill always makes us do… pretty damn strange stuff, we always look awesome while doing it. This time we looked SO much more different then the last time we walked on stage with the band.
After precisely 30 minutes we had our makeup and clothes on and I have to say we looked amazing. We both wore some sort weird cyber dresses and black, knee-high boots and we had some sort of weird bracelets on (those sort of things from which you expect to see some laser gun popping out of nowhere and shoot everyone). I had my hair spiked up a little and some silver highlights through it, while Anne had red highlights through her ash blonde hair and she sad some sort of complicated pin up do and, to top all of that, they gave us to wear red contact lenses to look more 'humanoid'.
When Bill walked back in, me and Anne were just gawking at each other.
"Damn, twin. You look freaking amazing," I whispered.
"You do, too," Anne grinned open-heartedly at me before we started jumping up and down like lunatics.
Bill cleared his throat soundly from the door. "I think it's time to go." He tried to sound serious, but I could tell he was as happy as we were.
"Okay!!!" we both agreed with huge smiles and followed our brother out.

While we were walking, all the guys passing by seemed to stop and actually stare. After I saw that their… errrrr… interested looks appeared to stop on our thighs I started getting the idea that the dresses we were wearing weren't exactly the… longest. I felt myself blushing like an idiot after I realized that and started feeling like pulling on my dress, but my pride wouldn't let me do that (and maybe the fact that if I pulled too much I might have exposed my… chest, too. Damn Bill and his stupid designs!). Anyhow, if they were staring like stupid fish out of water, that meant we looked good, right? (and that probably they were kinda pervy -_-').

"Val, get in already," Bill said while tapping his foot.
I blinked twice to get rid of my internal rant and got in the black SUV, where the rest of the guys were already waiting for us.
After we settled comfortably in the car, I looked to my left and I had a hard time biting back a shriek when I saw our dearest Tomi staring at us with his mouth hanging wide open. His face reminded me of a cartoon. I was actually expecting his eyes to pop out of their sockets and roll to his feet.
Anne elbowed me lightly and I turned to face her. She was trying hard not to laugh, but ,even so, I was 100% sure to say that the fact that we took our oldest brother by surprise made her day.
I offered Tom a big grin. "Were you going to say something, bro?"
"Or do you see something you like?" Anne leant forward a little and wiggled her brows at him before bursting into fits of laughter. Well, I have to admit that it was pretty damn funny.
I snapped my fingers a few times in front of his eyes. It seemed that the lights were on, but nobody was home.
I leant to his side and gently whispered in his ear "Tomi…". He seemed to respond to that so I did only the most rational thing that ran through my mind at that certain moment. "Snap out of it," I screamed, fact that made him jump and hit his head against the window.
The only thing that I'll say about the wave of words that followed is that if he was still in school, that would've earned him a whole-year detention (if possible). After he calmed down he finally said: "Why the fuck did you do that?"
I shrugged. "You were acting weird, so I did what any other rational being would've done."
He quirked an eyebrow. "You call making me almost go deaf rational?"
"It worked, now didn't it?"
Tom rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
I cleared my throat. "So… were you really about to say something?"
My brother muttered something that I couldn't understand under his breath.
I leant closer to him. "Eh? What did you say Tommy boy?"
"I said you both look good and don't make me repeat it again or I'll…"
Wow. I had to admit that, coming from Tom, that was a major compliment, but I decided to ignore that and question about his other half-statement. "Or you'll what? Don't tell me you'd hit a girl." I gave him my best puppy look (which was pretty impressive I have to say).
Sadly, it didn't have any effect on Tomass and his lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Oh, don't worry, I won't do that. But, tell me, where's the girl? I don't think Bill counts."
I had a badass reply rolling on tip of my tongue, when Bill cut me off.
"Will you cut it out, you two?" he whined from the front seat. "If you keep it up like that, we'll not be able to finish with everything before the concert."
"Talking 'bout the concert… where are Georg and Gustav?" Anne asked. "I don't see them around here."
"They didn't have the 'good' luck of being called to attend to some interview with their stupid siblings and they'll leave the hotel a little later," Bill replied bitterly.
The three of us – Anne, Tom and I– let out a big, offended "HEY!!". Tom's face looked like a citron.
I leant to Anne's side and whispered in her ear "Bill should make it up to Tomi for this or he'll be sleeping on the carpet tonight."
My twin just giggled and looked outside the window, probably imagining that exact picture in her mind.

We got to the concert hall 10 minutes later (which was pretty fast, considering that it was located far from the hotel) and, in the end, the reporters were the ones who were late, Bill already pacing up and down  when they showed up five minutes later.

The reporter lady, who was called Caroline, sat next to the photographer that accompanied her in front of us, on a cream-colored loveseat, after she exchanged a few greetings with us. We all four smiled politely and sat down on the couch, with Anne and Bill between me and Tom.
"So…" the reporter started, "how was the tour?"
Our Billie bro, nice as he is, answered to the first question. "It was exausthing, but, like everything, it had good parts and bad parts," he said with a small smile.
"Girls, could you tell me some of the good parts?"
Anne giggled. "Well, we finally got to see our brothers perform live and we were able to visit new places and try new things."
"And I got the chance to mess with Tom's guitars without him noticing," I added.
"You did what?" Tom jumped.
Bill shot him a 'behave' look and Tom sent a death glare my way.
Caroline chuckled lightly and decided to go on. "Which were the bad parts?"
"That they came along," Tom pointed accusingly at me and my twin.
"Could you tell exactly why? Don't you enjoy the presence of your little sisters?" the lady asked with a smile.
"Well, that's thing," Bill said playfully. "Have you ever seen normal siblings getting along? Our Val here pulled a lot of pranks on us, especially on Tom and I'm pretty sure Anne helped, too."
"Oh, really now?" Caroline laughed. "Tell me, girls, what did you do?"
"Silly things," I said. "Like…"
"…painting Tom's nails, messing with makeup and toothpaste on his face…" Anne continued.
"…tuning out his guitars," I finished.
"Normal things," Anne said with a wide grin.
I didn't have to look at Tomi dearest to know that his eyes were throwing daggers at me.
"How are you girls getting along with the other band memebers, Georg and Gustav? Did you play pranks on them, too?"
"The guys are great and we get along with them as if they were our real brothers," my sister said sweetly.
"And we never play pranks on them because…" Before I got the chance to continue, stupid Tomi cut in.
"You never play pranks on Georg especially because little Vallie has a crush on Geo," he said on a sing-song voice.
My eye twitched. Oh no, he didn't.
Everyone went silent for a moment as Tom's stupid grin spread on his face. Right then I remebered the silver (and pretty heavy) ring I had on my finger and took it of and threw it as hard as I could at my brother. Headshot. I really do hope it hurt. I mean, who the hell is he to tell the whole world I'm crushing on Georg and not have the good common sense of mentioning Anne, too? That old bastard...

The rest of the time was mostly a growling match between me and Tom. Only at the end of the interview, Caroline dared to ask a couple of other questions.
"If I remember right, last time you were on stage, you weren't just the two of you. Who were the other two girls?" she politely asked.
"They were our friends, McKayla and Zella. They were visiting us at that time," Anne replied.
"Okay, one last question. How are you going to perform tonight?"
I and Anne looked at each other. We hadn't thought about that  yet.
Bill wrapped his arm around my twin. "Anne here will sing with me and Tom and Val," he made a small gesture toward each of us," will both play guitar."
"No, we won't!" Tom and I glared at each other. "I hate you!" we shouted at each other. "Stop copying me!" we shouted again, in perfectly annoying sync before looking away, muttering curses under our breaths.
Caroline laughed forcefully. "The ones that say you don't resemble each other haven't seen you fight."
Tom and I sneered at each other one more time before the small photo shoot.
After we said our goodbyes and Caroline and Stephan, the photographer, left the room Tom ruffled my hair and ran out the other door.
"I'll get to the guitar rack before you do, loser!" he shouted at me over his shoulder.
That bastard…
I shot Anne an apologetic look before running after Tom.
"Tom, you dirty cheater!!"

Description
After the fashion show, the guys got even more busier with the tour (if that's possible) and to top all that, my twinnie and I started attenting interviews, too, because, after posing on the catwalk, the reporters started taking interest in OUR private lives, but whatever. At first it was kinda fun, but the questions like 'do you have boyfriends back at home?' or… other more embarrassing questions that I'm not gonna mention, slowly but steadly started to ruin my fun.
Anyway… I still can't believe that a month passed just like that and now it's almost the end of the summer. The only thing that might show the time we spent away from home is our tan ('cos we got to go with the guys to the beach a couple of times) and the bags of new stuff that I and Anne bought when we passed through different cities (which were a lot btw, but our dear Billie bro didn't seem to mind – another reason to love him more than Tom).
Now drifting back to the present…

My twin and I were slightly freaking out in our shared hotel room because a few minutes ago Bill had stormed into our room with that monster grin plastered on his face and dropped DA BOMB (not literally): we had to go on stage with them (again) for the last concert of the tour, which was luckily in Berlin. And you know what's the absolute best part of it (besides possibly screwing up in front of your whole nation)? WE HAD ONLY 30 FUCKING MUNITES TO GET READY BECAUSE WE HAD TO GO TO AN INTERVIEW, TOO!!! (no pressure, right?).

While we were looking desperately for outfits, someone knocked at the door.
"Come in!" I practically screamed, feeling the start of a migraine throbbing between my temples.
"Hey…" Bill said shyly, but stil wearing that monster grin.
"What do you want now?" Anne asked, equally as exasperated as I was, and threw a shoe at him. "Do you want us to sing naked or what?"
Bill chuckled. "No, but I'll keep that in mind for another time."
"Keep dreaming," I said bitterly, not feeling up for his jokes in such a moment. "Can't you see we're BUSY?"
"Yeah, well, about that… I decided to put an end to your misery and I picked outifts for you and called my makeup artist and hairstylist to get you ready for the show."
We gaped at him for a second.
Anne narrowed her eyes at him. "You had this whole thing planned out, now didn't you?"
"Well, ja," he said on a matter-of-fact tone. "I just have to have a great show and since you're part of it, too… " he shrugged.
I sighed in relief. "Yeah, great, bring them in already," I said eagerly. "You know I suck at handling such stress."
Our brother nodded and motioned for his mini staff to come in with our clothes and other stuff they had brought with them .
"And Bill?" I called my brother.
"Yes, Val?"
"I wanna tell you something before you leave…"
"Then tell me."
"I still hate you for making me panick," I told him with a frown.
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes playfully and walked out.

Even if Bill always makes us do… pretty damn strange stuff, we always look awesome while doing it. This time we looked SO much more different then the last time we walked on stage with the band.
After precisely 30 minutes we had our makeup and clothes on and I have to say we looked amazing. We both wore some sort weird cyber dresses and black, knee-high boots and we had some sort of weird bracelets on (those sort of things from which you expect to see some laser gun popping out of nowhere and shoot everyone). I had my hair spiked up a little and some silver highlights through it, while Anne had red highlights through her ash blonde hair and she sad some sort of complicated pin up do and, to top all of that, they gave us to wear red contact lenses to look more 'humanoid'.
When Bill walked back in, me and Anne were just gawking at each other.
"Damn, twin. You look freaking amazing," I whispered.
"You do, too," Anne grinned open-heartedly at me before we started jumping up and down like lunatics.
Bill cleared his throat soundly from the door. "I think it's time to go." He tried to sound serious, but I could tell he was as happy as we were.
"Okay!!!" we both agreed with huge smiles and followed our brother out.

While we were walking, all the guys passing by seemed to stop and actually stare. After I saw that their… errrrr… interested looks appeared to stop on our thighs I started getting the idea that the dresses we were wearing weren't exactly the… longest. I felt myself blushing like an idiot after I realized that and started feeling like pulling on my dress, but my pride wouldn't let me do that (and maybe the fact that if I pulled too much I might have exposed my… chest, too. Damn Bill and his stupid designs!). Anyhow, if they were staring like stupid fish out of water, that meant we looked good, right? (and that probably they were kinda pervy -_-').

"Val, get in already," Bill said while tapping his foot.
I blinked twice to get rid of my internal rant and got in the black SUV, where the rest of the guys were already waiting for us.
After we settled comfortably in the car, I looked to my left and I had a hard time biting back a shriek when I saw our dearest Tomi staring at us with his mouth hanging wide open. His face reminded me of a cartoon. I was actually expecting his eyes to pop out of their sockets and roll to his feet.
Anne elbowed me lightly and I turned to face her. She was trying hard not to laugh, but ,even so, I was 100% sure to say that the fact that we took our oldest brother by surprise made her day.
I offered Tom a big grin. "Were you going to say something, bro?"
"Or do you see something you like?" Anne leant forward a little and wiggled her brows at him before bursting into fits of laughter. Well, I have to admit that it was pretty damn funny.
I snapped my fingers a few times in front of his eyes. It seemed that the lights were on, but nobody was home.
I leant to his side and gently whispered in his ear "Tomi…". He seemed to respond to that so I did only the most rational thing that ran through my mind at that certain moment. "Snap out of it," I screamed, fact that made him jump and hit his head against the window.
The only thing that I'll say about the wave of words that followed is that if he was still in school, that would've earned him a whole-year detention (if possible). After he calmed down he finally said: "Why the fuck did you do that?"
I shrugged. "You were acting weird, so I did what any other rational being would've done."
He quirked an eyebrow. "You call making me almost go deaf rational?"
"It worked, now didn't it?"
Tom rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
I cleared my throat. "So… were you really about to say something?"
My brother muttered something that I couldn't understand under his breath.
I leant closer to him. "Eh? What did you say Tommy boy?"
"I said you both look good and don't make me repeat it again or I'll…"
Wow. I had to admit that, coming from Tom, that was a major compliment, but I decided to ignore that and question about his other half-statement. "Or you'll what? Don't tell me you'd hit a girl." I gave him my best puppy look (which was pretty impressive I have to say).
Sadly, it didn't have any effect on Tomass and his lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Oh, don't worry, I won't do that. But, tell me, where's the girl? I don't think Bill counts."
I had a badass reply rolling on tip of my tongue, when Bill cut me off.
"Will you cut it out, you two?" he whined from the front seat. "If you keep it up like that, we'll not be able to finish with everything before the concert."
"Talking 'bout the concert… where are Georg and Gustav?" Anne asked. "I don't see them around here."
"They didn't have the 'good' luck of being called to attend to some interview with their stupid siblings and they'll leave the hotel a little later," Bill replied bitterly.
The three of us – Anne, Tom and I– let out a big, offended "HEY!!". Tom's face looked like a citron.
I leant to Anne's side and whispered in her ear "Bill should make it up to Tomi for this or he'll be sleeping on the carpet tonight."
My twin just giggled and looked outside the window, probably imagining that exact picture in her mind.

We got to the concert hall 10 minutes later (which was pretty fast, considering that it was located far from the hotel) and, in the end, the reporters were the ones who were late, Bill already pacing up and down  when they showed up five minutes later.

The reporter lady, who was called Caroline, sat next to the photographer that accompanied her in front of us, on a cream-colored loveseat, after she exchanged a few greetings with us. We all four smiled politely and sat down on the couch, with Anne and Bill between me and Tom.
"So…" the reporter started, "how was the tour?"
Our Billie bro, nice as he is, answered to the first question. "It was exausthing, but, like everything, it had good parts and bad parts," he said with a small smile.
"Girls, could you tell me some of the good parts?"
Anne giggled. "Well, we finally got to see our brothers perform live and we were able to visit new places and try new things."
"And I got the chance to mess with Tom's guitars without him noticing," I added.
"You did what?" Tom jumped.
Bill shot him a 'behave' look and Tom sent a death glare my way.
Caroline chuckled lightly and decided to go on. "Which were the bad parts?"
"That they came along," Tom pointed accusingly at me and my twin.
"Could you tell exactly why? Don't you enjoy the presence of your little sisters?" the lady asked with a smile.
"Well, that's thing," Bill said playfully. "Have you ever seen normal siblings getting along? Our Val here pulled a lot of pranks on us, especially on Tom and I'm pretty sure Anne helped, too."
"Oh, really now?" Caroline laughed. "Tell me, girls, what did you do?"
"Silly things," I said. "Like…"
"…painting Tom's nails, messing with makeup and toothpaste on his face…" Anne continued.
"…tuning out his guitars," I finished.
"Normal things," Anne said with a wide grin.
I didn't have to look at Tomi dearest to know that his eyes were throwing daggers at me.
"How are you girls getting along with the other band memebers, Georg and Gustav? Did you play pranks on them, too?"
"The guys are great and we get along with them as if they were our real brothers," my sister said sweetly.
"And we never play pranks on them because…" Before I got the chance to continue, stupid Tomi cut in.
"You never play pranks on Georg especially because little Vallie has a crush on Geo," he said on a sing-song voice.
My eye twitched. Oh no, he didn't.
Everyone went silent for a moment as Tom's stupid grin spread on his face. Right then I remebered the silver (and pretty heavy) ring I had on my finger and took it of and threw it as hard as I could at my brother. Headshot. I really do hope it hurt. I mean, who the hell is he to tell the whole world I'm crushing on Georg and not have the good common sense of mentioning Anne, too? That old bastard...

The rest of the time was mostly a growling match between me and Tom. Only at the end of the interview, Caroline dared to ask a couple of other questions.
"If I remember right, last time you were on stage, you weren't just the two of you. Who were the other two girls?" she politely asked.
"They were our friends, McKayla and Zella. They were visiting us at that time," Anne replied.
"Okay, one last question. How are you going to perform tonight?"
I and Anne looked at each other. We hadn't thought about that  yet.
Bill wrapped his arm around my twin. "Anne here will sing with me and Tom and Val," he made a small gesture toward each of us," will both play guitar."
"No, we won't!" Tom and I glared at each other. "I hate you!" we shouted at each other. "Stop copying me!" we shouted again, in perfectly annoying sync before looking away, muttering curses under our breaths.
Caroline laughed forcefully. "The ones that say you don't resemble each other haven't seen you fight."
Tom and I sneered at each other one more time before the small photo shoot.
After we said our goodbyes and Caroline and Stephan, the photographer, left the room Tom ruffled my hair and ran out the other door.
"I'll get to the guitar rack before you do, loser!" he shouted at me over his shoulder.
That bastard…
I shot Anne an apologetic look before running after Tom.
"Tom, you dirty cheater!!"