After Effects

Chapter 6. - What If?

We had travelled back home to Slovenia where we were a couple of days before it was time for us to travel to the next pre-party in Warsaw, Poland. I've never been to Warsaw - or actually anywhere in Poland for that matter - so it's gonna be really exciting. We only had 2 nights there before be needed to be in Tel Aviv in Israel though which meant we wouldn't have time for seeing the city like we did in Barcelona. However we'd still be in Poland and experience a little bit of Polish culture so i'd take what i could get. While we were back in Slovenia we had a lot of online interviews to tend to. It was honestly really fun but could get quite boring sometimes. Many of the same questions would be asked more than twice.

"How have you been?" and "What's the meaning of your song?" and "What was your thoughts about the music video?"

Beside that we used most days in the studio messing around and hanging out.

However on the concert day Bojan had woken up really sick. Like, really sick. I was really afraid that he wasn't able to perform, the whole band was. However if he really couldn't sing at all we'd have his singing as a backtrack and he'd had to mime and just act. We knew he could act so that wasn't something we needed to worry about. It'd suck if that would be the case though, especially because we're know for our live concerts and it's a part of our brand. Also we'd be disappointing our fans.

But no matter how bad I wanted to perform live i really just hoped he was okay. Bojan tend to stress about it if an obstacle was in the of a performance and this was most certainly an obstacle.

I knocked on his room door, Mark was standing next to me filming for our vlog. I had gotten him some tea and coffee on a tray before the rest of the band where gonna go to the meet & greet that had been planned for us today. We'd been told we had one of the biggest fanbases for this years Eurovision. We had agreed that Bojan wasn't gonna join us for the meet & greet and instead get better for tonight's show.

"Come in!" A hoarse voice said behind the door. We did so. Bojan took off the towel he has around his head. Apparently that's supposed to help?

"Hi Bojci. I brought you some coffee and tea." I put down the tray on the desk he was sitting at. "There's sugar and milk here. If you need anything just call me." I rubbed his back. He was really hot yet he was shaking from i suppose to be cold.

"Thanks." He whispered. He looked so tired. Actually he looked like he'd been hit by a bus and dragged for 7 kilometers straight.

"You look like shit." I told him. He looks up at me.

"Thanks bitch." I gave him a satisfied smile. He looked me up and down. I was wearing one of Kris' shirts which he had ripped the sleeves off of and therefore made his own little DIY tanktop. Kris was 192 cm tall while i was 158 cm so he was a lot bigger than me which meant it looked pretty baggy on me. (I'm not trying to make it sound like that girl but so far i know that's Clairo's actual height)

"You look pretty." He said and started to pour up some tea in a cup. His compliment made me smile. I felt my cheeks get warm. Mark filmed me so i looked into the camera and smiled big with teeth and all.

"Bojan thinks i'm pretty." I winked at the camera and ruffled Bojan's hair. It was getting really long but it was still really soft. Dude almost had as soft hair as Jan.

I got a bit discrated and played with his hair. I put it up into a little pig tail. Bojan wasn't protesting, i think he was too sick to bother. He had his eyes closed and head lean a little bit back as i played with his hair. The he started talking to the camera.

"She literally does this whenever she gets the opportunity." I continued to make a pigtail. "I have so many pictures of Jan and Kris with pigtails. Kris looks like a demon when she makes them om him." It was true. Pigtails wasn't Kris' best look. Neither was his Justin Bieber phase.