"Moonshine sounds lovely right now."
"Then it's your lucky day, I'm right here baby."
"No, silly. I want the real stuff, alcohol, absolutely not you."
PSA
I barely know anything about ESC, even though I'm from Europe and has watched ever since I can...
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VALENCIA DE LÉON
Stepping onto the stage I feel my hands prickle with nerves. I'll probably never get used to the feeling as I step onto the stage. The feeling of absolute delight but at the same time a feeling of fright.
But what makes it all worth it - is the adrenaline, call me an adrenaline junkie but I love it - the rush and feeling of being able to do anything without repercussions.
I walk towards the microphone, cold hands meet metal and I close my eyes, I take a deep breath in and then I focus. Lights dim but a few spotlights stay lit in the background.
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"Wait, so you're telling me that you've never heard their songs before?" Lydia almost yells as she sits straight up on my hotel bed.
"No, that's so not what I said, I've heard a few of their songs like Vent'anni, Morirò da Re and.. oh! Beggin', the cover and of course Zitti e Buoni." I say, excited to show that I've supported my newfound friends and know at least a few of their songs.
Thinking I'll see Lydia happy with my knowledge I turn to watch her, but instead she's looking at me in disbelief.
"What?
"You're kidding right?" She asks sounding horrified. In the flash of a second she has taken my phone and started poking around on it.
"Hey, what are you doing? That's mine!" I yell trying to reach out to take my phone back. But as if she's sensed my advances she pulls back and looks at me with big eyes. As big as two actual dinner plates.
"Have you even watched any of the contestants' contributions?" She asks, still looking like a madwoman.
"Seriously? Of course I have, all of them, I just don't listen to all and every minute of each of their albums." I say in a duh-tone.
"Yeah but, like, Måneskin's - your friends? Whom you by the way replaced me with, shouldn't you have listened to all of their songs or something? At least their two most popular ones like Torna A Casa and I wanna be your slave?" She rants and as she does it's as if she forgets where we are.
I look at her with raised eyebrows as she looks like she's been possessed or taken to another galaxy. I take her state to my advantage and go for my phone, but once again she's prepared. She pulls my phone back, high over her head. She presses something and a beat starts playing through one of the speakers on the desk, and as she does a familiar raspy voice rings out in the room and I immediately feel myself get hot.
