behind his kit, grinning as he caught your eye from the crowd, giving a small nod

swaying at the edge of the stage, fingers dancing over his bass strings, his gaze sweeping over the front row before landing on you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips

his eyes found you in the crowd, and for a split second, the show stopped existing. His fingers stumbled—just barely—and he recovered with a sharp grin, teeth glinting under the lights

stepping up to the mic, voice dripping with theatrical mischief And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my brother—completely incapable of keeping his eyes off the front row.

shoving Bill lightly, face half-red under the stage lights Shut up.

laughing, turning to the crowd, microphone still hot You all see that, right? The great Tom Kaulitz, speechless.