In the Moshpit - Joost Klein

11.

While Joost was performing I decided to head out for a little cigarette. I walked outside where all these vehicles and trash cans were placed. It was locked off for security and artists only, so I wasn't too worried of being bothered. There was this little platform under a roof where I was able to sit in peace while still being able to see the door inside if I was needed.

After I had already lit and sat down the cold hit my arms like a snowstorm. The set I was wearing gave no form of warmth. It sent shivers down my spine, but I tried focusing on the warmth that gave from the little cigarette in my hand.

I got comfortable against a brick wall where I could look up at the stars that had shown up. A rumble appeared from my stomach reminding me of the fact I hadn't eaten anything since that last little bite I had at the restaurant yesterday. I was too stressed to even think about eating today which now caught up with me.

It almost sounded like an earthquake from how loud the rumble was. I took another hit to stop the hunger, but you would never guess what happened...cigarettes didn't help the hunger in my stomach since it wasn't food.

I stayed out there away from all the chaos inside. It was probably so much fun to be a part of the friendships across the countries, but I just didn't see myself in any of them. I had fun interacting with people, but I didn't dare to demand anything else but a little shared giggle. Not something as intimate as sharing a meal or sharing a donut.

Sorry I was getting hungry again. I desperately needed to do something about the painful hole in my stomach. They only had small snacks and alcohol inside which wasn't going to do me any justice.

I continued smoking in the hope of getting just a bit full but as I stated earlier it didn't help at all. Maybe I just needed to head to the airport early and get food there. Then I didn't have to eat together with all the other contestants, then I could just chill by myself for a few hours before getting on the plane with everyone else.

As much as I wanted to just befriend them all I couldn't force them. I think I convinced myself that they didn't like me before I even tried, which was unfortunately but also the reality of how people acted towards me.

A door opened from the venue, and it was a blue man. He looks like a Smurf from a distance. Everything from the bright white smile to the exact same blue as the Smurf was identical.

Joost had this particular funny laugh as he walked towards me. It was dark and sounded so extremely fake, yet it still made me laugh. He was wearing sunglasses even though it was completely dark outside. He also wore string headphones while walking towards me.

"Aren't you cold honey?" Was the first thing he asked me. I shrugged a bit but didn't want to give it more attention than that.

"What are you listening to?" I asked him as he took a seat next to me. Before he could answer he took his jacket off and pulled it over my shoulders. I just let it happen instead of protesting against something I really wanted.

"This song called święto ziemniaka by Frank Warzywa. It's about potatoes" He smiled so hard when he said that.

He took one of them out of his ear and gestured to me to come closer and listen to it. I moved closer to him and put the headphones in my ear. Joost started moving as the song continued and joined in on the verse at some points while he was laughing his ass off. He was genuinely enjoying it so much.

"I have no idea if I hate it, or I completely love it" I chuckled.

"I know right! That's the beauty of it. I love it when music makes you feel like you want to rip your ears off, yet you somehow always press replay" he explained while making very visual hand movements.