Act III, Scene VIII
This scene is quite long, enjoy!
The doorbell rang, the sound echoing through the empty house. She had been staring at the off-white ceiling for the past two hours, considering life, death, and whether or not it was worth the effort to drag herself out of bed to get breakfast. Anna had half a mind to ignore it. If it was for Shelly, she would be of little use. If it was for a charity, mail, or some religion or another, well… they could just come back later. But apparently the mystery guest was not so easily to be ignored, for the bell rang again, this time more insistently. Anna hoisted herself out of bed with much difficulty, and padded over to the door on bare feet. Opening it just a crack, she was surprised to find it was Bill Kaulitz who was standing on her doorstep, looking as immaculate as ever, even with his messy – but obviously styled – out-of-bed hair.
‘Anna,’ he greeted, ‘Do you mind if I come in?’
She considered making up an excuse, but found herself shaking her head before she even realised it. When he stepped into the small hallway, Anna suddenly became of herself and her state of undress. Directing him to the living room, she quickly excused herself and locked herself away in the bathroom.
Anna looked a mess. It was two in the afternoon and she was still in her pyjamas, braless, with bedroom hair that had not been washed in two days and bags under her eyes that bespoke her many sleepless nights. Raking a hand through her wayward hair, she sprayed deodorant in both of her armpits and an excessive amount of perfume on any other body part that she could reach. She hastily brushed her teeth, then her hair, and hoisted herself in the outfit she had worn on her birthday – the last day she had even attempted to pull herself together. Opting against makeup – after all, the bags under her eyes wouldn’t disappear no matter how much concealer she smeared on them – she returned to the living room, where Bill was now comfortably seated on the beat up couch.
‘Can I get you anything to drink?’
‘No. Yes. A coffee would be nice.’
For the time Anna was glad to have something to busy her hands with as she sneaked glances from the open kitchen to the celebrity that was currently seated in her living room. Or well, Shelly’s.
She made herself a nice cup of tea, and then seated herself on the faded green fauteuil that had at one point in history belonged to Shelly’s grandmother. Silence filled the air, and she awkwardly sipped at her drink. ‘So was there…’
‘You must wonder…’ They started at the same time. When Anna motioned for him to continue, Bill looked distinctively uncomfortable. ‘Tom worries about you,’ he admitted. ‘He doesn’t say it, but I know my brother well enough to know when something is bothering him. I actually planned to talk to you at the diner, but when I arrived there I was told you no longer work there.’ There was something in the way he said it, like he knew she had been lying about it to his brother. Maybe he did know. ‘They gave me this address.’
‘I had my last shift this Sunday,’ she said, by means of explanation.
‘Anna,’ he sighed, ‘I know it’s not my business, but I feel like you’re avoiding Tom. Did something happen? Did he do something stupid?’
Now it was her turn to sigh, and she pulled at her hair. When she looked up from her tea at the boy seated across from her, she found tears were clouding her vision, but she forced them away. ‘I wasn’t always like this you know… Not this… this…’ She finally gave up on trying to find the right word to describe her current state of existence. ‘What exactly did Tom tell you about me?’
‘Very little. Basically just that you met “online”. But I’ve known Tom my whole life, and I know a lot about what he doesn’t say. He takes care of you, that in itself is curious as I have never known him to be caring to another person but me. You bring out a part of him not many people get to see. Whatever the reason is that he decided you were worth the effort, I believe he doesn’t only have a good influence on you, but you also on him.’
‘That’s where you are wrong. You see, I am not… I am not a real person, if that makes any sense at all. You only know me as the little bird that fell from the nest, the one that needs caring and loving to grow strong again, but I wasn’t always like this. I was once a real person, a happy person. I had family, friends, a fiancé. Then he died and everything that I knew slipped like sand through my hands. I felt so tired, so scared and so very lonely, and Tom picked me up from the ground. But soon you guys will be going on tour again and I will be alone once more.’
‘You’re not alone, Anna. Tom cares about you, the way I’ve never known him to care about anyone outside his family. It’s not Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn… How do you say, out of sight, out…-‘
‘Of mind,’ she finished near automatically. ‘No I suppose not. I’m just…’
Anna sighed, a wan smile on her lips, ‘Yes, scared.’
The front door opened and Anna felt something akin to relief that the tension of the moment was broken. Standing up, she hastily rushed over to help Shelly with the large bag of groceries she had been carrying, and put them on the kitchen counter. Meanwhile, Shelly had pulled off her jacket and kicked of her shoes, throwing only a side glance to the man seated in her living room as she started putting away the groceries. ‘Who’s your friend?’
‘This is… Bill,’ Anna said, gesturing somewhat awkwardly at the famous singer, but Shelly didn’t notice.
‘Is Bill staying for dinner?’