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A Heart's DesiresIt was a beautiful Monday afternoon. On the fourteenth of February, in a certain stadium in Paris, noise was everywhere. The sound was a mixture of chanting, cheering, and music.
There was a concert in that stadium, and the performers were the four boys of Germany. Yes, it was Tokio Hotel. Singer Bill Kaulitz, along with his brother Tom, the guitarist, their bassist Georg Listing, and drummer Gustav Schafer all performed very well.
Molly, Bill's girlfriend, along with her friends Kristy and Wendy, was watching at front row seats. Bill, seeing his girlfriend there, felt encouraged and high-spirited. The show was absolutely great it went as everyone planned. The show ended at 3pm. The boys gathered in front, bowed, and waved goodbye at the satisfied fans. The fans kept on cheering, even if the boys walked towards the backstage. The fans haven't cleared the area yet, but Molly, Kristy and Wendy and went on their way out of the stadium. Then they turned around the venue and w
Secrets Within The Shadows 16It was almost six in the evening when Bill checked his watch. He knew that Mildred should be home before dark. The two then went down the tree, and Bill helped Mildred on the way. They then walked to Bill's car, and then Bill gave Mildred a ride home.
"So, wanna go out on Friday? Watch a movie, maybe?" Bill asked.
"I can't Shan wants a sister-to-sister bonding. How 'bout Saturday?" Mildred asked.
"Okay but at night. I wanna take you to my place first." Bill said.
"And meet your family?" Mildred asked.
"But it's an 'all-boys jurisdiction'."
"Trust me, Cally feels the same way. She'd flip if she finds out you're coming."
"Is that a good thing?" Mildred laughed.
Bill laughed as well, "Just don't get too close."
"Okay " Mildred laughed.
"We're also gonna go quad-biking, the day after. Wanna come then?" Bill asked.
"Not sure Still have to ask the old lady."
"If it's a yes, when do I pick you up?"
"After lunch I go to church in the morning."
That Day That Changed It All 3The tour bus continued driving to the hotel. It took a bit long since at that time of day, people were rushing to their offices for work.
Inside the bus, it became quiet, but later on, Bill woke up. He stretched a little, and then looked around. He saw Georg, whose right eye became a black eye, sitting just nearby.
"Oh no That doesn't look good What happened?" Bill asked.
"Your twin attacked Georg while you were dreaming of MOMO." Gustav teased.
"I didn't dream of anything." Bill rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, at Ez and Momo were playing in Ez's house.
"Facebook????????? Oh man The whole world's going to see i'm red!" Ez complained.
"You're just exaggerating!" Momo teased.
"Oh shut up! Look at me!" Ez pointed at the picture in the comp.
Momo leaned closer to see what Ez was talking about.
"Of course not! Don't be exaggerated! Let me just " Momo then pushed away the rolling chair Ez was sitting on, and then squatted in front of the computer.
"Hey!" Ez shouted.
Secrets Within The Shadows 17Saturday came at last. Mildred was very excited for the rest of the day. She woke up unusually early, though it wasn't necessary. She was having troubles sleeping due to excitement. She then ate breakfast and prepared to leave. Shanica wasn't around since she was already at work.
Bill arrived at 9AM. Mildred was more than ready by then. She exited the house and locked the door behind her. She had her small bag with her for her money, cellphone, and other needs.
Bill first drove to the Bloomics mall so that Mildred can shop for her project contribution. Mildred led Bill to the store she thought was perfect to start the search. The store had everything related to gardeningplants, soil, pots, fertilizers, decorationsit was all there.
Mildred wanted to find small and dainty plants. She pictured the model to be like a cottage in a forest that had stones for the pathway. Bill tried to picture what Mildred was saying, and so suggested a few. Mildred took a look and thought Bill's
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To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
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Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
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Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
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Tastes bitter to the ton
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