Måneskin oneshots REQUEST OPEN

Eurovision (D.D)

Sum up : You and Damiano started on the wrong foot as Eurovision candidates. But things happen during the two prior weeks of preparation before the big night. And you start to see the young Italian under a new light.
Warnings : cursing, alcohol, mention of drugs, enemies to lovers
Disclaimer : the song y/n will sing is the same as Barbara Pravi. I replaced Barbara by y/n in this story. Every right over the song belongs to Barbara Pravi. I recommend you to watch it, the translation is in the comment section. <3
Words count : 9,3 k

How in the world were you here ? You never thought The Voice could ever bring you here. Y/n L/N, the french representative singer for Eurovision 2021. You couldn't believe it when your manager called you at mother fucking 2am to announce you that France had chose you to represent them, when seeing you on the contest.

You had wrote a song a few months ago when thinking about your chance on being on TheVoice. That humility pushed you to make a song to call out to thanks but also bring attention to what made you insecure. Days and nights you worked on it, writing in your room, only going out for a run, going to the bathroom and shower. So much that your mother would kindly drop you meals in front of tte door, leaving little notes of encouragement you put on your wall when you were down. You were exhausted but truly happy. You sent it to the contest, never hoping to be selected.

You left your home a month ago, having tearful goodbyes with your parents. You knew you were lucky to have such a supportive family, and from the beginning. They pushed you towards your dreams when they couldn't accomplish their. So you flew in to America to record a few songs, and the eurovision one. It was like the peace before the storm. The US were great but you still missed Europe. 

And now you needed to go back to war, two weeks before the show you flew in to where the competition would take place at. You flew alone, going for two weeks of preparation for the show. Two long weeks but you were happy.

Never would you have expected how things were going to turn out for you.
You arrived at the airport not looking the best. You were in grey sweats and hoodie. Your head hidden by the cap and the hood. You were hiding your dark circles with your sunglasses. And you had a neck pillow on your shoulders. In a nutshell, you were an plane passenger. You never understood those people who could dress up for a 8 hours flight. Your flight got delayed over the night which resulted in you sleeping in the airport.

You had a baby crying next to you for most of the flight, which is around 6 hours. And in addition, they almost lost your luggage. You were a tired, burn out mess. So the most little annoyance at this point could make you snap. You went towards the pickup area. As an Eurovision candidate, you had a special van waiting for you. They weren't specifically assigned but you didn't cross any other candidate way.

You were looking for the black car in question with your tired eyes. You finally spotted it. "Hey. Are you for the Eurovision ?" You asked the driver kindly, he smiled and nodded. You thanked him and opened the backseat door. You don't know what happened. Someone flashed before you and entered the car like you were some door opener. "Uhm. Excuse me. That's my car." You asked to the person who had quickly settled in your place. The man, around your age, looked up at you. He had a long, slender face with sharp, angular features. He had prominent cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and his nose was narrow and slightly upturned, with a defined bridge. His eyes were deep-set and almond-shaped, and his eyebrows were full and slightly arched... His eyelashes were long and dark. His lips were full and defined. The boy, or you could say young man, had an unlit cigarette hanging in is mouth. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I didn't see any name." That only contributed to annoy you. He had an accent but you didn't recognize where from. "Well- of course, but I was here first."