Imagine yourself on the stage, trying to impress this flame-ably-hot-onehundredeighty-degree Rockstar and he gave you this look. The look of condescending but yet there was a hint of sexy irony because when reality checks in he actually was envious of your beautiful talent so he’d come to you the minute you were on the stool doing some touch ups to your inspired cat-eye make-up look with a Black-liner from Mac, colouring your lips dangerously with the colour red rouge from Chanel, and ended stroking your cheeks with a blusher that spells “kiss me” from Christian Dior.
Obviously from that arrogant yet sultry look from himself he’d have it erased by a smirk on his face to congratulate you on your break-through performance moments ago. Then all of a sudden, his hands landed itself on each side of your shoulders while he came putting his nude based lips near your ears that it feels like his making an air-brush tattoo on your skin. Slowly, he’d have his fingers dancing on your arms taking you on a journey to cloud nine as he locked gaze with you with that piercing stare of his rock-glam eyes. You might be facing these huge fancy mirrors with light bulbs framing it, but it doesn’t stop him from coming any closer in contact to you. You struck a pot of gold when That Killer leather jacket he was wearing was feeling up his body temperature so you’d witness him taking it off in front of you as he had it rest on the back of his shoulder while he held it lazily with a handsome smile. The next thing you know he’d be trapping you on the chair as he whispered; you are an alien to love. Oh forget the fact that he had ever looked at you in that way even if it was super good-looking!
Beneath these words, you’d have the tips to make Bill Kaulitz’s head turns to you, yes you. (;
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