Madelyn Rose, a singer who heals her trauma by writing music, has made it into eurovision. Something she had only dreamed of, has come true. Everything is going smoothly until she meets the Dutch eurovision representative, Joost Klein. He steals her...
After arriving at the hotel and checking in, I say goodbye to Joost and his friends, who are all still laughing because Stuntje had flirted with the taxi driver as a joke, leaving him stunned. We had stumbled out of the taxi, almost falling over from laughing.
I think they put something into that airplane food, because everything was a lot funnier.
As they walk away, Joost turns around and mouths 'Call me' while moving his hand at his ear to resemble a phone call with a smirk.
I laugh and put up a thumbs up, then blowing a small kiss, which he catches and yells 'Thanks' while grinning and turning around again.
I chuckle at this and then say bye to some other contestants before going up to my own room.
As I walk into the room, I can immediatly tell that this hotel is nicer than the one in Berlin. I walk over to the balcony where a beautiful view of Amsterdam faces me. I lay my suitcase and purse onto my bed and start taking pictures. If it's already so pretty during the day, I can't imagine how cool it looks during a sunset.
I walk back over to the bed, opening my suitcase and unpacking a bit. I place my toiletries in the bathroom and adore the shower. It has one of those cool rain showers, and a whole rack of free soap samples.
It may be dumb, but such little things get me super excited.
...
After unpacking some more and re-reading the poems I wrote earlier, I decide to smoke a cigarette. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed them, till a couple days ago. A few couldn't hurt anyways.
I walk over to my purse and pull out a cigarette, then starting to dig through my stuff to find my lighter. After a minute I give up on searching in my purse and check my pockets.
Suddenly, I realize my lighter isn't in my room at all. Joost had never given it back.
I sigh, trying to ignore the aching voice in me that so desperately wants to smoke.
I know I could just call him and go get it, but honestly, I'm way too lazy to do that. And my social battery has to charge after all this joking around.
I love the fact that Joost and his friends are so eager to hangout and all te contestants are so friendly, but I haven't gone out in such a long time, I frequently forget how to cope with being my happy self around others.
I'm not wearing a 'mask' because I feel like I'm not funny enough or something, but I feel like I have to, since there's no other way for people to like me.
But it's tiring. Some days more than others.
...
An hour goes by as I lay in bed and scroll on my phone, reposting some stuff as suddenly Pamela texts me back.
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