Chapter Text
1989
Richard got a letter in his mailbox of his apartment complex, he got it and ripped it open. It was from Till, his friend.
’Hey Richard! My other friend bailed out of coming to my husband’s concert so just mail me back if you want to come’
Richard sighs, he was feeling a little depressed and had nothing better so he ticked ‘Yes’ and sent it back to Till and probably his husband’s house.
Richard and Till went to some crappy ass underground club, the only reason they had tickets is so they could meet the band. Which… Till didn’t need but he just got some for Richard
“Till, I love you and all but I’m not into… punk, you said?”
“Richard! The guitarist, maybe hook up”
“Are you telling me to fuck the guitarist of your husband’s band?”
Richard looked around, is he being pranked at that moment? Was Till suddenly playing matchmaker for him? The band hadn’t even come onstage yet and he was already being asked to hook up with a man? Sure he sorta swung that way but he was definitely bi atleast.
”This is a punk show, why do we need tickets?”
“Cause, Richard, Flake just wants me to have them”
“What a loser…”
Till rolls his eyes before dragging Richard into the club, Richard nearly tripped over his feet. It was a standing show, obviously. Richard stood waiting, the amps and equipment sat on stage. They both waited.
Flake came onstage first, Till blew him a kiss and Flake pretended to catch it. Soon after Flake came beautiful blonde, blue eyed, short-ish guitarist came out onstage
“Till. Who’s that…”
“Flake, my husband-“
“The guitarist!”
“Oh!… I’d have to ask… I’ve forgotten… fuck”
Richard groans loudly and rubs his face, the drummer was behind everyone and after that the singer came out and Feeling B launched into their first song.
Richard couldn’t take his eyes off the guitarist, the guy’s hair tied up, wearing some tethered clothes and those stunning blue eyes
After the show, Till went backstage and Richard nearly sprinted backstage. Flake hugs Till and gives him a kiss. Richard saw the guitarist, he was chatting to the singer and Richard kept looking at the guitarist. The singer looked at Richard back before whispering to the guitarist
“Paul… he’s fuckin’ staring at you…”
“Wait who?”
“Him!”
Paul looks at Richard and raises his eyebrow. Paul didn’t know who the guy with the brunette short hair was.
“Who the fuck is that?”
“I don’t know… show him come in with Till though”
“He’s on his ears fuckin’ kid”
“Don’t swear around kids, Paul.”
Paul makes a dismissive sound before walking over to the man with Till. Paul tapped his shoulder and smiles, a semi fake one.
Richard turns around to see the guitarist looking at him, in front of him. Richard gulps quite loudly
“Who are are you how did you get back here?”
“Richard Kruspe. 22. My friend Till invited me”
“I… ok.”
Richard mentally curses himself out, this guitarist didn’t ask his age, why’d he say his age!?
“Paul Landers, 25, I play in the band”
“You’re so h- you’re a great guitarist”
…
“I’m taking this man to the van, don’t come in for about 10 minutes, Christian, I’m talkin’ to you”
“Fuck off, Paul!”
Paul dragged Richard to the band’s van and locked it behind them
“Sex… yes, no?”
“What?”
“I’m asking”
“Sure.”