Automatic.

Tears streaming down my eyes as my hands were on the wheels. The road was slippery but my car was at a very fast speed and I nearly skidded into a tree. I stopped the car immediately, trying my best to control my anger and sanity. I almost had the idea of killing myself in an accident, it could be as tragic as my love story. "Such a stupid act, I am better than this!" I tried to be strong but my heart just couldn't take it anymore. All the hurt, betrayal and broken promises, they ate me alive, it was far too dreadful for my heart to bear. Letting go of someone you love was the hardest decision ever but what if it was for the best? Love was always cruel to me. That was it, my last goodbye to a love once existed left me feeling broken ..maybe forever?

 

Bill: "Don´t be reckless with other people´s hearts. Don´t put up with people who are reckless with yours." - mary schmich june 1, 1997 #BTKapp

I woke up to the sound of myself singing, a high-pitched chorus of our first Humanoid's single alongside with a thumping thunder in the sky. Guess that, my evening nap was interrupted. Somehow, I felt a sharp pain in my heart of recalling the past. The dream was surreal, it came back reeling into my life without an invitation and that song I wrote just had to play as my soul was awaken to reality, how I hated this bizarre coincidence! I pulled the earphones away from my ears, wanting to stop the past from haunting my mind. But it was rather too late since my mind was already consumed by excruciating thoughts that I couldn't bear to handle, alas making me have a hatred feeling towards the four letter word, L-O-V-E.

"It's been 4 years." I heard Tom said out aloud.

My eyes were still shut tight but my mind was processing and it took about a few seconds for me to figure out the mystery between his lines. "Oh right. 4 years of Automatic." My fans may say it's an achievement but to me it was just a disappointment. Why did I even write it out as a song when the fact that it will only remind me of the pain shot by the one who broke my heart into pieces? Years have passed and yet, I'm still coping to live with a fragile heart. Some may say, I'm all fixed but why do I still feel broken? A single tear wet my cheek as I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened the eyelids, I wasn't sure whether I was crying or my eyes were just watery after that short nap.

"Oh Bill, were you sleeping?"
"Yeah, thanks for the alarm."
"You must have heard me, come on. Get your ass up, we're gonna celebrate, tonight!"

His face was radiant in excitement, even my own brother would want to celebrate our 4 years old Automatic. Again I'm not surprised, the single was indeed a hit. Who would ever thought it was meant to bring an old pain back for a stab? Oh wait, only me. No one in the band would actually felt the pain, they only gave the song, a life. The one who suffers all has got to me because it was originally written from my heart, reflecting the shattered pieces of me with a love I once had. Or perhaps, they have found the real meaning of love while I am still crawling to heal.

"Wake up, already! Go and get dress!"
 "Hey, okay okay!"

I finally got up and positioned myself to a sitting manner in my laziest gesture as Tom left our living room to join Ria in the kitchen who just came down from upstairs. He greeted Ria with a kiss and the way he looked her in the eyes with the feeling of love just burns a hole through my heart. I was feeling envious, not over Ria but Tom. That happy look on Tom's face I saw everyday, soothes my bruised heart little by little. If my twin could be happy when it comes to love, perhaps I could be happy too one day. Then again, my mind made me wonder, why can't I have happiness in love? Each time I've encounter one, pain was always being served, good enough to wreck my tainted heart even more. To my dismay, my soul was heavenly broken and I can't fix it.

"Bill, are you okay?"

Minutes gone by and Tom was sitting next to me, noticing him was a failure as I was lost in my deep thoughts for quite some time. I wanted to scream to his face, "don't you get it? I'm always in pain." But obviously, I didn't have the guts to even whisper the word out, it would only worries him. Instead I just carved a smile to let him know I was fine.

"Yeah, all good."

Little did everyone know, I smile to hide my pain and it slowly became automatic.

Oh, Bill!

“I came in like a wrecking ball, I never hit so hard in love …”

The perfect song to play on the radio, as I switched the channel after getting bored of radio VJs rattling on about what other celebs think of Miley Cyrus’ performance on the VMAs. Honestly, give it a rest. To be growing up in a spotlight is not easy, there’s not even a space to breathe. It’s like your stuck in a box, with eyes watching you with such scrutiny.

But why am I even talking about her, when my feelings ventured into the deepest part of my soul, where I locked that past of uncertainty and misfortune with chains and padlocks that even Houdini will find it difficult to unravel. This song; each word, each verse, has found its way to unlock that past of mine.

“Baby.”

“Yeah.”

A pair of concerning eyes pierced through me. I’ve never felt so confused in my life. To be engaged, yet how is that even blissful when your heart is on a certain verge of free falling. In love, yet with cracks in between.

A few nights ago, in the elevator that was when we first encountered after a few years and there was not a soul in with us.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

And that was it. It was enough to have my mind reliving the scene all over again whenever I’m travelling into my own thoughts. Which happens, quite so often lately. Oh no, I’m doing it again.

“Your spacing out again. Tell me, what’s wrong.”

Bill, what can I say about him? He is perfect. Apparently, all the X and Y mixed together perfectly to have this boy. He is tall, fair, and a man who knows how to dress. He has that face that you can stare all day till nightfall without getting bored. And he’s smile, yes. My, smile. A smile that can turn my world upside down. Too heavenly, a smile that could belong to an archangel. And, he’s German. Millions of girls are still mourning over his recently engaged titled. Imagine, tying the knot to a Rock Star. That doesn’t happen everyday for girls like me, seriously.

But, yes. There is a But. But, Bill is not Him.

BK Dirty Bass Series II: Turn up the Love

She glided her body sexily on me as the music were dancing to our ears. I've been dancing with her all night long and I had to admit, dancing is actually fun. Or should I say, she made it fun. I was indeed a robot on the dance floor, as my brother would always tease me judging by the fact of how my killer body would shake in a very slow motion to a very lively music. What a shame! Hence, I prefer to hang out at the booth more than actually shaking my ass under the colourful spotlights. It was from there, my eyes caught her on a particular night. She wasn't that wild with her moves but she was sexy enough to have grabbed my attention, swaying her body in a beautiful wave, like an alluring art painted on a plain white canvas and guilty as charged, I'm an absolute art lover. It surprised me that, how could others not fascinated over her? Always dancing alone every weekend, getting her body lost into the rhythm of music played in this favourite club of mine. She's like a great piece of art that nobody would even dare to touch or maybe more like Vincent van Gogh's The Starry Night, such exquisite masterpiece that none would be allowed to touch. Perhaps all of them were drunken heavily to have not noticed her. Although, I can tell that some men would rather choose a sluttier version of her to have fun and dance with. Her clothes was always sexy but in a decent way, compared to all the other girls who showed off a lot of their skin as much as possible. She didn't need to do much effort because whatever she's wearing, she will look just that sexy, especially to my eyes.

"Is it me or am I the only one who thinks she's like an angel at first class?" She seemed to be too precious, making me feel coward to get on my feet to approach her. It really got me, one night though as I couldn't see her anywhere in this club. I waited every weekend but misery was all I feel of not seeing her face again. I regretted on being such a coward and to have missed my chance to actually know a beautiful stranger. I've lost her. Hence, a party in honouring my stupidity was thrown. And how lucky was I to deserve a second chance when I saw her trapped in the middle of the packed dance floor. Did she come to laugh at me for being the stupid one here? I don't think so. All I could say, it's fate. I grinned big, looking like a clown but then my face turned horrifyingly panic as I saw her heading to the main door for an exit, I knew I just had to stop her and make her stay.

I avoided myself from talking while we were dancing intimately with each other. Was it even possible for a chatterbox like me to be all tongue-tied? I guess, I was still in quite of a shock to be slapped by the power of fate. Truthfully, a golden opportunity to feel and touch this masterpiece of art was good enough for me to turn off all the countless miseries in life that I have suffered all this while for just this one night. The current music pumped its last beat and I took her by the hand, pulled her away from the dance floor to my V.I.P booth. My friends were in a group discussion, sipping, getting drunk with the booze they ordered for the night and my twin brother, Tom was seen to being making out with his girlfriend at the corner, it was kinda disturbing but somehow, it gave me the idea to do the same thing to her as I grabbed her close and started to nuzzle under her neck with my deadly smooches. My kissing pattern grew wildly from her collarbone to her lips. As much as I hate to make this club as the spot of where I've kissed her for the first time, her lips was just too delicious for me to resist. She kissed me back passionately, and I pushed her to the couch to fired up the scene. She pursed her lips, waiting patiently for my next move. But then I came to my senses, "I don't want this." We were sober enough to know what could it lead to after this. I pulled her shoulder, motion her to stand up and she seemed confused.

"I have a better idea. Will you follow me?" I whispered to her ear, hoping she won't turn down my offer. She remained quiet but a smile was carved on her red lips. She then just nodded and I smiled back as her agreement filled up my happiness. I took her hand once again, making our way through the crowd and brought her outside using the back door. I called my driver to pick us up right away. He drove us to the nearest posh hotel that I have requested. I kept her hand tight onto mine as we exchanged smiles and stares, coyly. She looked so beautiful even in the darkness of night and I bet she would glow radiantly when the sun came up. Up on the hills, there was this beautiful hotel of where I've always stayed in just to admire the sunrise and sunset. I had my hopes high that she was really into me as how I was into her. I felt the sudden urge to bring her there, taking it as the first step to show her my world and the real me. The journey took about a few minutes for me and her to wasted it away with an utter silence but with a pinch of flirtiness that got our cheeks blushed red as our ride finally arrived on driveway of the hotel.

Room 483 was always and forever will be my favourite. I swiped the card to unlock my suite while my hand was on her waist and my lips was doing its work of magic on her lips. As the door opened, I took her into my temporary lair and pushed her back on the wall, pressing my lips even harder and gave the door a kick to close it for good. Privacy is surely a privilege. Simply dropping the access card of my suite from my hand to the floor as they went under her top and all over her sexy back. I stopped myself again before my fingers were tingling to unhook her bra. I just stared at her, deeply in the eyes and lure her with another invitation. "Come." She giggled and I could tell she was loving this love game I was playing with her.

I led her into the bedroom and as I have expected, she was in awe to see the view of the starry night sky through the sliding glass doors. "Wow, this is beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you, angel." She just leaned her head on my shoulder and we just stood there momentarily to gaze at the beautiful dark sky. We could stay like this for the whole night but I decided to continue of where I had left on, gently lay her down on the king-sized bed. She pulled that mesmerizing smile of hers again in order to seduce me. I took off my studded jacket and threw it on the floor. She bit her lips as my loose tank top was taken off right after, with her own beautiful hands. I could feel her soft touch as she traced the tattoo on my chest. "I love your tattoo." She said. And before she could make me weak on the knees with that familiar smile again, I kissed her lips immediately and pulled her top out from her torso. I crawled on top of her and at the same time, moving us from the end of the bed to the head. She seemed so delicate with her kisses while I was hungry like an animal. "Am I too desperate of wanting to have a one night stand with her?" My mind pondered and then, I stopped again. "I really like you but I don't know your name and this isn't me, not my style. I'm sorry." I sighed after apologizing over my animal-like behavior and let myself fall next to her on the spacious bed. She gave a peck kiss on my cheek and I had the feeling she would stand up and leave me there as I rejected myself from making love to her, were her next moves. But to my surprise, she laid her head on my washboard abs and grabbed my hand to play with my skeleton-tattooed fingers. "So, what do you want to know about me?"

I had fun talking to her all night, as we were getting to know each other, also, laughing together at any chances we could get. It lasted for quite some time until both of us fell asleep. I could not wait to see her face next thing in the morning. The ray of sunlight was shining gladly and it woke me up, only to a disappointment. She was gone and I've lost her again. I knew she would run, I mean which girl would actually want a guy who is a hopeless romantic and believes that sex without love is just nothing. I let out a big sigh and headed to the balcony through the sliding doors. The sun was rising as I took a puff on my cigarette, galloping myself with pain and a feeling of emptiness. I felt as if my soul was taken away.

"Good Morning, Bill."
I suddenly heard her, it was her voice, did she just come back or was I hallucinating? I dared myself to turn around, least expecting to see her standing there but my expectation became a reality. There she was, looking twice gorgeous under the sunlight and her magenta hair was glowing heavenly. Her torso was still half naked, revealing a sexy black lace lingerie she had worn since last night. She didn't leave me after all, to my amusement she must have dropped by the suite's pantry to make some coffee as they were two mugs held by her hands. Such a lovely morning it was, to be greeted with a smile from an angel that fell from heaven.

"Oh Mein Gott, I think I'm in love."

'K' for Kaulitz? ;O

How 'SOON' is now? 

Yes Aliens, the waiting err....isn't really over yet. But these boys are just full of surprises! For what is worth, the Sex Gotte of the band has just recently revealed a lil tit bits behind the new album. Not much to fill our hunger and satisfaction but at least, it's a little something than nothing at all. The scoop; the first letter to the title of the new album (as for now), with the 'oh so famous' big K letter as a clue! What else started with a 'K', other than Kaulitz? ;p Well, I guess the fandom couldn't help but to make a joke out of it since the band is highly focussing on the twins since forever! Obviously when Tom said it was a word started with a 'K', 'Kaulitz' will immediately popped up into your mind, right? Right. But then again, I don't think the twins would be selfish enough to name their new album with that delish sexy sirname of theirs. Hello, the Gs' are still alive as well as a part of the band! So scratch that, there are tons of other words you could find in the dictionary which started with 'K'. To make it interesting though, we tried to play a guessing game before the real title is finally exposed. Here are a few possibilities of the new album title that we came up with;

1. Kryptonite; 

Kryptonite is a fictional element from the Superman mythos, originating in the Superman radio show series. Despite the similar name, it has no connection to the real chemical element krypton. 

Talking about Tokio Hotel would always take us to another dimension since they are truly fascinated with all these outer space, extraterrestrial life! Kryptonite might just fit them, perhaps? Who knows Bill could be your new superman? ;p 

2. Kaleidoscope; 

a toy consisting of a tube containing mirrors and pieces of colored glass or paper, whose reflections produce changing patterns that are visible through an eyehole when the tube is rotated.

The word itself sounds unique, and assuming they were taking their new album to a whole new level, creating a new piece of art differ from the previous ones, changes in patterns (behold the various sounds of the new Tokio Hotel), hence the word, Kaleidoscope hits right on the spot! 

3. (K)ontroversy; 

disagreement, typically when prolonged, public, and heated. 

 No doubt, our boys especially the twins would always caused a controversy with their beyond extraordinary perspectives of life (which somehow would make the society brand them negatively). Controversy with a 'K', would only mean their new music is taking into a new direction, more rebellious, going against everything they were being labelled as, and Bill would be gladly stated 'f*** off, people' (as a hidden meaning) within every song! 

4. Killer; 

a person, animal, or thing that kills. 

A killer album is what we need from them! and indeed it's a killer album for us! Oh hell yeah, they've been killing us good already with the waiting so why not put the title with anything related to the word 'Kill'! 

5. (K)omeback; 

a return by a well-known person, esp. an entertainer or sports player, to the activity in which they have formerly been successful. 

Literally it means a new album, cheers to a comeback! (because they're Germans, the letter 'C' would always turned into a 'K', so every word started with a 'C' is a possible option if you can replace it with a 'K')

p/s: these assumptions originally came from the dictionary of our creative side of the brain ;)

Oh, Tom!

“Hey, I’m going out for a sec.”

Just a post-it on the side table with those words scribbled in such a scurried handwriting. And just like that, I never saw him again. He disappeared, like a scared little boy. Love, is a word that boy could never understand. Love, is foreign to him. But Love, is everything to me.

Distraught and fueled with fire, ready to charge, ready to pull a trigger, I felt every inch of my body trembled with such fury. That was the first wave of emotions after being used like a recycle bin. The second wave hits with no mercy, streams of tears, and a heart that ached a sea of misery. Lastly, the third wave; I let it go.

Three years later, there he is with an Ariel in his arms beaming with such happiness and it hit me; the word hypocrite tainted on his forehead. He told me, he could never fall in love, he could never settle with one girl but that was just petty lies isn’t it, Tom? I was fooled, yes.

Reviving the part where I did say love is everything to me, well I meant was. Silly, little girl thinking that fairytale love do exist, but can they co-exist with cheaters, liars, and snaked bastards like him? I don’t think so.

To end up marrying a man who’s name is even more famous than your own president, who’s traveled the world to consume fandom, who’s band is the most celebrated band in Germany, that is just a nightmare that your heart disguised as a dream because it will never come true unless, you are stepping on the same stone as him; a rockstar. Unlike me, I was just a fan who struck gold one night.

Though, save the salty pool of tears. Revenge is a sweet, silent killer that doesn’t involve a dead body but a series of unfortunate events and an unwanted happy ending. If Tom’s a cold blooded horrendous soul who “doesn’t” believe in love. There’s always a hopeless romantic version of him. A real life version, except with a little more wit and a little more good looks.

How does it feel, Tom to know your little brother is engaged to a girl you once told her she was your love at first sight? One week, that was all it took for us both to fall in love. Only one special day, for me to break you.

There it was a card delivered right in front of his doorstep.

 “You are Cordially Invited to …& Bill Kaulitz Trümper wedding.”

 Scratch the fact that I struck gold, I think I struck platinum.

BK Dirty Bass Series I: If I Die Tomorrow

Laser neon lights shaded in blue, red, green were shooting across the dark room, the ground was shaking as the speaker gagged some raunchy loud music and the heat was totally unbearable! "How can they even breathe in here?" I was panting, inadequate of oxygen, trying to get myself out from the dance floor while the wild crowd seemed to be pushing me with their art of body gesture to the sexy beat from Pitbull. It was a typical Saturday night party of booze and sultry music, it is where all hell break loose, of where the sinners unfortunately getting drunk and high, throwing away with the idea of being a saint.

Truthfully, I hated this club! But If you were asking me why the hell did I sign up for it at the first place? The answer is because of him, the one who was always seen lounging around in the V.I.P section. This was his favourite club. Every weekend one of the V.I.P booths was being booked for his presence. All eyes on him as he entered the club, strutting in like a rockstar. Well, he is in fact one. And my sight never fails to be taken away by his inhumanly beautiful face. He loved it there, in his private booth, away from everyone, with having only a few people from his clique. And even if the music was pumping too loud, he finds it rather peaceful to just sit there and relax, sipping his whiskey & coke while puffing his cigarette on the other hand. I have never seen him coming out from the booth, making his way in style to the dance floor. Maybe dancing isn't his thing. Although sometimes, I did notice his body was getting into groove, following to the wave of the music. Oh how I wish to dance with him! I never really liked to dance, but somehow his dashing look and sexy body makes me feel all jittery from the inside. Kill me for being a sinner of lusting for him. All thanks to him, I just couldn't leave this place for good even though I hated the crazy club atmosphere they have it in here, always too crowded and too wild. Although, I've been longing to get his attention for far too long now. But what can I say, he's a rockstar and I'm just an ordinary girl in a sexy clothing, trying my best to create some sexy dance moves with my sexy body just to get a little attention. As if seeking for an attention from him or anyone else is gonna be that easy since there are a lot more of my species pulling their best clubbing outfit ever equipped with an exotic look and intoxicating moves, dancing the night away in this particular LA club. I had given up on getting his eyes laid on me, indeed he usually shoot his stare at the dance floor but obviously not at me.

Long gone the days of my act of stalking and stealing the attention from a rockstar who happened not to fall for it, anyway. It's been weeks since I've last visited this club and I just had to choose this Saturday night of horror to make a comeback. It wasn't really a good night, especially when you're trapped in a storm of heavily drunken people in a middle of the dance floor. The club was undeniable full and packed because of this stupid someone was hosting a party for the night! And I guess the host has decided to suck all the people from LA in! I wonder who was the 'genius' behind the idea of throwing a party at the most famous club in town when it is already packed every Saturday night. Feeling claustrophobic, all you have in mind was to leave. The music was still drumming in my ears as I was making my sweet escape through the crowd. The exit door was still far from my reach, no way I could leave this place any time soon. "Guess I'm stuck in here for the whole night." I stopped and sighed. But at least the crowd was slowly moving away as the music paused, giving me some air to finally breathe. I turned my back around, helplessly giving up to use the main door for an exit, "or maybe they can let me use the back door" ..and there it was, a silhouette figure of a person who clearly has a killer sense of style, standing in front of me, right in the middle of the dance floor.

I couldn't really see who it was but I could feel his eyes were staring at me. I totally ignored him as my mind kept flashing the idea of using the back door as an escape route. "Leaving too soon?" In the midst of a booty-shaking track from Far East Movement, I could hear him whisper to my ears as I came in closer to walk past him. He grabbed my arm quickly before I could even make my next move and I shuddered at his sudden touch. Clearly this club rat wouldn't let me go if I just ignore him. So, I decided to play along. "What's in it for me that worth my stay?" The lasers were shooting in a fast motion, flickering and changing its vibrant colours in each second, I couldn't really see his whole face but I caught him smiling. Judging by his charming smile, I knew he would be one of the guys I would totally go for. Although, those snakebites seems pretty familiar.

Catchy beat was still banging and roaring the club scene but this time around, the lines of the song were dancing away in a melody. It was sang by a beautiful voice, I presumed layered with an auto-tune. I recognized the song, it was his voice, the rockstar I long laid my eyes on. 

"If I die tomorrow-o-ow, 

That-That m-means we had the night of our life! 

If tomorrow-o-ow never comes, 

Then-Then tonight we lose control!" 

"The song tells it all, do I need to say more?" I could see his eyes now under a strip of a laser light, they were seducing me with his playful wink.
"Is this how you asked a girl to dance? by using lines of a song which happens to appear on a right timing?"
"Those lines are originally mine, fair enough. You see, I've been waiting for you to come back and you came right on time, welcome to my party." With a pinch of flirtiness, he smeared another cheeky smile on his face and right instance, my night vision was getting clearer and it immediately stunted me. Killer style, deadly smiles and gorgeous face, it was none other than him, Bill fucking Kaulitz!

The crowd was getting back to their wilderness, pushing me directly to him. I fell on his chest and I could hear his heart was beating and pounding fast, and so as mine. Bill couldn't help but to smile even more. He then, leaned in close, lifting up my chin and purposely brushing his luscious lips on my blushed cheeks to give me an inviting whisper, "I want a dance. And I want you, sexy angel."

Party Like a Rockstar!

Here I am, yet again, spilling my sorrow to all you shameful readers out there. Shame on you who would want to know the secret lies within my pathetic rockstar life. But no matter, I'm here to share. How's life been so far for a young German rockstar like me? Well, life has been supa great! Of course, living in L.A really paid off! I've been partying almost every weekend, or should I say everyday? I dare you to judge me! Pfft..this is like the only time where I can find a peace of mind outside the tensed studio life. Give me a break, when I say the album is on going and will be out soon, trust me, it will! It may take some time but heck, stay patient now people. I need to enjoy my life too, who says you're the only who could do that? I won't be getting my freedom once the album is out, can't you understand that? Sigh. So in the meantime, let me partay! What? You hate me for partying? You want me to stick my butt in the studio 24/7 and get the album done a.s.a.p? What? I can't hear you, the music is too loud! #YOLO

To tell you the truth, that EDC party was the bomb! I had a blast! Yeah, that's how you rolled in Vegas, baby! And who needs Tom now? He can go party elsewhere and have all the fun with his girlfriend but for I, on the other hand couldn't care less about it! Plus, they need to get themselves a room! Well hello, little brother is always around and I'm not blind, you know! So what the heck? I got my party crew by my side and we're ready to party at any time and any where we want to! Booze, ciggy and booty-shaking music, oh this is the life of a lonesome rockstar! Hell yeah!

Can't forget my EDC Weekend! - Bill 

Damn I wish I could get laid with a random pretty girl at the bar! Too bad, my head consumed me with thousand thinking thoughts and I ended up muttering to myself, "better not!" Yes, Bill Kaulitz. It's dangerous! No, you're too dangerous! Certainly not going to unleash my inner lust for a one night stand, not my expertise, sorry. Hence, I'll be sitting at the lounge, doing what I do best; puffing the smoke away with a ciggy, eye-candy on people while talking to some designers who I must say, really enthusiastic on promoting themselves to let me hire them for my next wardrobe collection or making me as one of their models, perhaps? Obviously, they couldn't deny the fact that I'm hot and wanted! *flips hair* oh wait, where's my hair? Opps, silly me, I'm a baldly now! but I'm hot, still. and yes, I'm Bill, still :D

Tom's DSDS Fashion, Hot or Not?

Here as per request, TH!E fashion file report is back! Well forget about the fashionisto of this band for a while, let's take a look at his twin brother's fashion, instead! I'd say he deserves a special DSDS Liveshow TK fashion review, too! Long gone of the hip-hop wannabe days as the stunning Tom has found a secret entry door to Bill's couture closet! So, is Tom gonna make a fashion statement out of what he wore as hot as Bill? Let's find out as we flashback to the DSDS liveshow and hey, bring out the star ratings board!

DSDS Liveshow #1 

"In your shadow, I can shine!" 

While Bill was having a feast and luring all the ladies on his dining table. Tom here has created a totally opposite look from his brother's old French century attire. Possibly trying to look like the rockstar of the band, he showed up with a classic black leather biker jacket that shouts "Hey baby, wanna take a ride on my bike after the show?" You have to agree with me, biker jacket is that one piece of clothing which got you turned on by just taking one good look at the sexy man who rocks it out! It's a SMOKING HOT piece, no doubt. In fact, it was the first ever Tom showed to the world his new hairstyle, yeah no more dreads, just plain straight long hair tied in a messy ponytail. It doesn't make him look like a girl somehow, phew! All in black, Tom may have sunk in Bill's limelight but to be a shadow paid off as well, say "In your shadow, I can shine!" Tom should sing the song to Bill instead ;p But wait, is that a bomb hanging in your pocket? I get it, black equals to mafia, too!

 Ratings: ***** 

DSDS Liveshow #2 

"Oversized never gets old." 

Flaunting with an oversized jacket seems to be that one ideal look for Tom Kaulitz since like his teenage years! Not gonna show the world your perfectly buffed up body, eh Tom? I guess his signature old look has never die out! He likes it big, XXXL for a comfy wear perhaps? But thankfully, as he grew up, the XXXL size has loosen some of the X, shrunk the size to XL for a change. It came to his senses, the fitter the better! Just a simple black pants and a grey t-shirt underneath a quite a colourful oversized jacket (circus-themed, judging by the colour, lol), this rocker loves to keep it simple and gave the opportunity for his little brother to shine out way brighter than he is!

 Ratings: *** 

DSDS Liveshow #3 

"Loving him was Red." 

Yeah as Taylor Swift would have said it in Red. We love him and the red stands out! Obviously, if it goes on with black. Again, going for a chill back simpler look, Tom tried to keep the spotlight away from him as much as possible. "Yeah, direct them to Bill, not me!" But somehow, I think he rocks it better on that liveshow with his attire compared to Bill who was donning that hideous Christian Lacroix's rodeo jacket, haha! Way to go, Tom! The red jacket looks sleek and totally fashionable for someone who considered to wear something hip-hop-ish once upon a time ago! ;p

 Ratings: ***** 

DSDS Liveshow #4 

"Black is the new Black?" 

Black again, Tom? but this time in denim. Wait a minute, I had almost forgotten, once quoted by Bill, "But now, i must choose Black, the color of Tom's soul." no wonder he chose this colour so often for his attire! Nevertheless, Tom looks good in black and that shouldn't be a problem if he wanted to bring out his inner dark soul. One thing for sure, that half tied pushback hairstyle has been staying put for 3 shows in a row! ;p

Ratings: ** 

DSDS Liveshow #5 

"Sk8er Boi" 

Yes, matching with his twin brother but with a little effort of pulling out his fashion sense, the old hip-hop Tom is back. Not entirely ghetto, only the cap counts though. And yes, baggy clothes. I'd say Tom looks like one of those rebel boys in high school who happens to vandalize the school with spray paints and rule the hallway with a skateboard! Skater boy on a prowl, he lost his way and making an entry to a liveshow. Not really fond of this look, kinda thrashy and tacky a bit for our Tom Kaulitz. I mean come on now Tom, you could have done better instead of throwing in a dull checkered shirt! You're only getting one star, one less what Bill had gotten! at least Bill looks more presentable, so he scores a lil bit more, haha ;p

Ratings: * 

DSDS Liveshow #6 

"the last look back is Black." 

And here we are, ladies and gentlemen, another black! and another jacket (a unique piece, I must say. just look at the design) over a simple attire. As expected, simple is his middle name, didn't even bother to outshine his stylish little brother. Well, I suspect Bill has threaten to kill Tom if he steals the limelight. The rule; Tom will go all simple and let Bill have all the spotlight and attention. Hence, the simple Tom was unleashed ;p Nah, we knew Tom very well that he has less fashion sense compared than Bill, no doubt his look would turned out boring, sometimes.

 Ratings: *** 

DSDS Liveshow #7 

"Checkered, checked!"

Checkered for a liveshow, hmm? Yeah, I have my own strict fashion policy, never go for checkered for a liveshow, don't really think it's a good idea. If it's semi-formal or formal, try and avoid wearing anything relates to checkered. Jeans too. However, I'd make an exception for Tom with his baggy jeans though since he's a hip-hop rockstar who suits well in it. But hey, all thanks to that v-neck t-shirt he wore underneath, Tom scores high in the sexy column! Who wouldn't love if a sexy guy revealed a little sexy chest for us to drool over, now? ;p p/s: I love it when he dons that messy ponytail with a few strands of hair falling out, totally sexy! 

Ratings: **** 

DSDSLiveshow #8 

"Damn it, denim!" 

Okay I'll stay cool with your denim style and not gonna blab it out negatively saying it would be inappropriate for a liveshow if you promise to do more exploration in Bill's closet, do we have a deal, Tom? haha! Not a huge fan for this one, but Tom managed to strut himself good and so, i'm all good with that ;)

Ratings: *** 

DSDS Liveshow Finale #9 

 "Stop! put your hands up in the air!" 

Uh oh! don't be too naughty now, Aliens! or Mr.Tom Kaulitz from the special sexy force might shoot you with his gun! IF that is he has one in those vest. Don't ya think he'd make one super stunning cop in this attire? And talk about that plain tight white tee that hugs his torso perfectly! Finally, a perfect ending to DSDS with an eye candy treat for us all! All eyes on his man boobs, i mean muscular hot bod, whoa it's getting hot in here! Please don't wish him to take his clothes off, now or the heat will doubled up! ;p

Ratings: ***** 

Ella's Star Ratings
* Take it off or I'll tear it into pieces!
** Get me a blindfold, I can't take another look! 
*** Trust me, you can do it better!
**** Rock out with that fashion, baby! 
***** OMG, you're a total Fashion God! Strut for me, baby!