The fans didn’t have to know- they could be kept in the dark, believing all was fine. But the band was far from ‘fine’. The end of Tokio Hotel had begun the day the band started- slowly withering, crumbling, splitting apart in separate directions with each hurdle the four of them struggled to overcome. Too many obstacles, too many sacrifices, too much time, too much effort. As their dreams turned into nothing but an endless nightmare, they begin to give up- and the career they tried so hard to breathe life into is now nothing but a waste of time to them.

The most affected is the band’s beloved singer: the front man, the pretty face that graced the covers of magazines- Universal’s perfect little puppet. Ignored, forgotten and overlooked- nobody notices the dangerous path of self-destruction Bill has been wandering for months. That is, except for one person.