Fuck it : Eurovision 2021 måneskin

5) cunnilyrical genius 😩

  I stumble back to my team without even going to the bathroom. That numb, fuzzy feeling accompanied with pins and needles infiltrates my entire body and I have to remind my lungs to breath.

'Are you okay?' My makeup artist repeats several times to my blanked out ears. 'What the hell happened to you?' She tuts and I catch a glimpse of myself in the small round mirror attached to her makeup tool belt. My slightly tinted red lipstick is smeared all over my lips carelessly and stains my cheeks slightly. She tuts as she pats it clear and reapplies by the wand, wiping my sticky neck and smearing foundation over it. It seems to almost completely unfaze her as if contestants disappear to the bathroom and come back hot and bothered quite often.

'Italia...zitti E buoni..' the host announces before the whole stadium dims and the floor speakers begin to thump to life. I turn my attention to the big screen that showcases each performance and my skin breaks into a sweat as Damiano beckons the camera towards him with his finger as he taps his foot to the music. He looks calm,collected and even careless as he effortlessly begins to sing and pace to the center stage as the camera follows him. It's not hard to see who is going to win this competition as I watch him perform. His charisma is truly unmatched and he puts his heart into each word, grabbing every listeners attention. He flirts with the camera as it follows him around the stage capturing inch of his exposed and tattooed flesh in the glaring light as he hyped up his hand mates. I watch the girl strum her guitar passionately as she stomps around the stage to the beat, vibing with Damiano.

'Wow...' a member of my team gasps as he watches them on the screen.
'That's it I'm downloading duolingo!' Another shrieks as Damiano half moans into mic while looking deadpan into the camera.

I cant peel my eyes off of the screen for even  a second and feel my throat tighten as he lies on the floor slamming his palm onto the cold platform while loudly thanking Europe for their viewing. The crowd claps and cheers loudly as the stage turns blank and the cameras pan back to the hosts who resume their commentary.

I'm too engrossed still in staring at the now blank screen infront of me that my body being pushed by a swarm of artist aid members is what breaks my trance. I follow their path with my eyes to about ten meters away where måneskin dismounts the stage to ground level with pep in their step. The girl giggles excitedly as she lays the backs of the two band members. My eyes fall behind them to where Damiano is on the steps. He pats his face and neck dry of sweat with a small white towel provided to him by his team as he pants lightly to catch his breath. His exposed chest glistens with sweat and his hair falls messily after the towels touch. The hand he was choking me with earlier swings the towel around playfully before he slings it around his neck and brushes his hair from his face. I close my packing jaw and look at his proud, energetic face as he watches his band mates hug and jump around at the bottom of the steps. Suddenly he looks up to me instinctively following the gaze of a predator watching its prey. Except I knew it was not him but me who was the weak one. He runs his tongue along the front of his top teeth and raises one eyebrow with a slight smile before biting down on his lip and dragging it inwards slightly. I can tell he is taunting me. He knows he had complete power over me without even knowing me. I blush and quickly look away. There's not many performances left but I need to sit down.

I return to the safety of my green pod and collapse onto the seat, grateful to feel the burden of standing on my wobbly legs lifted.
My team soon files in and we watch the rest of the performances. I keep my eyes to myself, breaking out only once or twice to see the Italian pod which is almost on the complete opposite side of the room thankfully. The four members sipping Prosecco and laughing amongst eachother during the interludes.

Finally the results table shines up on the screen and my heart skips a beat. My team clasps my hands so tight my skin begins to go cold from blood loss. My turn comes and I try not to blush as the large , unmissable camera closes in on my face and I see myself on the screen.

'United Kingdom ....255 total!!'

My pod erupts into cheers and the stadium routinely claps along. It will of course not win me the competition, but my heart is so full and happy at even making the top ten that I have no time to mourn. I wipe tears from my eyes and accept hugs from my team as the camera finally pans away.

'Well done !' My rep smiles wildly as he extents a glass of champagne to me. I take it cautiously from his hand. All I had wanted to do was prove to him that I was worthy, that he had not made the wrong decision in choosing me. ' A brilliant revival for the UK this year!' He pats my back quite harshly unintentionally.

The Switzerland contestant appears on the screen alongside Damiano who impatiently swipes his tongue across his lips as he watches the scoreboard. I cant help but soak up the image of him looking even the slightest bit nervous in its rarity.

I feel myself smile slightly as Switzerland's points bring them into third place, securing Italy's win. The band hugs and their energy can be sensed even through the screen. I join in the intense clapping and listen to the roaring crowd as they celebrate. Shivers run down my spine as they perform once more.

'Come on!' My management beckons me once they realise I am not following them as they leave the pod. 'Where are you going?' I question. 'It's customary to congratulate the winners.'

My eyes widen in fear and I look up to the screen to see familiar contestants hugging and shaking hands with the Italian members.

'Uhm...I cant! I feel Uhm really sick ! I'm going to go back to my room!' I blurt out quickly.

'It's a part of your job tonight! Don't forget to smile at the cameras and keep it PG with everyone whilst in view okay?' My manager grabs my arm before I can object and hurries me down the path to the stage.

My feet become less and less my feet as I'm hurried to the stage. I climb the steps and join the crowd of contestants around måneskin. An opening appears and I am quickly shoved in where I stand frozen like a deer in headlights.
Damiano's eyes flicker over to me from where they had been focusing on pouring champagne into a band member with long brown hair's mouth. He smiles when he spots me but I cant decipher if it's a flirty, taunting or just friendly smile. I can barely hear myself think over the immense chatter and the deafening noise of music playing and everybody in the stadium talking along with the hosts recounting Italy's success. He makes his way over to me after placing the bottle of champagne on a table. I freeze. I know I cannot run as the the camera is most definitely focusing on the band's main singer and his interactions with all us other contestants. He slings his arm around my shoulder and pulls me in tighter to his chest, turning his head towards me. His other hand touches my waist a few quick times with short pauses between each probably due to the camera's presence. I avoid looking at him as I uncomfortably laugh off the situation as the camera spins by.

'Are you at the party ?' He suddenly leans in and shouts into my ear over the noise. I wince slightly at his volume but understand the need over the loud crowd. I begin to panic as my senses flood to me. I can smell his sweet smelling sweat and cigarette stained skin closely. I feel his heavy arm across my shoulders and his bare skin against the nape of my exposed neck.

I understand his broken English enough to tell he means Are you coming to the after party.

'Uhm...Uh...Uhm-yes?' I tell him, but it half sounds like a question. He laughs lowly to himself and looks away subconsciously prodding his lip with his teeth.

'Then we will really celebrate...' he once more leans in, a flirtatious hint in his voice. I turn red immediately and look around frantically for a way out of this mess. 'Congratulations!' I quickly blurt out before I turn and speed walk out of his arms and off the stage. Beads of sweat sticking to my skin.

Sorry took me so long to update 😩🗣 will be concluding this in the next few chapters hehehehe
I'm keeping it Short

Update tommorrow ! X