FEEL THE MUSIC {BABY LASAGNA}

VII. I don't want to talk. We're supposed to be partying.

I was furious. How dare he go to the pre-party after all that had happened that morning! 

As we had in Madrid, the representatives of the countries competing in Eurovision had a private party. I went up straight to the bar, I didn't usually drink at parties but I just needed to disconnect and stop thinking. I ordered a glass of alcohol and started drinking. I don't remember exactly what I ordered, and to be honest, I don't even remember how many glasses I drank.

-Woah, looks like someone was thirsty...-Someone said from behind. I turned and saw Joost Klein from the Netherlands.-You look as If someone had broken up with you, are you okay girl?

I laughed at his joke and assured him that I was okay. Then I met with Marcus and Martinus who offered me a drink which I took.

-Where is Sofia?-Asked Marcus.

-She's not feeling well, so she won't come tonight.-I answered.

-Oh…

We started dancing and singing Eurovision songs like “Give that wolf a banana”. To my surprise Marko joined us.

-Wow, I though you hated parties!

-Who has said I wasn't forced to come?

The twins loved that joke and I got the impression that Marko was glad that he had made them laugh. 

-Hey I think I'll go to fill my glass. Do someone want me to fill theirs?

-Nah, I'm good.-Said Martinus.

-I haven't even started drinking!-Exclaimed Marcus.

I turned and went straight to the bar but I noticed someone was following me.

-Don't you think you're drinking too fast?-Asked the Croatian guy.

-What are you, my mum?

-Adri, do you want to talk?

-No. Why would I? We're supposed to be partying!- I shouted as the music was pretty loud. I think I also danced while saying “partying”.

-I know who was in the audience. I saw him.- He said, looking straight at me.

-All night trying to forget him and you go and mention him.

-I'm so sorry, seriously I didn't mean to-

I don't know why but I ignored him, something which I'm not proud of because he didn't deserve it. 

When I arrived at the bar I encountered Olly and the dancers of UK.

-¡Hola Adriana!-Said the singer with a strong English accent. -Or should I say “hello, distant cousin?”

-What?-I asked confused.

-I heard you're half British. Isn't your father from London?

-I think I need a shot.- I couldn't believe it. Was I going to be remembered of my father all night? From the corner of my eye I could see some dancers laughing and one of them nudging slightly another.

-Hey! Is being called my cousin that bad?-Asked Olly with a sad tone.

The dancer who previously had received  small punches in his arm offered me a shot. I observed the liquid, not sure of having seen that drink before.

-I wouldn't take it. It will only make you dizzy and your head will spin.-Warned the British singer.

I didn't care. At that moment everything seemed better that thinking about my father.

-WHAT 'S THIS? AGH, IT'S REALLY DISGUSTING!- I screamed after tasting the drink. The boys laughed at my reaction. -You all really have such an awful taste!