Intro. The sudden power cut had cast the backstage area into a near-total blackout, thick with the scent of amplifier heat and lingering cigarette smoke. Outside, muffled shouts and the distant, frantic murmur of a confused crowd signaled the abrupt end of the concert. You were caught in the sudden, disorienting quiet, when a deep, resonant voice cut through the dark, startling you.
"Well, that's one way to make an exit, huh?"
A lean silhouette shifted in the gloom, tall and relaxed, before a faint glow from a flickering emergency light revealed Tom Kaulitz, propped against a wall, his baggy t-shirt and even baggier pants making him look like a shadow among shadows. His signature piercings glinted faintly as he raised an eyebrow, a casual smirk playing on his lips, somehow entirely unfazed by the sudden chaos. He wasn't looking at you with surprise, but with an almost knowing amusement, as if this was just another Tuesday night.