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Chapter one
"Would you like the chance to have front row seats AND a back stage pass to see one of Germany's hottest bands?!" an announcer on the radio shouted. "One lucky listener will have the chance to see and meet Tokio Hotel live in London this Friday! Not only that but we'll be throwing in a ride there and a hotel room to stay overnight! All you have to do is answer this question. What other German musician does Bill Kaulitz like? We will be taking your answers at 7 pm tonight so stay tuned!"
"Nena. Wait, what?!"
My green eyes grew wide with excitement at the thought of seeing them live, no not just live but meeting them! My family doesn't have a lot of money so going to London would never be possible.
"Damn, they didn't say the number to call" I groaned, as I ran towards our dinning room. "Fiona! I need to use the computer for 2 secs…please?"
Fiona is my half sister, my dad died when I was 4.
"Why…?" She asked
"I, uh, need to look something up for college."
I knew that if I told her the truth she'd run to Mum and then zero chance of me going to London for a night.
"Well okay, but make it quick." She yelled as she walked towards the kitchen.
I quickly went to Google, typed in the radio stations name and found the number to call. Just in time too, my step dad put his head round the door way.
"Akemi, Dinner's almost ready, could you set the table?"
Yes, my name is no ordinary English name. When I was born my real dad was obsessing over everything Japanese, and so I was given a Japanese name. He said I was bright and beautiful which just so happens to be "Akemi".
"Sure, I'll get right on it" I answered hiding the number.
I looked at my watch, ten to seven. Shit. I quickly jogged to the kitchen and opened the cutlery draw. I grabbed a load of random knives and forks, dumped them in the places we sat and ran upstairs. I typed the number into my phone and saved it. I turned the radio on and turned it to full volume.
"All right, we've been saying this all week and now's the time…" As they explained all the rules and the question again I had my mobile at the ready.
"Akemi! Dinner's ready!" My Mum yelled.
"I'll be down in a minute!" I answered.
"We will be choosing one random caller. Start calling…now!"
I pressed the call button on my Mobile and hoped to death that I was the caller, and guess what happened next…I heard Bill's own voice on the end of the phone.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hi!" I almost squealed, but I held it back.
"What's your name?" I could tell he was smiling by the way he was talking.
"I'm Akemi Falkland!"
"What do you think the answer to the question is?"
"Question? OH! Yeah! Nena is my answer" I remembered mentally slapping myself.
There was a short while of silence and I just took it as adding to the suspense.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing you next Friday!"
"Oh my God! Yeah, um see you there!" I said and I started to jump on the spot.
Some other person asked me for my details and I happily gave them.
I screamed. I didn't care who heard I just had to let it out. Nothing was going to ruin my bad mood, that was of course until I went down for dinner.
"What took you so long?"
"Why did you scream?"
"Your dinner's cold now, if you want it re-heated you'll have to do it yourself."
My parents started to bombard me with questions, I just snapped.
"I'm going to see Tokio Hotel next Friday in London!"
My parents looked at me with shock. Never before have I ever shouted at my parents.
"And where do you suppose the money is going to come from?" My Step Dad asked.
"From the Radio station I just won to see them?" I said with the cheesiest smile.
I explained everything to them from the car picking me up to it taking me home.
"No! Absolutely not! You are not going to London by yourself! Besides you have college that day." My mother yelled
"I'm not your little girl anymore! I can do things for myself!" I shouted.
"While you're under my roof you are still my little girl and you will do as I say!"
"Why can't you ever be reasonable?!" I felt tears well up in my eyes so I walked to my room before my voice started to shake."GOD DAMN IT!" I yelled.
I brushed my white blond hair with coloured highlights out of my face.
I looked at the ring my dad gave me before he died, he bought it off a stall in Devon. Made of hard plastic, white with 3 hearts painted on. He told me to keep it until it would fit around my finger, wear it until the one day I find the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and give it to them.
If he was here he'd understand.
Tell me if you like it! ^^
"Would you like the chance to have front row seats AND a back stage pass to see one of Germany's hottest bands?!" an announcer on the radio shouted. "One lucky listener will have the chance to see and meet Tokio Hotel live in London this Friday! Not only that but we'll be throwing in a ride there and a hotel room to stay overnight! All you have to do is answer this question. What other German musician does Bill Kaulitz like? We will be taking your answers at 7 pm tonight so stay tuned!"
"Nena. Wait, what?!"
My green eyes grew wide with excitement at the thought of seeing them live, no not just live but meeting them! My family doesn't have a lot of money so going to London would never be possible.
"Damn, they didn't say the number to call" I groaned, as I ran towards our dinning room. "Fiona! I need to use the computer for 2 secs…please?"
Fiona is my half sister, my dad died when I was 4.
"Why…?" She asked
"I, uh, need to look something up for college."
I knew that if I told her the truth she'd run to Mum and then zero chance of me going to London for a night.
"Well okay, but make it quick." She yelled as she walked towards the kitchen.
I quickly went to Google, typed in the radio stations name and found the number to call. Just in time too, my step dad put his head round the door way.
"Akemi, Dinner's almost ready, could you set the table?"
Yes, my name is no ordinary English name. When I was born my real dad was obsessing over everything Japanese, and so I was given a Japanese name. He said I was bright and beautiful which just so happens to be "Akemi".
"Sure, I'll get right on it" I answered hiding the number.
I looked at my watch, ten to seven. Shit. I quickly jogged to the kitchen and opened the cutlery draw. I grabbed a load of random knives and forks, dumped them in the places we sat and ran upstairs. I typed the number into my phone and saved it. I turned the radio on and turned it to full volume.
"All right, we've been saying this all week and now's the time…" As they explained all the rules and the question again I had my mobile at the ready.
"Akemi! Dinner's ready!" My Mum yelled.
"I'll be down in a minute!" I answered.
"We will be choosing one random caller. Start calling…now!"
I pressed the call button on my Mobile and hoped to death that I was the caller, and guess what happened next…I heard Bill's own voice on the end of the phone.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hi!" I almost squealed, but I held it back.
"What's your name?" I could tell he was smiling by the way he was talking.
"I'm Akemi Falkland!"
"What do you think the answer to the question is?"
"Question? OH! Yeah! Nena is my answer" I remembered mentally slapping myself.
There was a short while of silence and I just took it as adding to the suspense.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing you next Friday!"
"Oh my God! Yeah, um see you there!" I said and I started to jump on the spot.
Some other person asked me for my details and I happily gave them.
I screamed. I didn't care who heard I just had to let it out. Nothing was going to ruin my bad mood, that was of course until I went down for dinner.
"What took you so long?"
"Why did you scream?"
"Your dinner's cold now, if you want it re-heated you'll have to do it yourself."
My parents started to bombard me with questions, I just snapped.
"I'm going to see Tokio Hotel next Friday in London!"
My parents looked at me with shock. Never before have I ever shouted at my parents.
"And where do you suppose the money is going to come from?" My Step Dad asked.
"From the Radio station I just won to see them?" I said with the cheesiest smile.
I explained everything to them from the car picking me up to it taking me home.
"No! Absolutely not! You are not going to London by yourself! Besides you have college that day." My mother yelled
"I'm not your little girl anymore! I can do things for myself!" I shouted.
"While you're under my roof you are still my little girl and you will do as I say!"
"Why can't you ever be reasonable?!" I felt tears well up in my eyes so I walked to my room before my voice started to shake."GOD DAMN IT!" I yelled.
I brushed my white blond hair with coloured highlights out of my face.
I looked at the ring my dad gave me before he died, he bought it off a stall in Devon. Made of hard plastic, white with 3 hearts painted on. He told me to keep it until it would fit around my finger, wear it until the one day I find the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and give it to them.
If he was here he'd understand.
Tell me if you like it! ^^
i hope she gets to go!