In the Moshpit - Joost Klein

17.

The last two weeks have been some of the most stressful and draining times of my life. If I wasn't at court to testify against Aslan, then I would be at practice for Eurovision. It was nonstop work with my brain being flooded with too many things.

Aslan was arrested in Sweden but then transferred to a prison in Denmark. I tried my hardest to keep my head up, but it was draining remembering all those times he had used me or abused me. It was very traumatising memories that took up a lot in my brain and the fact that Aslan kept on denying everything made it 10 times worse.

He really thought that his words would help him even though there was multiple video evidence that indicated that he was straight up lying. The Danish committee wasn't very fond of the idea of the producer of the Danish representative getting arrested at first. They told me at first to just drop the charges but after they saw the evidence they knew I had a convincing case.

Aslan had nothing to defend himself for, so the judge was extremely fast with the sentence. Also, the whole EBU helped get the case pushed forward so it was out of the way and wouldn't bring any negativity to the song contest. I was glad it went so fast but then again, they only did it for their own reputation. I was glad he was going to be gone for a long time even when he would get out then he wasn't allowed to ever contact me.

I should have felt free when he got the sentence but instead, I just felt exhausted. I was so tired of everything. There was so much going on that I couldn't do normal tasks anymore.

I had spent more time on transportation than my own apartment in the last month or so. All I did was move around and get ready for the next thing. I had 3 weeks left of this chaos and then Eurovision would be over. When that would end then I would finally feel free.

The only good thing in my life now was the 5-minute FaceTime calls I had with Joost every day. He insisted that no matter how busy I was then I had to call him every day. It quickly became the highlight of my days.

However, after two weeks of not seeing Joost then I was finally able to see him again. The Berlin pre-party was very small, and few artists had been invited so I was just thankful that Joost was one of them. But then again it would take place at the rave place I was at years ago so considering the normal music that was played at the venue then it wasn't very surprising that Joost had been invited.

I was so excited to not only be back at the venue but also to see Joost. I didn't feel the same connection with him over the phone. I wanted to feel him in person and in spirit.

I only had about a 5-hour train ride from Kolding to Berlin. It was the time where I could finally catch up on some sleep. Or so I thought. I rested for the first 3 hours of the train ride but was interrupted by a familiar face when I reached Hamburg station.

"You gotta be kidding me Callista. What are the odds?" He had the brightest smile on his lips. Every time he would smile his eyes would fade away which was kinda cute.

"Bojan what the fuck are you doing here" I got up from my seat and embraced the hug he was waiting for with big arms.

I must admit Bojan was one of the best huggers I had hugged. That shouldn't say a lot since I would normally avoid a hug, but I was trying to change myself because I didn't want to be the person Aslan had forced me to be.

I wanted to be my own individual with her own personality that wasn't influenced by words. In my own head I was an extremely outgoing person and hopefully likeable. I wasn't going to be the insecure girl who would think the worst about people from the moment I met them anymore. I was going to be confident in myself and the people around me.