"HONEY WERE HOOME" Lauren hears from her bed, a large banging on the door from the group of boys.
Lauren makes her way over to the door, opening it to see Ronnie and Will holding up Dylan and Jack, will slightly tipsy himself.
"help?"
Lauren takes Dylan who was clearly the most drunk, leading him towards Quinn's old bed, Dylan pulling the Pillow close to his head.
The Large tv in the centre of the room was already set up for the group, a few piling on each bed.
Dylan and Will were laid down on the spare bed, Ronnie and Lauren on hers, Jack sprawled across the bean bag on the floor.
A few of them had changed out of their shirts and trousers into pairs of t-shirts and joggers, others (dylan) with his shirt wide open.
Lauren had also changed out of her Blazer and Pants into her pyjamas, a hoodie thrown over the top because of how cold she was.
"when does it start?" Will asks, reading something off his phone.
"8 of course, so 7minutes"
"okay so Theoretically, if i-" Will was Interrupted by a knock at the door, a few frowns being passed around the room, Even, Dylan sitting up to see what was going on.
"OH! that's for me guys, i'll be a second" Jack says, jumping off the floor and rushing to the door.
"hello young chap....yes i'm Jack Holps....what? no!....okay yeah i'll tell her...THANK YOU!"
Jack walks back into the room with a large bag, grabbing Lauren's side table and placing it in -between the two beds and turning the bag upside down.
A load of alcohol beverages and snacks are poured onto the glass table, plastic cups being broken as they crash down.
"more booze?"- "more booze!!" - "oo squashies"
A few comments are passed around the room, tipping drinks into plastic cups and pouring the snacks into bowls.
"alright i'm going for a fag" Ronnie says, pulling out cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket, "Dylan you coming?"
"yep i'm here" He says, picking up his glass of the side and following Ronnie onto the Balcony.
"SMOKING KILLS" -"KILLS YOU" - "dead" they all shout, the boys flipping off the three in the room.
"there's literally a minuet till it starts"
"why are we even watching semi finals?"
"because Jack, we need to sus out the competition...and support Elena of course"
"Elena?!"
"and the Tik-Tok ones on tonight too" Will says, grabbing a handful of doritos.
"i change my mind....LADS ITS STARTING"
The introduction to the Eurovision semis start to play on the large tv, The two boys getting rid of their cigarettes and walking back into the room.
The tv is lit up with the different flag colours being transported to the different destinations all over Rotterdam, representing the countries performing that evening.
"this story started with one man...Duncan Lawrence!"
"go on you sexy beast" Ronnie says, nudging Lauren in the shoulder.
The previous winner performs his new song, the man dressed all in red.
"And here are your hosts tonight! Edsilia Rombely, Chantal Janzen, Jan Smit and Nikkie de Jagar!"
The four hosts go on about the Voting system and the way the night will work, cheers coming through the screen but not might life in the room they were in.
"Let the Eurovision Song Contest Begin!" They all say, Lauren cheering as the Lithuanian flag appears on the screen, Lauren sitting up in excitement.
"i have been waiting for this one" she says, clapping her hands together.
The song starts to play, a few of the boys tapping their feet to the beat.
"the song is being added to my playlist what the fuck"
"if they don't get through we're fucked"
"thanks will" Lauren says, throwing her cup at the boy.
A few songs pass, Sweden the personal favourite of Lauren. The Irish song had just finished, a group clapping for the girl who was joining the other contestants on "thanking Europe"
"okay...that was like a 4/10 sorry Lesley hun" Ronnie says, typing the score into his phone, "who's next?"
"CYPRUS YES OKAY SHUT YOUR MOUTHS" Lauren shouts, leaning forward on her stomach holding her head in her hands.
"we're halfway people halfway"
El Diablo starts playing through the speakers, Elena popping up onto the screen, a few of the boys cheering loudly.
"i love her" - "id let her Diablo all day"
"yeah okay let's stop fanaticising over her...put her as a 10/10" Lauren says, looking at the boy.
"i agree" Jack says, the other boys nodding along.
"we'll put her as a nine, only we're 10/10"
"...i disagree" - "damn that kinda hurts" - "oh shush Lauren"
The remaining 8 Songs are performed by their artists, Croatia and Azerbaijani standing out to the boys in particular.
"and that's it! all of the countries have now performed and it's up to you, the public to determine who makes it through to the Grande Finale on Saturday"
"and with that, Europe, please start Voting!"
"we're voting right?" Lauren says, pulling out her phone, "wait i don't know if we actually can vote"
"of course we can...we couldn't we?"
"i already voted..." Dylan says, showing the group his phone.
"you voted for Ireland?"
"Lesleys my gal, my slime, we went Irish Dancing together once you know" He says, standing up and showing the group what he calls "Irish Dancing".
the group split off into their own bubble, each person voting discreetly so the others wouldn't see (apart from Dylan of course).
After a performance about water, the group were now back together, mid-way through Duncan Lawrence who was accepting an award for some reason.
"We will be seeing him on saturday, DUNCAN LAWRENCE!"
"still sexy"
The screen changes back to the stage were Nickie was stood, the Italian Group Måneskin stood next to her.
"what on earth-"
"and as you know, the big five and the netherlands are Guaranteed a place in the grande final, we really wanted a look in to 3 performances and on Thursdays semi final you'll hear from the other three!"
"did you know about that?" Jack asks her.
"no...i had no idea"
<3
this isn't really a cliffhanger but i kept writing so i had to end it at one point lmao
how are we all today lovely people
i might have an ear infection so it's not good lmao
question of the DAY
- what is your spirit animal
got told mines a dolphin cause i'm bubbly? who knows lmao
-L
YOU ARE READING
music - Damiano David
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