Georg Listing, An Animal

“Take me to the top, and don’t you ever let go, 
I like it when you treat me like an animal.” 

Who is this man, where did he come from, why does he look so different? Is he the same Georg Listing we know from years ago? The wonders of a pair of scissors could do to a man. A complete transformation, from a bassist with long strands so that the element of head banging is much more heart felt has got him at a crossroad. A devil, holding out a pair of scissors, offered him a deal; cut the strands, you would rise to fame more than your other band mates. Subtract all the negative comments from them of you being a hobbit in the band. There you go, the physicality of him changes in a complete three hundred and sixty degrees. Shorter, sleeker, and sexier; makes you beg for more caricatures of him don’t you, makes your mouth dry out of the thirst of wanting you to take back your words for mistaken him as one of the least handsome band mate, and most of all, it makes you engaged to his God-like features even more. Who knew, that this man could be in the same parallel universe as the lead singer, who knew, this man could draw out all the attention from the two most wanted men in Tokio Hotel, who knew, this man could turn into an animal, a beast to exaggerate. To a certain extent, two men can’t hold the spotlight any longer, because Georg Listing is bound to rip you off your spotlight, like an animal. He has his part booked, trench coat smoldered his chiseled body and a wayfarer, to avoid the sunlight or any eye contact with a female soul. Jealousy could be triggered easily from this man. You would crave for him, to only look at you and only you. Any other female predators, needs to be eliminate if things get dirty. Ready, set, go. He’s a hunter now, run twins, or better yet get your shit together or you would have the least number of fan base in this year, of 2013.