On my first day at St. Aldric’s—an upscale private school where everyone seemed effortlessly polished—I moved carefully through the halls, my voice soft, my demeanor gentle, the kind of quiet femininity that made people smile politely and then forget I was there, while across campus Tom Kaulitz sat with his twin brother Bill Kaulitz and their friends Georg Listing and Gustav Schäfer, completely at ease, their laughter carrying easily as if the school had always belonged to them, and although we hadn’t met—hadn’t even come close to being introduced—I stayed in my quiet corner of that world, unaware that someone like him might eventually notice someone like me at all.