"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...
Trigger warnings!!: slight mentions of religion, homophobia and death. Please read the author's note at the end.
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VALENCIA DE LÉON
I've never been the jealous type, like never ever. Or that was until today.
As a kid I liked to not be in the center of attention and when I started getting attention for my music it was startling because I wasn't used to it, at least not that kind.
As I grew I got used to it, but I never felt the need to have someone's eyes on me. But I do now.
Not only am I for some reason craving the presence and gaze from a certain tall and handsome man, but I'm also jealous of a woman I have practically yet to even know.
I wasn't even jealous as I saw Sanja talking about Damiano during her interview, if anything I was sitting there and completely agreeing with her.
But now, as I'm watching the two engage in conversation I can't help but be jealous as she puts her hand on his bicep.
"Now remember, you don't have to answer anything you're not comfortable with. If they do ask something inappropriate, just talk around it and if they persist - I'll just scream to take the attention off you." Lydia smiles, putting one last pin in my blouse I'm wearing as she prepares me for my upcoming interview.
"And what will you do when they ask you why your screamed?" I muse as I try to dust away her fingers from my face.
"I'll just say it was a rat or something, I mean there's one standing right over there." She says pointing over to Sanja who you can see from where the door is open. I gasp but can't help but giggle.
"Lyd, you can't say that, she hasn't done anything wrong!" I say, feeling bad for talking about Sanja behind her back. She didn't deserve that, nobody does, especially since she has been nothing but kind to me - striking a conversation with me every now and then.
"Oh hush sweet child of mine. I see the way you and Damiano look at each other. Pure love if you ask me." Lydia laughs as she continues to perfect my leather pants, talking as if she was a wise old lady and me being a naive toddler.
"Oh, but nobody did ask you, did they? Also there's nothing going on. Sanja's doing nothing wrong." I say slapping away Lydia's hand for what feels like the hundredth time.
"Yeah nothing, besides sinking my ship." She grumbles and I groan, leaning my head against the wall as I'm currently standing right inside my dressing room trying on different outfits for my interview tomorrow.
