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I

“You want to make more money?” asked Rachael Campbell in surprise. “Or do you just want fans to go head-over-heels for the hotel?”
“Both,” Tom Kaulitz laughed. But his twin, Bill Kaulitz, pushed him, shutting him up. He mouthed, this is serious business.
“Well I’m glad to help you out,” Rachael said, opening up her breifcase. “I just need you to sign a few papers and then help me decide what it’ll look like, okay?”
All four band members - Tom, Bill, Georg Listing, and Gustav Schäfer - signed the paper. When Rachael put it swiftly into her breifcase and pulled out blueprints, sketching paper, and many, many pencils of different leads, sizes, and colours - the boys knew they would be staying there for awhile.
At the end of the day, they had finally decided - there would be twelve regular hotel-room levels, the rooms getting bigger as the levels did also. At the top of the hotel would be the boys’ penthouse suite where they could reside whenever they were at the hotel. There would be four underground levels, two for parking and two which included one as an indoor gym and the other as an indoor pool. The lobby would be on the first floor of the hotel, included hotel restaurant, café, sitting area, ballroom, kitchen, and receptionist’s desk. Also, they had decided that the hotel would be located nearby the beach, giving a convenient tourist place.
“So…everything’s settled, right? Now, how are we going to get a manager? And other workers?” asked Georg, his stomach grumbling from hunger.
“Help wanted signs,” Rachael said, packing her stuff. “My brother’s daughter Monica will be glad to help out managerizing the hotel. I’ll call you with her answer.”
“Is she hot?” Tom asked.
“That question is not to be asked to me, Mr. Kaulitz,” Rachael laughed. “I’ll be sure to see you again when the hotel has any new updates.”

“Nicholas, listen to me,” Rachael said.
“No! Monica’s…”
“Give me your daughter,” Rachael said. God, she thought, my brother’s always been impossible, but not this much…
“Hi, Aunt Racahel!” came a cheery voice, her neice Monica.
“Hey, sweets!” Rachael said, happy her brother had at least gotten his daughter to the phone without telling her anything about what she wanted to tell her. “I have a super-favor to ask from you. You know I’m bulding a hotel, right?”
“Yes! For TokioHotel! I’m gonna stay there, totally…but I’ll need to get a job first, dad said.”
“I know, I want you to work at the hotel.”
Rachael covered her ears from the screaming Monica had released. “I’ll take that as…a yes?”
“Yes! Yes, Ohmygod, yes!” Monica was yelling and screaming from happiness. “What’ll I work as?”
“Man-”
“OHMYGOD!” Monica said, already guessing what her aunt had wanted to say. “Mah-na-ger! Mah-na-ger! Woot!”
“Okay. But the hotel’s still being redone and built…so you still have a few months to get yourself ready.”
“And finish school. YAY!”
“Yes…bye, Monica. Have fun in whatever you’re doing.”
“Thanks, Aunt Rachael! Bye!”

The months passed by quickly. Monica finished each semester with better grades than ever before, much to her parent’s and teacher’s delight. By the end of the year, the sun had gotten hotter than it had in past years, the pool had opened early, and everyone’s mood was high. Except for Monica’s. She was saddened about her leave, and nervous/excited about her upcoming meet.
She got up from her bare desk and sat down on her bed, where her shoulder bag and suitcases all lay next to her. Manager of a hotel where her favorite group would be bosses…she smiled at the thought of Bill and Tom being close to her…but when would her aunt call? She had already been waiting for a few hours, and if she didn’t call in fifteen minutes, she would head off to school instead of being nervous in her aunt’s new Mercedes.
Then the phone rang. Monica dashed towards it. “Hello?”
“Monica, it’s Marissa.”
“Oh…” Monica said, slumping back on her bed. “Hey, Rissa.”
“Why aren’t you happy to hear my voice?…I wanted to give you some boy advice before you went,” Marissa sounded envious and happy at the same time.
“No thanks, Riss. I’m waiting for my aunt to call. She’ll drive me to the train station.”
“Ohh, right, you’re a manager. Coolio,” Marissa sighed. “We’ll miss you.”
“Pshh, yeah right,” Monica said, leaning onto her wall and realizing they were stripped bare from her posters. Even though she wouldn’t be bringing them with her to the hotel, her older sister would be sleeping in that room, and she hated the young band. “You’ll all be jumping around from happiness.”
“Who’ll beat up Harley when he comes up to Sharon with that perved look?”
“Jack,” Monica replied with ease. “He’s dating Sharon.”
“What about the foodfight? You can’t get anyone smoother than you to hit Principal Addams in the eye and then blame Andrew Cockks and Addams believes you!”
“Alyssa, she’s the newbie and she’s a lot cooler than you or I will ever be,” Monica yawned.
“And what about the field trip to Red Robin?”
“ANYONE can kiss Eric Stone, honestly.” Monica said.
“No, not just anyone. YOU can, Monica. You’re the one that did all of that and you’re the one that now denies it. What’s up? You’re popular in school and now…”
“…and now I’m not. I’m leaving school, I’m leaving town…and…well, I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“Of the boys! Well, not scared, just super-nervous,” Monica said, and her phone buzzed. A new text. “I mean, what if I say something wrong, or…”

Monica, I’ll be there in a few
Get your bags ready!
~ Aunt R.

“YAY!”
“What?”
“Riss, I gotta go…”
“You’re going?”
“Yes!” Monica jumped up and looked at the clock. Fourteen minutes had passed. Right on time. “Ohmygod, Marissa, I’ll miss you!”
“I’ll miss you too, have fun! Call and IM me, aiight?”
“Alright,” Monica said, “Bye!”
Monica threw the phone on her bed, put her shoulder bag on her shoulder and suitcase in hand. As she left her room, her father bumped into her. “Time to go to…oh…”
“Yeah…” Monica giggled. She kissed and hugged her father tightly. “I’ll call, don’t worry.”
“Alright,” her father led her to the front door. “Be careful around those boys…”
“Dad!” Monica said, laughing. “I will…bye!”

Haha, you sent this one to me. Awesome!

despite the fact that it took me forever to respond to this...

LOVE the story!!! keep it coming!

keep the stories coming. very...no word coming to me rite now.

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II

Monica waved her father goodbye from the car and then said hi to her aunt. “I’m so excited,” she said, breathless.
“I’m sure you are,” she laughed. “Here’s the train tickets.”
“Thanks,” Monica said, and then she looked at them. “These are airplane tickets.”
“Express jet, you’re right,” Rachael said, and smiled to her through the mirror. “If you were on the train you’d be there late for the hotel opening party.”
“Thanks!” Monica said, kissing her aunt on her cheek. “Are you coming along?”
“Sadly, no. I have a few other meetings, a huge press conference, and only next week will I come along. Your bosses, aka TokioHotel, will be with you throughout the first few weeks. We’ll be getting helpers after the next two weeks.”
“Why that long without them?”
“You need to get situated with your duties, missy,” Rachael laughed. “It’s not all fun and games at work. But…under the circumstances, you might make something fun out of it all.” The rest of the ride was in silence. Monica’s stomach tightened with each passing minute and as the signs began getting closer and closer to the airport - 30 miles, 20, 10… they were almost there, and soon, Monica was standing inside the airport. Rachael brought her up to one line and then said goodbye to her there.
“Sorry, Moni, but I gotta hurry. Call me when you’re in the terminal.”
“Alright, thanks for everything!”
Monica stood in line for awhile. As the minutes trailed on and she was getting really bored, her phone rang.
“How’s everything?” it was Marissa.
“Waiting in line,” Monica said, coming up to the desk and showing the lady her ticket and passport. “Why?”
“Eric Stone’s wondering,” Monica heard giggling.
“Really?” Monica said. Eric Stone was considered the hottest boy in her school.
“Chyeah! He’s skipping school today and going to the airport.”
“Shut up,” Monica said, in shock. “Really?”
“Duhh! Why would I lie?” Marissa giggled. “Jaykay. But he really misses you.”
Monica laughed and then told her friend, “I’ll call you back in a little while.”
“Gate 29,” the lady said, and returned the ticket to Monica. “Enjoy your flight.”

Monica sat down at one of the cafés located nearby her gate. She ordered herself a coffee and looked around. All around her, there was normal airport bustle: passengers running to and fro, almost late for their plane, some people sleeping at the gates, delayed or canceled. She heard laughter and turned around, then had to hold herself back from screaming at the top of her lungs.
Across the café were Bill Kaulitz and Gustav Schafer, eating and laughing hysterically. Monica got her coffee and couldn’t help but stare at them. Her bosses. No way. They got up and left, then walked towards the gate that Monica was going to as well. She paid the check and then dashed across to the gate.
Some young girls who adored them were asking for their signatures. She noticed a shady figure standing aside, but still wide-eyed. She noticed that a golden badge from the TokioHotel was sticking out of her bag.
“You work for them?” Monica whispered, showing her her badge.
“Yeah,” she said, and backed away a little bit. “Monica. You the manager?”
“Mmhmm,” Monica said monotonously.
“The name’s Zanna,” the girl said, and then shifted uncomfortably. “I’m the Assistant Manager.”
“Cool,” Monica smiled again, and then their flight was called. Zanna popped her gum again and walked inside the plane, leaving Monica behind.
Not a friendly face? Monica thought and climbed aboard as well. She heard running footsteps and turned around to see a girl in the complete TokioHotel uniform. Badge and everything.
“Is this Gate 29?” the girl panted, and then looked down at her badge. “You work for them too?”
“Yeah, I’m the manager at the TokioHotel,” she said. “And yeah, this is gate 29.”
She smiled. “I’m Kellie.”
“Monica.”
They shuffled onto the plane and sat down in their seats in first class. Zanna, Monica, and Kellie all ended up in the three aisle seats, while Bill and Tom were on one window seat on Kellie’s side, and Georg and Gustav were in the window seats on Zanna’s side. Monica was stuck in the middle. She sighed and glanced over at Bill. He was laughing at something. She sighed and leaned back. This would be the best flight ever.

YAY IM FAMOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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okay. im not at home right now but when i am, i have half of chp. 3, so im almost set ^^

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KEEP IT COMING! I can't wait!

III
Almost fifteen minutes passed, and then Tom made a move.
He tapped Kellie on the shoulder, sending her jumping ten feet in the air, and then giggled a little before asking: “You work for us?”
She nodded and explained that Monica and Zanna did as well. Tom whispered something to Bill and then pulled out his phone, texting madly. They looked over to Georg and Gustav, who got the text, and then they, all simultaneously, nodded.
“We have plans for tonight,” Georg said, addressing Zanna. “But we’ll be back in the morning.”
“Uh…uhh…okay…” Zanna said, totally starstruck.
The rest of the flight was spent silently. Kellie and Monica fell asleep, and Zanna listened to her iPod. The boys were also being generally quiet, not counting when Bill and Tom began laughing hysterically at random times.

When they arrived in Hamburg, there were hordes of paparazzi, screaming fans, and security guards at the main entrance. The boys said bye and dived into that huge crowd, while the three girls took one of the more minor exits.
“Wow,” Monica said, looking behind her at the crowd. “Talk about dedicated.”
“Mmmhmm,” Zanna said, and popped another gum in her mouth. “Imma get a taxi. See ya there, people.”
Zanna waved one down and speeded off, leaving Kellie and Monica nothing to do.
“Soo,” Kellie said. “You heading to the hotel?”
“Yeah,” Monica yawned. “what about you?”
“I dunno. Maybe I’ll swing by a few stores and then come along too.”
Monica smiled. “Cool! I guess I’ll see you at the hotel?”
Kellie nodded and they waved bye to one another before going their separate ways. Monica flagged down a taxi and they sped off to the hotel, quickly getting through the masses of fans who were following the cars that the boys were in. Monica sort of fell into her own little dream world when she got a text message.

Rissa
Hey!~ How you flew in? are the boys hot?? (: send picss immediately!! & get on myspace ASAPP<3

Monica laughed and dialed her number. It was strange that she could call long-distance, even from where she was at that moment. Sure enough, Marissa picked up almost immediately.
“Ohmygod! You called!” she squealed.
“Yeah, I just got off the plane. Well, I’m in a taxi right now, actually. What’s up?” Monica asked as the hotel came into view.
“Nothing, really…laziness,” Marissa yawned.
“Oh crap,” Monica gasped. “That’s huge!”
“What you expect?” asked the driver with a heavy German accent.
“What? What?!” Marissa yelled on the other line.
“The hotel! It’s gigantic!” Monica noticed Zanna already near the entrance. “Holy.. Wow.. I gotta go.”
“Okay. Call me or text me or myspace or whatever later, okay? I gotta run also.”
“Mkay, talk to ya later.”
Monica hung up and, as soon as the taxi stopped, she payed the driver and ran out the hotel, going inside. It was not only huge, but it was also really well designed on the inside. You could smell the newness of it all. Suddenly the elevator doors opened and a figure stepped out of it, wearing an Australian flag-like bikini.
“Oh hey there,” she said, sipping some drink.
Monica examined her and smiled. “Uh, hi, you work here?”
“You bet I fucking do!” she laughed. “Name’s Kate. I’m the concierge here. You know where I can get a hearty sandwich with a load of vegemite?”
“Vegemite?”
“Never mind,” Kate said and gulped down the remainder of her drink. “I need to go meet Franky at a café anyways. Later.”
“In a bikini?”
“Yeah, why not?” Kate smiled and walked out the door. Monica was astonished at the girl’s bravery and, really, how she could stand being outside in a bikini. Already people were staring. In her head, Monica shrugged, and walked towards the front desk, where she grabbed a pair of keys and went up the elevator to her room.

EEEE must read MORE! GO GO GO! Amazing. You should make Kate more... You know what I mean? LOL.

yeah imma edit that (: just i had a severe case of pos :/