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It was disproportionate Yes
This she gave to Klaas neither shake shake yet.
go to this stage at Rock am Ring and on personal request, Joko, Angels slam 'need was simply unreasonable. So much evil had not been done to his colleagues. let him beat up more or less, well, that was perhaps not have been okay. And that one himself every time no matter how insignificant victory is always praised in the sky, well so be it. All that did not change the fact that it was utterly disproportionate to what had Joko invented here and the infamous name spontaneous if I were you XXL "wore.
On edge of the stage standing, more or less voluntarily listened Klaas Joko's announcement. There were no trappings before coming for him. He would have to sing. Oh God, how he would sing.
And how it would look Joko.
"Fuck the people. Do it for me ", that was a while ago in passing, yet whispered. Where the whisper had taken place in a normal volume, and only if the Noise level could pass as a whisper. Somewhere over the words they had felt Joko's own hand on the shoulder as she lay there, slightly squeezed and confidence signaled, however, his cheerful voice gave you the feeling as a warm sunlight on the skin crawl.
"Only," Klaas had tried to mock, but he doubted that Joko had not heard. This fact could be seen only from behind, and he was suddenly in the middle of this huge stage and incited the mob.
Who knows MTV Home? - The response to many like a lot.
That was really good. Shit, they were known, popular.
The knowledge backbone Klaas wandered along like a big huge tropical spider, and he could each of the hairy legs carefully feel on the skin, while his nerves of steel hooked and its blood vessels were dilated by adrenaline.
He looked at the note down, had prepared the Joko for him. Only if the security text to be desired could be. There would be no shortened version, it was clear to both of them. Klaas was allowed to bleed without mercy ...
shone a strange addition to the title structure, consisting of a semicolon, a slash and a brace: was
;-) The whole thing with magic pen been: not fast and not slow, which was unusual for Joko. Either he was in a hurry or not. This was different temporiert. This was especially made for Klaas. His attention wandered down further, the end of the already slightly tattered sheet on which had a few erratic dents gathered. The right corner was bent inward, a dog's ear, which was already in the paper, as Klaas had obtained it.
The deflection sake he had the right hand edge of the paper sliding down until she met on the corner. In the background, the crowd cheered, Klaas' hearing was waiting for a header, to the invitation to step out behind the stage. He did not hear it. He wished Just in the future. have good, he might have done worse, but this was just ... corrosive. good for nothing. Disproportionate given.
under his thumb, on the bright paper, greeted him suddenly a little irregular. It is not difficult to recognize as the heart and originating from the same pen that was also responsible for the smiley.
Rock am Ring was Klaas has never been as quiet as in that moment, as a simple, form subscribed by its mere presence of his consciousness with sound-proof walls of artificially barring any noise. Against his ribs pressed his accelerated heartbeat, wiped his neck in a matter of seconds and he refused to blink. His skin stretched Sun so when his body would be just about to burst at the seams.
Then there was a feeling, a definite knowledge that one looked Joko. Klaas' views raised himself on his intuition, his thumb bent back around the corner, meanwhile, satisfied, while his feet step before the next set and carried him to the stage. Something I should not care what he told people. At least his mind was just the matter - and he was even then no matter, as he shortly afterwards of his voice an original amendment to Robbie Williams 'Angels ' undertook:
... I'm loving Joko instead
hours later he is still no telltale "This is the spinner who has any talent whatsoever 'Angels' are given the best "written on his forehead. Klaas is reviewed separately in the mirror, turns slightly left and rotates slightly to the right. Moves unexpectedly while the curly head, before he tired of leaving the hotel bathroom and enters the darkened room. Outside, the silence and darkness have blended into something that is popularly known as night and the human body leads them to distribute melatonin. His body houses like this just definitely more than he bargained for.
"Have you set the alarm clock," he asks at Joko addressed, which is already in the double bed - the side, one hand half pushed under the pillow - and away from Klaas' glowing night-table lamp.
"Joko", yet the quiet insistence you step up close enough to the bed to catch a glimpse of Joko's face. His hairstyle has passed for now from its intended form, the strands fall confused, have created vast shadow, projecting partially Joko's forehead over his eyes. His eyes closed.
Klaas begins to understand when he estimated for five seconds still stands there. Just look and listen. Breathing stops, listening to music. With the eyes follow you the thin, white cords that end in ear plugs, which in turn are housed in Joko's ears. His iPhone is right next to the mattress, only two fingers on the edge of the bed. A balancing act, which can be a movement born in the sleep set a quick end ...
Indefinite long stays still and you just look. Consider, without knowing what actually. But it just always fascinated Klaas of finding these people otherwise so energetic Sun Meanwhile
Klaas standing there and nothing to do with themselves know the music is slowly taking shape. Being overtired Combined brain in slow motion. The melody is familiar Klaas, he guessed applause, he registered a vote.
He recognizes himself
Although it does not surprise him, he feels weightless and blushing. His body is only half as graceful as his mind, so it requires enormous effort to climb into bed without waking Joko. As it has done
Klaas, he looks at the ceiling before he rolled to the side, discreetly supported and listened again. The song is from the beginning. Joko has apparently set it on repeat. You do not ask why he does it. It would have not only dared to dream that he does. The impressively wrings from Klaas' heart like a strong Laundress can and gently pull him to the white wires. Both earplugs as Parry's word and dangle in the air shortly thereafter. The weight of relocating, it is stretched across Joko to get to the iPhone.
the music ceased, as Klaas gave the order. Just at the moment, as if you made him something very important versa, Joko back into the world of the guards - or at least in the world of half-awake. A loud sigh slips through his lips, under the flickering his eyelids. He stares at the night table, dazed and not being able to define what is bothering him suddenly Sun Why this was-also-always was strong enough to get him to back out of sleep.
creeps Then his gaze to Klaas, who has been unable to move.
up ".. already ..?", swirl Joko mumbled words a desperate counter and let one shake his head negatively once. The gesture of sweeping the soothing fears of Joko's face and lets his eyes fall to calm down. He slept less than Klaas. Joko sleeps less than Klaas principle that holds still the iPhone is neither right nor wrong happens. The device does not belong to him, but he and Joko ... well, theoretically you would think, Klaas could touch it without reservation. But it is not knitted. He always has a certain respect for property other. He himself may well not if you just go to his things.
This is only a cell phone, or a toy - depending on how you see's just.
Before turning back, swallows it. It stares, considering you. And finally kisses Joko very lightly on the cheek, the one facing due Joko pose. The
is already so in order, by Klaas. He would like it if it were reversed and Joko did. Klaas and knows what he speaks: Joko kissed him on many occasions.
Nothing in all this is disproportionate.
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