Tokio Hotel Does America!

6-12-07

But... HOW?!

I often think to myself, as I lay awake at night, dazedly stroking my Gustav poster with the fold right down the middle of his face, "Arianne, how did this happen to you?" How did I fall into the Tokio Hotel trap and what can I do about it?

Well, dear reader, it all started one fateful day in late December of 2006. I was home from University on break and trying to avoid my family at all costs. Basically, I locked myself up in my room with a plate of Christmas cookies and a six pack of Coke. I was in my Spongebob boxers (I dress to impress), watching some questionable anime and rearranging my priceless My Little Pony collection when I stumbled upon TH and made the painful, and often itchy, fall into the fangirl pit o' despair.

I saw this picture of Bill on the intraweb:

Now, I'm not going to lie to you. The first time I saw this picture I thought Bill was a girl. Yes, I am one of those people. Not only did I think he was a bust-challenged girl, but I thought he was Asian. I thought he was some sort of Asian popstar. I think this has something to do with the little anime-ish character he's clutching and the fact that I probably saw the word "Tokio" somewhere near the vicinity of this picture and my subconcious thought, "Huh, someone can't spell".

I don't know why I kept looking, but something about this hot Asian popstar with absolutely no chest whatsoever had me intrigued. I read on and basically had a cow when I found out she was a he.

Come on people, can you blame me? That is one hell of a feminine picture. The makeup, the jewelry, the hair, THE JEANS. He's prettier than most girls I know.

After I found out he was a 17 year old German boy, you can bet your britches I was hooked. I didn't even have to hear their music, I knew it was fate. And then I saw Tom's cap, Gustav's God-like brow, Georg's shimmering, cascading waterfall of silken hair, and I knew it was over.

I had finally, at the age of 23, become a sixteen year old fangirl, crushing all over a boyband. Since then, I've channeled all of my fangirl desires into this disasterpiece of HTML that I like to call a webpage. It keeps me off the streets.

Oh, and I've managed to take a few dozen people down with me into the pit in the process. Family, friends, enemies. They're all here with me. And we're singing, "Durch Den Monsun" in both German and English.

So... how did YOU get into Tokio Hotel?!

Send in a comment and it might just make next week's column!

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