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."
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