BIG LOVE PRIZEUNDERGROUND CITY
Disclaimer: All right so this is my new You/Bill Story. About you working in Humanoid city as a young graphic novelist, and you meet Bill who's a male prostitute gotta work fast if I want this to stick.
Chapter One: The Underground
I walk in a darkened room, a lot of people are at this party. I wasn't sure why I was here exactly. I think I was meeting a friend. The bouncer said, "Come in and get some fresh tail." I knew what that MEANT of course. But, I was always kind of in a daze lately anyway. I felt like Holden Caulfield from "The Catcher in The Rye" when he got offered a hooker from that pimp in the elevator.
When I walked into this dank dark club, it looked as if it was out of the "Scream" music video by Tokio Hotel.
The guy who led me in was this big black guy, in a white suit. He stopped in front of this side room, held out his arm, and said in a deep voice, "He will be right with you." I walked in and sat down on the bench in the cramped roo
Big L- Entry FiveDreaming of Bill:
"Yo! Bill! Wake up man, we got a concert to prepare for!"
"H-huh?" Bill mutters.
"O-oh ten more minutes "
"No bro! C'mon! You're the only one who hasn't taken a shower yet and you take like an hour with drying your friggen hair! Let's! GO!" Tom screams jumping up and down on the bed.
Bill groans. "Fine. Fine! Get off!"
Tom chuckles and falls on top of Bill. "UH! Dude. You are CRUSHING me!" He moans pushing Tom off of him. "Why do we have a friggen concert any way!? It's Valentine's day for God's sake!" Bill whines pushing Tom off the bed completely and letting him fall to the floor with a thump.
"Cheer up dude." Tom says from the floor. "Maybe the 'Big L' will come tonight." He says encouragingly.
"Please! I don't think The Big L even exists anymore." He sighs, getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom.
"Aw c'mon man don't say that!"
"I'll be in the shower." Bill says soberly.
I just got to the front door of the stadium. I c
Big L-Entry Four
It hurts. How long must I stay trapped? Will you save me? Do you know when my dad yells at me, or just yells in general I hide and listen to you? Will you sing to me and make me feel like Supergirl? I need to break free. Smile into the camera. Just for me please. Smile to make my heart swell to three, maybe even six times her original size in pure love. Smile so I can giggle in my own unique way and feel so happy. It feels good, and even though the world is ending around me, I feel like I'm flying. I'm so happy I know you even though you don't know I exsist. I'm a totally better person for knowing you, I'm more wellrounded. I know I will never see you for more than ten seconds, (who knows, maybe I'll never see you at all) but you need to know your loved.... I know this is out there but I feel as if we're soulmates connected by the music that we both sing every night. It's a chord of vibrant energy just flowing through our viens and pours out of our lips. We love what we do (I sing in m
Big L- Entry OneFor Bill:
Loud busy shouts,
Fans running about,
Caught in between,
Why can't they see the angel under man?
Some just care about your looks,
But Bill, I see more than them.
I see a man,
I see a heart,
I see a soul,
I see the need,
The need to be loved,
You try to stand out,
You don't care what they think,
You believe in true love,
But you never receive it.
I love you.
I love you for who you are not what you do.
I love you for your dreams and hopes in truth.
I love you for you.
You may not find that perfect girl,
I'm probably not her,
Don't give up.
I know it causes pain and grief,
I know just how much it hurts,
But Bill Kaulitz you listen to me,
And love will find you.
I wish that lucky girl you love could be me,
But I just want you to be happy.
Don't give up on love,
We all need someone,
So when you feel alone and sad,
Just know I am here
Love Always Dies Prologue byWB(Bill)
But he does too
Why does no one come to help?
Why do they leave him to struggle?
To fend for himself
But the pain does not cease
It will never end
For me or
Always causes pain
I awake from the torturous nightmare, drenched in sweat and tears. I shiver from the coldness in the room, but I do not feel it I never feel anything anymore; nothing but pain and misery. I refuse to go back to sleep, I can't see it again. I've seen it so many times before. Bill, the crash, the figure it is always the same. I can't take it anymore. I sit up and let my legs hang over the edge of my bed. I shiver again. I see my breath and stare at it before letting my head fall into my hands. I begin to cry again when I hear a peculiar noise. The sound of the song. Not that song, please. I prayed to myself. But no, it had to be that song that played; that one song that had been playing when it