IV“Woah,”
That was all Monica could say when she stepped into her room. To her right was a walk-in closet, and to the left, a small hallway. At the end there was a bathroom, and to the right was a bedroom with a queen-sized bed, desk, and TV. There was also an iMac on the desk, on standby. In front of her was a kitchen/living room-type room. The kitchen had a bar with three stools propped by it. There was a sofa and in front of it a big HD television.
She walked into her bedroom and opened her bags, folding each item of clothing she had broughten and placing them into the drawers. Then she sat in front of the iMac and got onto an online IM-server, logging onto her different accounts. Almost immediately, a window popped up.
Sh00t.me_x345: whoaa hey there (:
Blahdy_blahh: hey there rissa . Chwuzzup????
Sh00t.me_x345: nuthinn. Bein lazy & basically nuthin elsee! Soo bored&lonely wittout you.
Blahdy_blahh: sorry! ):
Sh00t.me_x345: its kay. Hah. Neways tomorrow im heading over 2 drake’s placee<345
Blahdy_blahh: drake?!!
Blahdy_blahh: as in drake SMITH or drake UGLY.AS.HECK?!!
Sh00t.me_x345: 1) hes not ughly.
Sh00t.me_x345: 2) hes got the wii
Blahdy_blahh: ohmygod riss what are you doing 2 ur social life.
Sh00t.me_x345: LISTEN! 3) DRAKE SMITH WILL BE THERE
Blahdy_blahh: EeP!
Sh00t.me_x345: I kno rite
Sh00t.me_x345: listen I gotta run.
Sh00t.me_x345: catch you later (:
Blahdy_blah: byee<345.
Marissa logged off, and so did Monica. She sprawled out onto her couch and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels and then found the news channel. Someone was talking about the TokioHotel. She tried turning on the English translation in subtitles, and it worked.
“…the new hotel includes 13 levels of pure luxury. The first 12 are for guests, while the top, penthouse level is reserved for the boys from Tokio Hotel. Some architects that helped them build this wonderful hotel have said that the penthouse suite is the size of ONE FLOOR. Which means that there’s not only tons of room, there’s tons of fun. Unfortunately, only special guests and workers from the hotel can enter the penthouse suite, as fans might as well just come in everyday…”
There was a knock at the door. Monica turned off the TV and walked down to get the door. Kellie stood there, her arms full of bags from different botiques.
“Hey,” she said. “Do you have any idea where I could get keys for a room?”
“I found some at the front desk..”
“Yeah, I looked there… there was none.”
“Lemme call my aunt, wait a sec..”
Monica went back to her bedroom and fished out her cellphone, dialing Rachael.
“Hello, you’ve reached Rachael Campbell, please leave a message after the tone,” came her voice message. Then, in a hushed voice, “If this is Monica, please dial 455-893-2345.”
Monica redialed the new number and finally, after a minute of rings, someone picked up.
“Hallo?” came her aunt’s voice.
“It’s Monica.”
“Oh, hey there! What’s wrong?”
“Well, my colleague Zanna and I, along with another girl Kate I recently met, have gotten our keys to our rooms - I think, and now Kellie, our front desk woman, can’t find some for her room.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I think her keys are in the drawer…you see, we had three out for you, Kate, and Zanna…but then we decided that we should leave one in the drawer just in case.” she sounded drunk. Nothing made sense, and her voice was slurred.
“Uhh, okay? Thanks, Aunt Rachael. I’ll, uh, call you later.” Monica hung up.
Kellie looked at her expectantly. “Well?”
“She sounded a little…well, you know what I mean. I think she had too much to drink…hehe…she said there might be one in the drawer, but I’m not too sure.”
Kellie shrugged. “Best give it a try.”
“Here, drop these bags here,” Monica offered. “Those look heavy.”
Kellie smiled gratefully. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.”
After Kellie returned with the keys, and all her bags were in her room, a van pulled up, and with it, 2 more. Out of the middle one stepped out Bill and Gustav. In the third and last one stepped out Saki, the boys’ bodyguard - and Tom and Georg. In the first car were a bunch of security guards in hotel uniforms.
Monica squealed inside her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She walked down to the elevator and then, when it opened, Kate stood before her.
“I thought you were with…”
“…Franky,” Kate finished. “We had a little complication. Apparently some cafés don’t appreciate bikinis.”
Kate walked past her, leaving Monica dazed. She got into the elevator and then walked into the lobby as the doors opened.
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Subject: Re: the tokiohotel [haha] 
Fri Aug 29, 2008 9:26 pm
