In the Moshpit - Joost Klein

4.

It was time for the actual performance of the night. I had gotten the pleasure of seeing a few artists such as Nemo, Silvester and Marcus & Martinus. They were all great performers and I for sure expected them all to do well in Eurovision from just seeing the response they got from the audience.

My eyes were secretly searching for Bojan. He was really kind and sincere earlier today so of course I wanted to see more of him. I went out on the balcony where all the artists were to watch the show. I observed the other artists from a distance.

People were really getting along with each other. They were all laughing with one another as if they had been friends forever. How did they do that? How did they just go up to another person without fearing to be turned down immediately? I didn't understand how it worked for them.

I may have been gazing a bit too long at people because suddenly people started turning around and saw me staring at them. I quickly turned the fuck around towards the stage where Ukraine was performing. I hope they didn't think of me as a creeper.

Someone came from the left side and rested his hands on the balcony railing. I almost felt terrified to look to my side if someone was about to accuse me of starring. I was staring but I hated being confronted about things

However when this person hadn't said anything in 2 minutes straight did I finally turn my head. It was Joost. He just stared at me. He said nothing, not even a little sound came from him. He was wearing his sunglasses so I wasn't able to read him properly.

A little smirk appeared on his face when he noticed that I was staring back at him. Joost looked amused with this awkward situation we were in.

I felt bad for earlier so I contemplated apologising again. But then why would he be here again trying to get in contact with me. No he definitely was only here to torment me and get another apology. I couldn't keep on apologising to him but there he was just staring at me.

"Well are you gonna talk or just keep staring at me?" I finally uttered.

He broke a smile on his face as if he was happy that I spoke to him. He was really confusing me and this was seriously the last thing I needed. I was getting anxious just talking to him because he was so mysterious.

"There you go honey, I told you I would make you talk to me" He smiled.

"I thought you didn't want me to talk to you after what I said earlier to you" I let my head down so I wouldn't have to look him in the eye when I knew what his next words would be.

"Nah, it only made me want to talk to you even more. I mean you shouldn't fear that I would make your mood worse by simply just having a conversation with you. We will spend way too much time together for you to not talk to me" Joost looked out on the stage again.

"Is this some kind of weird reverse psychology?" I almost laughed at the man. He was trying so hard for no reason. There were 36 other contestants he could talk to but he chose to waste it on me?

"Callista?" Joost asked.

"Yes?" I confusedly answered

"If you could choose one other name for yourself, what would you choose?" He casually questioned.

"Probably Guinevere" I had my answer ready in no second. I would love to change it to that.

"Why?"

"Honestly it was because I had this huge crush on this girl in the series 'Merlin' that had the name Guinevere" I admitted.

"Tell me more about her" He took his sunglasses off and turned his whole body my way.

"She was this servant for king Arthur and then as the series goes on they start having feelings for each other. They know it's wrong but he can't help but fall in love with her kindness, beauty, and overall toughness" I smiled just thinking about it.