Something Joko Klaas & Love in the form of two three
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She laughs when you meet in front of the elevator. Initially, only the well-shaped lips, until her laughter in his eyes and crawled up there all their Face with a glint appeared.
"There you have set up but cost a lot of stuff." She laughs, now with the voice. Except that you do not really have any idea what she means. Or, to be honest, it subliminally certainly suspect, but you cling to your ignorant rather than awareness of your intuitive alarm beating unconscious.
Palinas hand wanders up to her hair, which she runs her with a gallant gesture from the face and thrown over the shoulder. It happens in the same moment to slide the elevator doors and they, you legend with her charming smile on a leash, leads into the small room. Behind it, although you suddenly do not know whether you should rather not take the stairs. All your facial muscles, we take a questioning look, as a way that can only take you straight to the goal of many. And the goal is denial.
"I mean, is that you've got everything on my own writing. For him. "
The doors close. The known you for half an eternity corridor fades away and is replaced by metal, which could melt if you do not think far enough away from him. Because your body burns, the beautiful girl by your side is the right place. Even if you denied it, just now on the air. In front of the cameras. In front of him. Not
you wrote this text. People have written that. The Stars. The asterisks. You were there yes or no influence on it. No, not at all ...
Your mouth is too nervous to not laugh. Somewhere shape the lips belonging to him something that just about everything and nothing can be and what you yourself do not know how to define right. What might such a "Well" sounds. But only if necessary.
"Why did you not just added? He has yet asked. "In the rectangular prison where you are currently using Palina, their smiles, their stick too much to knowledge and personality, you start to sweat. The light shimmers on her perfectly styled hair, pulls funny rounds on their bracelets, the melodious singing at every little movement, and pinched up in the cheeks. You are red, so a little, you feel it. And even if it is only a pale shadow of redness, it is already more than enough to convert up to final.
You shrug. Actually, it's not your type, be left to other discussions. For that you've been too long in life moderated by even the predicament, and now, before this woman, this colleague with whom you work technically well get along, but to create private-not much, do you have a Knicks. Without knowing why. Perhaps because it is the first and only person who you asked with a smile without a train and forced character. Nothing about Palina suggests that it teases you. That they see what happens here just posting the same on iPhone via Twitter or bring in the next editorial meeting for language.
you want you no harm, only good.
you can not talk you out ...
It is often after you. She has seen it. She looked up at the bottom of your heart, without it was you until just clear. But they did, and she has thought about it. It does not sound spontaneous, but judiciously.
She knows what she's doing right now.
How long do they already know how you feel?
"Come on, he thought it was great. So just tell him. "
" It was bad rap, really bad rap, "organized your voice a chance to escape. You can not go and Joko to admit that you have written for him almost a whole song. What are they then write for people who normally for other people songs? - Correct: 'friends!
And even if you write a song for someone, then should the finished result but also to be somehow flattering, right? Okay, so difficult with a Diss. And that's why it's much better and more practical for you if Joko continues to believe the song is a co-production from you and some other editors in the house.
Sure, he found it "great." But he does not understand the whole thing. Not from your own site. For him it was merely a prelude to the next round ... To you it was uncanny how much he was looking forward supposedly.
you side the head is placed wrong. Between Palinas eyelashes you hue to a mildly warm confidence, of which you have not yet know that they at some time in St. Petersburg was planted in a girl, so this girl one day standing next to you, and you encourage them.
"Oh ...", Klaas drives your name whispered empathic were to you over like a well-padded cloud and is better than any chummy pat on the back, which would you pick from one of your friends if they really want to know your position and you will be given their endorsement.
Something gets in your face to falter, leaving the nervousness of the moment with a smile breaking through. Automatically find its way up your hand, it sweeps over your mouth and on your chin down. Want to sort that has been the fate of chaos.
The look that gives you you is not checking or monitoring.
you want to say that everything becomes difficult. You liked Professional and private divide, and it's so damn simple bad luck for you, you just love to have the person with whom you make a joint TV show. And loves you anyway. The only flirts like hell, and with all kinds of people ... Since you can not take the risk, to disclose in your job your heart.
How you think have no nerves to tabloids.
"difficulties"
"Not at all difficult," is an immediate objection, which can swallow up and thwarting. A more loving smiling Palina written up by the arm, not exciting, just a bit out of the elevator leading from which you do not even realize , You want it stopped and you allowed access to the ground floor. The scent of her perfume ensnared your mind and puts his confident hands on his shoulders, while he is supportive behind you. You can this
And you begin to understand why she does this, as it now goes around the corner. Palina for the first time with you hooked, since she knows you at all. Not only is your colleague, but a previously unknown type you a good friend. Although you are so different, although you will probably never go away together in the evening and your wardrobe say the least boring place.
your steps are firm and confident, but temporiert normal and down scale directly to the person who sits at the main entrance. Sees you come along and starts to grin. to grin So that your heart rises and you melt the innards from heat then. The boiling blood is rising as you excited smile on your face and laugh lines from where it forms in high speed.
Joko is in good spirits, and you have no idea why he stands there and waits for you. But you have a guess as you contact him and Palina is also hooked on his gentleman-like offer his arm.
From there back, the would-be kitchen from the Studio, ekes Palina in most of their broadcasting time, the world has other dimensions. Enter the perspectives and points of view other truths known.
you will suddenly fear and worry, while Joko greets you. Palina a brief smile of your throws, and then concentrated with a view of your eyes. The world tilts, and you move it not a bit on the girl, with what moves you through the entrance into the open and then elegantly raises your midst.
"Until next week," she turns around again to say goodbye to you. The night and the artificial light they dress as it has done the best of each stage and leisure outfit ever. Her accessories, this openness and this confident, cunning you the language, as they briefly waved. Then you winks and you feel have their eyelashes stress right on your cheek.
"Oh and Joko?
" Yes? "
" Klaas tell what you did there. "Along with her laughter is Palina disappeared. Is still there, in your mind, no doubt, like a star, before a cloud has moved. Its light and presence are not to be denied though.
you can,
And you stand there, studied by a suddenly very curious Joko, who can not wait. The inside is so tense like a bow and outward appearance with the tips of his shoes against each other falls. Before his face swirls white winter breath as his grin widens in your ongoing exchange of glances, even before you've even opened his mouth.
He suspects it.
Palina know.
And you understand that Joko just after you've looked you in the mission of the written song about him from you, do not just say so, saying he loves you.
"separated from each other please."
?
. . . . . . . . . . . .
The otherwise a colorful carnival resulting city lights were despite the fact that it was in Berlin a capital city, most of them off. were brave in rows on both side of the road building as fair booths closed to each other, which lay dormant before cars like their noise sleep partygoers. Caring put the street lights a fine blanket of dull light mild-over roads, pavement and the car series. Every now and then is discharged into a showcase of this overall picture and recruited dull for attention.
fell on the windshield at irregular intervals, a thick rain drops, not often. Just often enough to recall a fact that the sky or otherwise interfered in the scene as a cloudy Night blackness.
Joko recognized the street where they had both just Klaas driven carelessly by, first, when she was completely taken by him.
"Uh, yes I will say nothing, but we have since gemusst left." To half the seat turning round, he checked his statement the safe side with a shoulder check unvorbildlichen. The road sign had read not long ago, but the ugly driving school at the corner with the unparalleled taste decorated window simply put everything and everyone in the shade. Even drunk and it was obvious and had been the one a few times piloted home safely.
"Klaas", turned Joko now back to his colleague who drove under the cheerful sound of Frank Sinatra just as Joko had never opened his mouth.
"Yes" Somehow, he was a very suspicious: This hidden approach of a meaningful, mischievous grin that tried to hide in Klaas' cheeks to Joko to weigh in safety.
"You are driving me but home already?"
"nonsense. I'm going to my home. 've Got two healthy legs. "
" Yes, sure. Now kidding me here. "The guarantee in just this second to the plate clapping raindrops Joko that he definitely did not want middle of the night by Klaas' home run of his own back. At that time he was indeed not even a tram, let alone a bus!
The only reaction of the younger was a nonchalant shrug, which had a exasperated sigh.
"Hey, that will not do. Me only on these carts porn Oscars and then just expose in the night. I'll still never live in my home, it's in the fucking country! "
had been a reason why most people Joko not visited, but he is always a printing" Yes, hmm, come on you yet over. " got to hear. This beautiful district of Berlin, Joko said the be against his will by an absolute majority in perspective without Assis aroused all natural flight instincts.
"You got him stirred up," Klaas was not the last one said, and said straight sober.
Uncomprehending blinking, Joko pulled the nose.
"I got him stirred up?" He repeated slowly and then only understood as the words slowly in the acoustics of his own voice in his brain leaked out what actually alluded Klaas.
"Oh, I got him stirred up,"
"Give it to do?"
"What? Nee! " Would be even better. Joko was still not around around the laughter, when he joined the moment had Prince Marcus von Anhalt Klaas with hands and tongue assumed again called pre inner eye.
"Come, I know you've talked with the type, just before he"
"You can go there now, the next way, and left." All the accusations, ignoring Joko pointed in that direction, as they now came to a stop at a traffic light. In front of them lurched a pack of white, cheap Deichmann boots, a solarium tan overdose and Ed Hardy clothes on the street and yell something like a falling birth of the Turkish Version of "You have the nicest ass in the world" and Sido's "bad example" sound. The midwife seemed to be Scooter.
Klaas' hands unfolded and were loose on the wheel.
"No."
"What, no ? Age, you make me home now! I'm non-crazy 'and run from your house made of me back! "
" punishment ", Klaas condemned without mercy, what an outraged aufkeuchen left. Joko somehow had not expected that the well-running evening could change suddenly and snapped angrily accordingly.
"What then?
The red traffic light gave Klaas' smile a little more insanity, as it was found that as we now calling upon anglimmte and was even served a sugar-sweet shrug.
"Klaas ...!", extended admonition to Joko in the direction of the indicator itself was being addressed and by which he reaped immediate impact on the knuckles.
"fins away,"
"You go now left. Got it? "
" I leave it here to say nothing of one, the other is instructed to kiss me because he has not even the eggs, in the pants! "The traffic light
switchte from red to orange and the next second was reached in green. Klaas
that actually went straight on, Joko not realized the next ten seconds. Something in his head had just been broken, the reality had been cut with something usual gross Metzger care out of her surgery and a hastily pushed back to life.
It took another five seconds, rose to Joko, that it dealt with an unknown chain of consciousness, subconscious and heart rate. The feeling drove as offense through him like a lightning strike finished.
"That's true but not at all!" Despite one night was sure to be 100 percent that an unusual piercing the red face on the body of lead. Especially since we saw Klaas proceed from the angle of the eye unflinchingly. The odd cheeky smile still nestled in his mouth and held it higher than it was love Joko. His head suddenly the idea was born, on the spot to tear open the car door and throw in the best stuntman-mania out of the vehicle: the most exciting, Meshing, prallend possibly against another vehicle. But both the fall and a nasty society in the street could not compete with the increasingly insupportable for Joko atmosphere in the car.
"Klaas, I do not know, what this guy has when you -too- always told, but that should only be a Joke. "Of course, Marcus had been taken briefly to the side when Klaas was busy with other guests, and shown him the direction. But certainly Joko had told this man not breathe a word about why he would do the so love to do.
There should be a joke. Officially at least.
"This was not a Joke."
What and when Marcus had a ride in the Sun so much shit?
And damn, why Klaas murder was so intelligent to draw the right conclusions from the affair? Could not he please exceptionally times comply with prejudice and, so entirely without his high school and as a trained hairdresser, just stupid ? Was it too much to ask of him to conform to the stereotype?
"was a thought's. Had I used to laugh? And it was only a kiss ... "
" A really nasty kiss ", one of the younger corrected immediately and encouraged to not just Joko's well-being. This was not least because this was difficult to assess how acid Klaas was really the whole story. Since he did not scream and not cutting acted offended, it might not be so very bad.
the other hand, it was Joko worse than ever, as Klaas simply ran out of it, they wanted something from him. And if Joko was able to revise that decision again, he doubted just strong. Leaned unnoticed by themselves in the direction against the passenger door and breathed flaring panic, the Central burned his chest. As if there is something there burn away that did not belong out there.
"And now?", Was asked at some point, the view from Klaas away as if they were holding him in such a bright light source, one that he would be blind soon. About Joko's voice had a quiet effort looped sound, which was given by the vibration in his throat like a concrete shell cracks. He felt miserable. More than that, even if it just took ...
went to Klaas What if music was important for him? Was not as if Joko intends ever to admit it to him ...
They wanted to find only on the basis of Klaas' reaction to Marcus kiss deposit if Klaas was broadcast in any manner in the cards. Something would say, would reveal something that Joko's life easier. Instead, the opposite had arrived.
"Hoff I for times up, you can do to make amends. I 'kissed NEM man and then as the turn-off, and that only because of you, "interrupted Klaas' my, first time out of a clear answer to perky.
"funny."
"No, definitely not '." No, definitely not
. It did so not by chance that one much prefer to plug in REM sleep the houses looked as Klaas.
With each passing minutes awaited Joko, his colleague would finally get away from this strange mood. Klaas could be quietly angry, or just say "You listen, you can use the beat from the head" or better yet, pretend that he would not even know. There were so many behavioral options, the Joko would have preferred. But just as the thing just now was, Klaas was kind of strange to them. Challenging does not even know if Joko said this is reality, but was holding out of it.
How could he just assume?
Joko had not flirted with him or thrown him treacherously promising looks nor Klaas encountered in any other way with his nose on it.
shit, Klaas was really a bit too clever for one or had at some point, beyond Joko's memories of the evening, talking with Marcus ...
Perhaps he was still angry and had a well endure so now here as one of those unfortunate people who sit in front and wait for operating rooms have that at some point someone has the kindness to let them know whether the person who just lies there under the knife, will ever wake up again.
shallow breathing, Joko raised his hand through his hair in order to emphasize and to support then suddenly become very hard head. The condition of the road was transmitted through the car shaking on his mind.
"Can I just go home? Please. "As before Klaas said nothing and it is not necessarily more time with him wanted to spend in the car than is necessary, efforts were made to vote again. They still sounded like a building, in the large signs warning of a collapse at any moment arrive could be trumpeted to the world.
"But that 's quite a detour from here. 'm Almost me. "
What Klaas did not say! And yes he was guilty even not in it!
"I'd really like you now a hit in the face."
"Would you? You would much like to. Can it be? "The splashed by Joko poison him started if this retort to destroy itself. Immunity or an antidote seemed sadly out of reach.
"... It's not funny, Klaas", decided to yield to the Elder finally, when he realized his anger aground on the beach of Klaas' unalterable determination. Maybe it was Klaas yes funny that you liked him more than he had previously thought. Perhaps he found it even funny that you look like a choke on his own feelings before him lay defenseless animal, Joko was not in any case. But his body was too grief pregnant. This was Klaas' next reply with their cutting-Déjà Vu character to offensive:
"No, definitely not."
There would be nothing to insist once more on the here and now to be left out of the car. There would be nothing, now rip open the door and bring the same careful thought Stuntman number ... Contrary to expectation Joko
sent Klaas a sparkling grin of the mark sparkler at the wrong time towards the passenger seat. "And I'm still wondering why you give me the last few weeks have gone about as extreme auf'n bag"
All garnier border laugh perched like a cherry on a huge sundae at the mere sight Joko was amiss. Love should not do so much. And for the usual, they did not, they could disappoint and intoxicated as she could, but this ...? That was a fourth dimension, which had no other people ever have to enter.
Perhaps it was his own silence, or in fact due to be germinated nausea Paleness, which attracted querbeet on Joko face and despite night unmistakable traces there left, it was clear Klaas had folded the grin again as he is now seriously at one objected:
"But," This was not so. " That's it. "The syllables were untouchable as thousands of years carved in stone letters. It would have given it, the trembling inside, including over-stretched to exchange against a vibrant heart nearly as soundly based. Joko's only consolation was that Klaas now parked the car. Even before the engine was issued, had taken off and thrown open the door.
".. Uh, what do you do?" Echoed it, absurdly surprised to Joko over.
"Go home." Another option was a so bad. This clarification, opened the door Joko much more violent than necessary, and felt simultaneously covered with the loud, echoing through the silent street crack of the door, a drop in his neck. The cold water, hung a shuddering veil over it.
opened behind him now, the driver's door.
"Joko, nee ...!"
quieter door were Esch. Steps to obtain the imaginary one, and only made sure that the addressee immediately increased his pace. Behind him was pike, then registered Joko, like someone grabbed his right arm in order to stop him.
The contact provided for an immediate Auffauchen his part, including tear below:
"What?" Pointed
"I live up there," Klaas with the hand that had touched just yet Joko's arm, up to one of the residences. The following view, Joko had to take a step back. A further drop that hit his cheek and somewhere down the beads in his mouth got reminded Joko not pass to the unending feeling in himself that had him Klaas' forced insensitive approach.
"Is I know. "It was more whispered than said.
Klaas dared actually still twitching his shoulders and half his guilt therefore incomprehensible gestures to reject.
"Why are you so angry?"
The issue was the emotional junk in Joko suddenly fly into the air, even better than it had any explosives can do.
"Why are you so crap to me, when you know that!" The bite on the tongue with which he himself did the brakes just in time, damn hurt. If they lost in the future, a sense of sweet, sour or salty, then at least you knew who you to the owed!
"Yes ..?" Klaas could make it seem not to be. He teased. And that made a just angry. Sadly. Whatever!
Joko snorted.
snorted so loud, that would still blazing fire in his chest actually have to be blowing as he shook his head.
"Forget it!"
Klaas he should just leave it alone. Then again maybe everything could be reasonably good. If and when Joko to get drunk tomorrow night right, someone towed away and have sex would be highly aggressive.
But only then. And not when Klaas now here rehearse the uprising of the uncomprehending and that "I really do not know why you're so überreagierst" intensified view. Unfortunately, he did just that ..
"Oh man ..!", said rebellion began with a tremendously deep sigh, the reproach by the rain-mounted air in the direction of the Older spilled. "Now when I say that I'm not the only reason you went home because I do not want us to go to sleep separately, you stay then?"
The city seemed dead and Joko wondered if this internal explosion in it wiped out in the end was far more than he had initially sought. Remote his awareness of his body was wet, dark spots distributed on the Fabric of his green suit and made him realize that Klaas had made for the first time the grin on his face. That his features could also be inherent in a nervous, the Joko had not seen for much too long. Something that was real and which one is, in contrast to the looming superiority could arrange ...
"... Have not you?" Got out of the arms reach out for insurance insistence Joko's lips, and handed over to Klaas. And its slow, but solid pitching was a gallant gesture on the verbal.
A good deal of relief overcame then Joko's mind as a good measure of sedation, which he incidentally did a favor to put his heart quietly hysterical.
were
Meanwhile Klaas' hands as restless spirits out of the air moved into his trouser pockets. Completely, as they knew nothing clever to do with themselves.
"Okay," asked her owner sheepishly when a perceived moment of silence between them towered like an ugly mountain of dirty dishes.
But if that was okay? Whether that now everything was just so right? Joko's teeth gave freely of his tongue and tried to none, as he pressed his jaws together and would have been playing on the best hair. He was angry, he was injured. Just not the first time that he never had Klaas can remember. Maybe there was just located the bug that they had both brought into this predicament.
"No, not okay", they chose a clear voice that drew from the depths of the prevailing emotions in Joko. "You notice sometimes not easy, that you überspannst the bow and then ... then you are correct shit. "
jumped an automatic defense mechanism by Klaas and wanted to leave immediately reply, but Joko gave him no opportunity, but said more consistently.
"No, nothing to say because now easy. Just think about it sometimes, sometimes that's really too much. And when you's to tomorrow have done it: you know when I get up about. Bring sandwiches with. Maybe I'll make you even then the door. "
Perhaps, by then had caught again and not emotionally disappointed to death was because Klaas had played the asshole card ...
That seemed a moment longer than necessary to wait, just after he had been forbidden the mouth vigorously. On the roofs of cars on the left pladderten now very excited drops and enjoyed their homemade music night and the rare audience.
"... maybe?" Pointed Klaas which he announced on probability gently as if it were an ancient marble, that was forgotten long ago by children there and had almost only fit at least as long under a thick layer of dirt their existence. Not knowing if she would ever again be brought to light. His eyes went the way to a brief search on the sidewalk, as they looked around for something important, until it is again lifted and the important thought found in Joko's eyes.
"Can 'a definitely' from the, perhaps be, if I now go home?"
In the back of his head began Joko's emotional life to be understood gradually, why he was standing right here, why Klaas stood before him, and why they ever before whose house stood. Screws seemed tighten, the apparatus was allowed to resume service. Stripped from the resulting paralysis from injury and crowned the eye contact with the possibly longest it had ever existed between them.
... because I do not want us to go to sleep separately ...
That would also need not be if Klaas had not screwed up so terribly ...
hopefully would not need to be more, because it would not screw up Klaas tomorrow.
Unconsciously Joko chewed on his lower lip, tasted fresh and new city of rain, dying flames and entering recovery.
... because I do not want us to separate go to sleep ...
Reconciliation crawled to him as a fine harbinger of a smile on his face, the tension caused his facial muscles and let him pass march straight to Klaas. To hit his hand on the wet rain the passenger door handle.
"If I eh too far, so walk away."
Was not like as if you - if, on the way home their own principles to be of just spontaneously unfaithful - not even a double bed in the bedroom are available.
"We go to sleep now."
"separated from each other please."
?
can be the 3rd Story hear this song .
"theme song."
"... and the temperatures climb again today to a pleasant 24 degrees. Showers are not expected. It blows a moderate southwest wind ... "Somehow
goes Klaas' Comment next to the weather, the sounds from the small radio, which is pretty much in the middle of the pushed-together desks, under rigorous. Music is played. Joko is no reaction, except brisk tap, where you could almost expect it to leave private Internet use at work . Close
casts a critical with a twisted mouth Klaas angle from the window in the bright summer morning out, which penetrates in the form of buoyant blobs through the half-lowered blinds. Not a proper blind, only one of these "above the window bolted parts from sheet metal," which confronts the light about as effective as a thick, musty curtain. Except that it just looks more elegant.
loudly clearing his throat, you can change the view of Joko, the taps are still merrily to himself.
"theme song," Klaas repeated his concerns and argues against the warbled from the radio in the world, "Pa-Pa-Pa-Poker Face" which has become so well established as a world religion on this planet. Lady Gaga: not bad, you have to admit that yourself, but for Klaas also not the ultimate. He lacks the mood in the songs, the heart looks like metal. Whether including once again suggests a real heart of flesh and blood, he can not say right. The blonde lady is the greatest difficulty in the listener and viewer to think of it, to look at the floor of their reality.
is finally broken at the opposite desk typing, less so, because Joko has seen one, but primarily because he has somehow noticed in passing that Klaas wants something.
"What did you say? "is the evidence articulated by Klaas' theory. He rubs the tips of the teeth on his lower lip and then trying to be louder than Miss No. 1 who knew how many countries.
"theme song!"
"Ah." The older man nodded. Klaas and is satisfied if at least until the next words.
"As the top have been concerned drum, as far as I know."
of the top ...?
Joko wrong in the chorus of Poker Face with one, with both the voice and the body. Nod to the beat. His fingers let their attention to return the keys.
An inner desire to fulfill themselves in the next minute, Klaas stretched across his desk until he reached the fateful radio and it is silenced by pressing a key.
"The top?" He is on Joko's most irritated (and if you do not deceive a little angry) look, a sample of his bewildered thoughts.
"This is still our show!"
"... yes, all right," given to him discreetly right, with further Joko sit back and studied it with detuned eyebrows. "But if the good ideas, then"
"I thought I had gone to those made about them." It allows not only that Joko befriends the fact that, others would soon tear the opening and probably the entire regiment of the show itself. Was not the charm of the whole, that they both have a damn great voice? Klaas is the case because of its fairly safe even when it is confronted with a distasteful mix of skepticism and indifference.
"whassup?" Joko gives absolutely do not seem as interested in him the whole thing great. By the time he completed his question to a statement. "I've since thought about something."
And that confused him now more than ever.
"What? You too? "
"Yeah, finally, our mission."
A whole rock to a calming succinct randomly said the truth comes from the heart. Klaas correctly observed as to how the relaxation blazes through his veins and allows him to approach the conversation light and relaxed. Even with an enthusiastic smile.
"Just so's! So, how does your concept? Or have you just been 'nen song? I mean, we do anyway just so 'n short intro. But "
Joko dismisses, and stretches his turn to the radio, so there it Klaas breath as Lady Gaga loud chirps through the office. By voting a painful Understanding seeps into one.
one runs the cold gray down the back, the longer the artificially conceived in a test tube reverberate with music based on their genetic defects beats you. Klaas does believe, his own division of opposing the modern nature.
Pa-Pa-Pa-Poker Face ... Pa-Pa-Poker Face ...!
At the other desk, the wide grin and a warm and steals so shamelessly in Klaas' body, like the sun into the office.
Lady Gaga? - It's just fun. This message reads Klaas arbitrarily from the enthusiasm of his opponent.
For what else? Can not be serious indeed, outside
"Cool, huh? I mean, it does not necessarily his poker face, the whole album of her is a blast. "
The foot, the Klaas unnoticed by itself, has laid on its side, slips away from him. His body follows, so he awkwardly on the chair must hold firm and do not know how he just now still could be so confident.
Joko meant it seriously. Meanwhile
uncomprehending facial expression can suddenly no doubt more.
"man ...!" nee Klaas want to scream, but must first gain his composure. "Not really, right?"
"Yes what? That's "
" No! People will think they have landed at RTL2 advertising! But the place right away! "With an unbridled rage to Klaas braces on his elbow, leans back inelegant to the radio and puts it in final. His opinion is written to him as a red colored anger in the face.
The now einkehr silence louder than the music ever was.
calls with sharpened concentration Joko him out to look duel. They now share an office together for how long? Not long enough, anyway. The first show is planned, still far from a first scene shot. And if the Klaas here already heard, he doubts that they ever have to make the effort, something like a clever song title to search.
"Rubbish! The effort has been sold not for nothing that thousands of times! People hear you! "
" Until they get out is to the ears! "
In the room the temperature is rising faster than outside, and headed straight to a thunderstorm.
still based on the desk, Klaas subtle sparkles. Not ready, in the crazy idea of Lady Gaga tune as the theme song. The problem is mainly, if not now, he expresses his views, and Joko accordance with those above d', then he does now look like this intro. And actually, he does not feel like it, is bizarre to make shapes and flashes of glitter paint your face or wear a white-blonde wig. This can make Palina, perhaps, but then is left for him only the role of an expectant patted dog. Also, a highly unsatisfactory performance ...!
"Yes, what did you für'n proposal?" Joko sounds gooey. Not like someone who is here now like to open and listen to what his colleague has to say. So what biased!
makes Nevertheless, Klaas herüberwinkende a hand movement and attacks with your other hand on the mouse to open the Internet.
is reluctantly hauled in front of the chair and covered the few steps. Actually, it's something Klaas used differently. Actually, Joko is always relative interested in what you have to contribute.
Now he turns his hands in his pockets, just behind one and pulls a face while Klaas is feeding the search from youtube with song and artist.
"Love", it echoes Klaas from behind in the neck, as Joko has condescended to take his hands from his pockets and to nonchalantly on Klaas' chair. The song has not even started, and instead of a response or a justification, you simply increase the volume.
L is for the way you look at me
Presumably Joko find it quite inappropriate.
O is for the only one I see
Too bad that Klaas already seen passing by the whole concept in his mind's eye.
V is very very extra-ordinary
that the smell of aftershave Joko slowly interfere in this concept does not diminish the.
E is even more than anyone that you adore can
it takes care to ensure that efforts to breathe shallow and Nat King Cole's voice can speak for themselves.
"I thought so at the place now ..." Not more than a whisper, now begins the chorus rolls Klaas from a red carpet and felt strangely caressed by the warm air that touches his right side of the face regularly.
On his shoulder is one to not just seen before weight.
Love is all that I could give to you
Love is more than just a game for two Two in love
can make it Take my heart and please do not break it
Love was made for me and you
as bad as it can not be, right?
comes at least from Joko no sound, no snorting and no negative aura that would give one the impression somehow, as if the song for him absolute crap. Klaas can only speak for himself, and he loves the song. Because it is easy its like an invitation to the dance of love is. Because it is honest, and because you do not want to say no.
He wanted to not say no, when he got the offer to make MTV Home.
Stealth try one lenses to the side and catch Joko. But the angle is too sharp, and so is the task Klaas up immediately. Look back at the screen and sit still. Still just as silent as the weight of him on the shoulder as Joko's chin has now become fully aware.
And the music calls for a movement that can make a straight rip from just inside the feet. Klaas believes at least until he locates him a well-known voice, which is quite Nestled naturally in the text has the words and draw like an elegant dance partner as such. Tight, close, letting them turn space to unfold, and they finally retiring in their own spell.
L is for the way you look at me O is for
the only one I see
He's not a world class singer, but has become cope Moderator; Klaas is already clear. Nevertheless, he sings, long before he can worry about it. His heart turns the sounds and syllables equally with harmony and serenity, so that they reach for Joko's consciousness.
V is very, very extraordinary E is even more
than anyone that you adore can
It works really well. Joko begins to smile. Unmistakable, and for him probably quite unexpectedly. Klaas find yourself on top of that the process of bringing the last lines with an enormously broad grin behind. Until his final Love was made for me and you of the tongue slips, and drops him at the end of the music back into the room. In this room with the sun spots, which extend across the white walls and create a map like a world that has not seemed to exist. The
it only to be discovered.
continue with happy grin flickering eyelashes must Klaas. As Joko's small but dimples supporting laughter joined them mixed, in addition to Klaas' face a blush in the action.
"Like me," emphasizes the positive verdict warm and flattering Klaas' cheek along and leaves him stunned with a sporadic reformulate "Really?". So really expected he had not before about five minutes ...
"Yes, that's shock-front top. My voice thou hast "The weight of leaves Klaas' shoulder as secretly as it has emerged. What he offers just enough room to turn his head and his disbelief for a second time to lend his voice.
"Did I?"
"Did you, "laughs Joko again and before we can understand the things that slipped one of his arms on the chair, a half-embrace. The hand swings somewhere on Klaas' chest and sends his mind on vacation.
that a return ticket is not included, understands Klaas, when his brain finally adopted and dazzled him, as someone kiss his cheek. Because it but somehow can not be - because it is actually pretty sure, actually ... although ... - Creeps him, in addition to another, good portion of redness, a quizzical expression in his face.
Joko's eyebrows are then lovely semi-circles, as they drift amused in the air.
"war is not so every day singing a love song. Since I can almost not fail. "
probably has its own air of something from a car inside them, otherwise you can not explain Joko sustained laughter with which he now goes up again, rightly puts his glasses and then zurückschlendert to his place . to pay is not without a coquettish wink Klaas, which makes this, overcome with embarrassment, look back at the screen.
He should go up. He really should. Once he has reverted to a reasonably normal complexion.
. END.
"Are not you ashamed, too?" Does
Sometimes it hurt to see his own recordings. Because the facial expression can best be described with the word grimace, or because you had a moment of light beyond understanding.
Sometimes it's uncomfortable to see his own recordings.
And sometimes it is simply embarrassing.
The light of the studio it has a third degree heat and appears in Klaas' head have planted them in order, such as vegetables to harvest through his cheeks. Despite Hook professional make-up he is not going to suspect that the moment a little too cheerfully plucks at his blush, so to crumble his make-up starts and it equally embarrassed as lamination, can grin. For if there is something that often save their own ass on TV, it is to be able to laugh at yourself. In even the most abstruse of life.
that he was wrapped after a terrible procedure of sick ideas in aluminum foil and cured with raw eggs is the tip of an iceberg embarrassing. During the shooting was coming even before it Klaas langwährig too, but now that everything cut together again and really unpleasant compressed, has the final exorcism clip viewer, the penetrating power of a golden shot. Except that Klaas dignity 'is pretty much the only thing that has to believe in it. The rest is retained and allows it as a Nightmare of a vegetative state back to: spiritual entirely clear, but also caught in this situation because he simply can not go away or stop .
grin, the cameramen, who also by the government grins Palina behind Klaas, and generally anyone here is currently in the studio and the finished masterpiece is considered, grinning like the new-born happiness himself. How many rows of teeth flash forth hereunder amused curled lips, one might not work out. There are definitely too many. Each one is one too many.
The wicked shame can not spontaneously decide what was actually lower now on, Klaas but argues strongly for just that moment when he is sitting in the studio and this cursed ever has in aluminum foil to get swallowed. And has previously been in a knee-length yellow rain coat without pants there. And sometime before that has papered over the bath, the tiles with pictures of Joko.
sky ...
Is it any wonder that he does not know what else to do, as behind and held out a fist clenched hand mitzugrinsen and a rhetorical question to ask. One, toward which he has pretty much expect any response from Joko - starting with a simple yes uncommented laughter to a dear Diss Just not the one actually selects Joko, unpredictable as he gets up from the sofa and suddenly stands next to you. Into a bent down and Klaas are only legal to be ashamed. Because he had a simple way without the written follow a script and just anywhere, kisses on the cheek.
Been Kissed!
Still in the second in which to register his lips on his own face, you would like to finally sink into the ground. Not only that, Joko probably feels like warm Klaas already is, but - hello? Are you on the air! The broadcast is here! On TV! Shown to everyone. And then it ends up still on the homepage of their show. Also for all to see! And possibly youtube. Shown to the world!
And yes, dammit, Klaas has basically been grateful that Joko is simple for one, 'and' polite 'and' conservative 'kiss decided in relation to other people (keyword: porn Oscars, even unintentionally before the lens off snogs Klaas quite enough in life!), but ... He wants to get up and go anyway, and he does not want the whole world is watching how Joko kisses him. Ironically, Joko.
revised in thought, he be just verdict and this event honors once the absolute most painful climax of his life. Without understanding each other - because in fact, roughly speaking, evaluated with the kind of rationality - that kiss on the cheek is absolutely nothing. Neither merely REPRESENTATIONS still shameful.
The deeper meaning - that is, what it does, eventually, Klaas embarrassing - is therefore solely by Klaas. This knowing and many times better spürend responded, his whole body reflex. His subconscious mind directs the plan is a total disaster - not by Klaas knew the time that he ever has - and leaves him with body, mind and affection retreat.
His shoulders tense up during this process, his cross contracts as well as his Muscles and his face, as he withdraws Joko. With the fingers of one hand touching Joko's shoulder to make it clear with little emphasis, yet, reject.
to create distance.
the world to keep from the here and to see him.
The rest of Klaas' body wants to run away to join a distance, and emphasize the unplanned contribution from the rotational flow rigorously. In a flash the smile slip from his mouth. His lips are instead a disgruntled "Yes, is 'good' deals, which is entirely infiltrated by itself in its moderation. A virus is it and reprogrammed how it lives. His body finally has a plausible reason for increased temperature.
"What? I'm looking! ", Pokes fun at Joko on Klaas' definitely too high fretted ornament. The cameramen only grin even wider, in some cases is giggling. Partly behind hands held out, sometimes bluntly. Klaas is the same for both bad and he is afraid to blow like a light bulb. If you were to stop him right now and ask what he wound down there for a text that he could give no information. He has not the faintest idea what he's talking about. It follows the concept. And scratches to his face somehow to get back under control, short on the nose. Without asking a glance Joko or anyone else, it's like this first presentation moments where you notice that you be stuck with a total time in front of the camera. And all see it, and you can not stop it. It is cut, if you're lucky. Fortunately, if done correctly, is called "Cut" said and decided to turn the whole scene again.
Unfortunately, nobody saved Klaas. Probably because no one sees a serious reason for it. Because he alone knows the reason and hoarding and would leave nothing in the world ...
He is sick with heat from the air so heavy appearing studio in the good mood of all the others Joko of Affection. Of his affection for them.
"... little bit careful that we not only as intellectual nonsense now make MTV Home. The fact that people feel excluded because, Oh, the clever-clever program crashes, you know, the ?...", Klaas gesticulating in the memorized announcement, with his arms crossed before his chest. He is back together with his secret in the chair refuses to be checked shirt stuck to his unpleasant sweaty back and he subconsciously fear that someone might see and hear his heart beating through his ribs, or trying to hide. If it were not so loud, so clumsy, so clumsy and so treacherous, with a small kiss on the cheek to fall totally over the moon ... Then have a look
Klaas ease in the next few minutes no serious problems with Joko in the eye.
Then he would not now be ashamed of so ...
