Insignificant Other: Part 10

Hello all! Here is Part Ten of the much anticipated Insignificant other. In this chapter Tatjana is having a flashback and we get some info on how she came to know the members of Rammstein.

Now to the story:

Insignificant Other: Part 10

Flying through the depths of her subconscious mind, past all recent events, past painful childhood memories, and past her guilt, her mind finally landed on the day she met her Meister.

*Eight and a half Years Ago*

She hurriedly walked through the crowded streets of Berlin dodging people here and there that were moving entirely too slow for her. You see she had a very important appointment to keep and she had to make it there on time for she had traveled too far and endured too much to lose out on this huge opportunity awarded to her.  Reading the street signs she realized that she was mere blocks away from her destination, she trudged on with renewed vigor. 

Upon arriving at her destination, Tatjana took a quick glance at her pocket watch and noted that she was fifteen minutes early. Straightening out her classy dress suit and smoothing down a few tendrils of hair that had escaped the elegant bun on her head, she reached for the door handle and let herself in. Walking up to the receptionist behind the desk she asked where she was supposed to go and followed the woman’s directions to get to where she needed to be.  Arriving at the top of the spiraling stairs she spotted the room she was to audition at and noticed she was the first person to arrive. She took a seat on one of the plastic chairs left outside of the doors for people to wait on. Placing her huge purse on her lap and taking out a compact mirror she took in her visage, noting that her smoky makeup was still in place making her cinnamon coloured eyes more striking.

She also noticed that one of the buttons on her crimson red top had come undone again exposing her bountiful cleaving more than what was probably appropriate for this situation. Rolling her eyes to herself, thinking that that’s probably why the receptionist gave her an odd look when she was speaking to her.  Then she picked up the folder she had laid upon the seat next to her she began to review the sheet music for the piece she picked for the audition.  As she was going over the music she was to perform, Tatjana heard muffled voices behind the heavy looking door and wondered what kind of people would she be performing for.

Echoing footsteps distracted her from her musing, discreetly looking to her right she spotted another young woman, a blond, sit down in one of the chairs at the end of the row. Tatjana hoped that this audition would be judged based on talent and not looks or she may be shit out of luck as far as getting picked. She felt slightly insecure and a bit jealous of the woman, she knew in a country with an abundance of blonde beautiful women she may not have a chance at getting picked due to her exotic looks. Sighing quietly to herself she continued to review the sheet music and after feeling like time was crawling by she took out her pocket watch once more from her pinstriped jacket pocket and saw that almost twenty minutes had passed by. “So much for the Germans being known for punctuality.” She laughed in her mind.

A few more minutes passed by and a tall brunette joined them sitting two chairs away from her. The woman turned to Tatjana and asked “I’m not late am I?” Tatjana’s lips formed a warm smile. “No, I actually think that the one’s running the show have forgotten that there was even an audition today.” The woman’s face fell. “I’m just joking, don’t worry, I heard people in the room earlier, I just think they are running late.” The brunette looked physically relieved and began to make light conversation with Tatjana. 

Suddenly a chubby man with square rimmed glasses stuck his head out of the door and looked around and said “ This is it? Good, it’ll go by quickly then.” He stepped completely out of the room, closing the door behind him. “How should we do this ladies?” He questioned the trio. “Do you want to go in order of how you are seated or do you want to volunteer who goes first?”

The uppity seeming blonde responded first, saying “I think we should do it upon basis of volunteering and I volunteer to go first.” She stated firmly. Tatjana fought the urge to roll her eyes at the woman’s straightforwardness. The man spoke again “It that ok with the two of you?” The friendly brunette responded with a cheery “Yes.” And Tatjana silently nodded wanting to refrain from using her voice too much before auditioning.

With that confirmation the chubby man waved the stuck up blond into the room and shut the door behind him. Taking this as a chance to sooth her nerves she closed her eyes and rested her head on the chilled wall behind her, thinking pleasant thoughts to herself, thoughts of a future without struggle and strife. The brunette spoke up again “Sorry to interrupt you, but would you like to go next or should I?” Tatjana opened her eyes and said “You can go next if you like; I have no qualms about being last.” She responded simply and closed her eyes once more.  The brunette woman flashed another of her bright smiles and went back to looking over her own material.

Soon enough the door opened and out came the blond looking a bit deflated as if she hadn’t impressed them as she originally believed she had. The blond woman stiffly walked down the hall and Tatjana let a small smirk appear on her face at the woman’s loss, happy for once that luck didn’t fall on a person who probably didn’t deserve it. Looking to her right, she thought “I’d much rather this girl to win, at least she seems like she’d actually appreciated any opportunity afforded to her.” Her thoughts interrupted once more the brunette spoke as she rose to stand “Wish me luck!” Tatjana quietly wished her well and the woman walked up to the door just as it was opened again. “You’re next?” The man with glasses questioned the brunette, and once she made a sound of confirmation she was allowed in to the room.

Ten minutes passed by and the brunette woman emerged from the room. “Tough crowd in there, perhaps you can move them, I wish you luck.” She said genuinely. “Thanks a lot, Don’t worry you’ll find someone who has a project that you’ll be perfect for one day.” Tatjana replied. With a nod of her head and a good-bye the brunette departed. The heavy wooden door creaked open once more revealing the man seemingly in charge and he spoke “Are you ready miss?”  Tatjana nodded and simply said “Yes sir.”

She rose from her seat and picked up her purse and folder of sheet music and silently falling in step with the man.  Once she crossed the threshold of the door she felt her anxiety creep upon the edges of her senses and she took a slight breath and willed that jittery feeling away. “No, I shall not falter now, I can’t afford to return back there.” She pushed forward making sure to take even measured strides in her high heeled pumps, as she strode forward she saw that there were six other males aside from the one she saw in the hallway.

As she got closer she wondered if this were something unsavory as she’d heard from others answering ads in newspaper and internet where sometimes  auditions were listed for one thing, but turned out to be something completely different that you had believed, she clutched the rosary around her neck. Once she stood directly in front the men, she had to stopping herself from choking in her spit from all the drool that filled her mouth! “Father in heaven!” She thought in her head.

“I heard German men were very attractive back home, but she did not know they were this attractive!” She thought downright astonished. Tatjana began to feel the heat rise to her cheeks and her eyes found an uninteresting spot on the floor. You see Tatjana was raised in a family that believed that female interaction should be strictly limited with males.  For most of her life the only male she interacted with was her father, and he rarely interacted with her and when he did it was uncomfortable, for the most part she spent time with her nun tutors and at the church learning how to sing and play music, once she was of age she was sent off to a school for girls at a desolate convent far from home when she turned thirteen.   

Tatjana eventually came back to her senses now putting her focus on making sure she remembers what she’s here to do, she won’t let these incubi suck her in with their tempting looks distract her from attaining something she long desired. She heard the man with glasses take a place standing behind the seated men and he cleared his throat and began “My name is Emu and I am the manager for these guys.” He waved his arms around to convey his point, at this Tatjana took them in and gave an unsure nod not knowing who they were. She heard a bubbly laugh from the smallest one who couldn’t seem to sit still and said “I don’t think she knows who we are.” He said with a boyish grin. At this Tatjana found her wits and her voice and responded quickly “Am I supposed to know who you are?” Realizing what she just said she felt the heat rise to her cheeks again and stammered out quickly and bowed a bit “ I-I apologize, I don’t mean to be so crass, my tongue is from spending too much time around bitter nuns.”  

At that statement a raucous of laughter erupted from the group of men and Tatjana’s cheeks burned even hotter than before. “Aw, look were making her blush, stop laughing at her.” Said the one with spikey hair and an oddly patterned shirt. With that declaration the laughter died down and a man with strong looking face and a broad muscled chest spoke softly “Your accent is very interesting, where are you from.” Inwardly cringing at having to reveal where she’s from she heaved a discreet sigh, resigning in her mind that her accent would sound quite foreign to German ears she grudgingly replied. “I’m originally from Kyrgyzstan.” “Interesting, what is your name?” The Adonis questioned.  

“Tatjana Sadybakasov.” She slowly replied not used to using that last name.  This time a man with wiry glasses and a very thin and lanky frame spoke up ”Ok enough questions, let’s introduce ourselves and finish this up.” Tatjana felt a bit of the heat taken off of her, happy that one of them wanted to get this over just like her.  The bouncy one spoke up again “Were a band called Rammstein and we are looking for someone with talent to sing on two songs on our next album.” Then a boyish looking man with ice blue eyes and cropped black hair said “What have you come to perform for us?” His voice crooned.

Tatjana cleared he throat and said” I have a song I wrote the music and lyrics to myself.” “Wonderful, a person who composes music and lyrics is rare indeed.” Stated the strong looking man with the stormy eyes. “T-thank you.” She sputtered out slightly squirming under his intense gaze. “May I have use of the piano?” She questioned. “Of course, babe.” Came the reply of the man in the colorful shirt. Flushing hotly at being addressed as such she slowly turned towards the piano and walked purposefully unaware of several pairs of eyes following the sway of her hips in the tight pencil skirt she wore.

Once she came upon the piano she sat her purse on the floor next to the bench and the set herself upon the plush cushion of the piano bench. She reached into her purse and grabbed the sheet music and placed it on the center of the piano for ease of reading. Then she pulled herself closer to the piano and turned her profile to the group and said “The name of this song is Omna Magni, once again I wrote both the song and lyrics myself.” With that said she turned to the piano and be her song.

A haunting lullaby fell forth as Tatjana struck the keys, but it was her angelic voice that really caught the attention of the men in the room. Her voice rose and fell in angelic pitch winding around the beautiful melody that brought forth memories of the peace felt at bedtime as a child. Once the song reached its end the room erupted in cheer almost startling Tatjana off of the bench. She heard someone cry out “The search is over, now we can get on with recording.” And another say “Alright, now we can leave.”  The manager, who’s name she remembered as Emu approached her and said “It looks like you have the job, come over to the table so I can give you some information.”  She rose from her seat in the bench and walked after Emu, he pulled up another chair on the opposite side of the table for her and motioned for her to sit.

He spoke “I’d just like to give you the short list of what is to come, and I’ll explain it at length at a later date, but essentially three weeks from now you will be recording a few lines for two songs on the CD they are putting out.” He paused to take a drink of water. “You will be compensated for your work and you will receive credit in the CD insert.” Emu produced a piece of paper “If you could just fill this out with a bit of your information, you will be able to go free.” He pushed the paper and pen toward her. Tatjana read over the paper first making sure there was nothing noticeably wrong or disagreeable with any of the text she began to fill out her information feeling a bit nervous of sharing her personal information.

Once she was done she passed the paper back to Emu and he held out his hand, staring at it for a second, Tatjana realized what he wanted and placed her hand within his and he shook her hand lightly. “I can’t wait to work with you.” He said. “Nor can I.” Said smiling lightly, then from behind her she heard the low voice of the stormy eyed man croon out “Neither can I” and he extended his hand. Tatjana feeling quite small under his gaze she timidly put her hand in to his extremely large one and he kissed it staring intensely into her eyes the whole time. Tatjana felt like she was going to pass out from the heat she was feeling internally, she fought not to black out and softly said “ I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” The man let out a rumbling laugh “My name is Till.” With that he turned away from her and sauntered out of the room leaving a confused Tatjana behind. “What was that all about?” She thought shaking her head.

Remembering the manager was there and was holding out another piece of paper holding contact information and where she is to go for the recording. Taking the picture and giving another grateful ‘thank you’ a gathered her things and went to leave the room saying goodbye as she left.

Author's Comment: So what did ya think? I know it was actionless, but it gave a bit of insight in to Tatjana's mindset before she got with Till.Tatjana has quite the past to say the least, quite interesting don't you think? And don't worry the filth and smut will return too also I have a bit of slash in the works a bit later in the story. Also so you know the story will be in flashback mode for a bit, but eventually we'll return to the present, I have no plans on ending the story anytime soon and plan on making this an epically long and smutty look into the depraved broken mind of a submissive. So keep reading and I'll keep writing! (^_-)

P.S. I don't know why the text is black like that in some parts, I tried to fix is but the stupid text editor thing won't let me fix it, so sorry for it being hard to read.