More than a dream come true- M.G

Chapter 9- Berlin

The next morning, I woke up with a familiar mix of excitement and nerves buzzing in my chest. Today was the pre-party. I had interviews lined up with some of the Eurovision contestants, including Marcus and Martinus. It was a part of my job but it felt different when it came to them.

After a quick shower, I threw on some casual clothes for the day, grabbed my essentials and headed out the door.

The morning passed quickly as I interviewed a few of the artists. I liked the energy and excitement of them, how they expressed their thoughts on the Eurovision journey.

Soon enough, it was time to interview Marcus and Martinus. The interview with them went smoothly, Marcus with his usual laid-back self, joking about how he was convinced they'd win, while Martinus was a bit more thoughtful, talking about how much the competition meant for him and his brother.

"So, who did you guys get closest to during Eurovision?"- I ask. Without missing a beat, both of the twins glance at each other, then back at me and say in unison: "You". I laugh, being a little surprised. "You're practically my best friend at this point."- Marcus says with a grin.

"Absolutely!"- Martinus added. His eyes flicked over at me for a moment. I quickly looked down at my notes, pretending I didn't notice. I felt the familiar warmth in my chest, the one that always seemed to appear when he was near.

After the interview, we wrapped things up and went our separate ways. The boys had rehearsals and I needed to get ready for the pre-party. Back at the hotel, I dug through my suitcase, trying to find something perfect. I eventually settled on a black dress that hugged me in all the right places but wasn't too over the top. I styled my hair and did my makeup, keeping it simple, but elegant.

As I entered the venue for the pre-party, the atmosphere was electric. German Eurovision fans filled the arena, buzzing with excitement, waving flags from every corner of Europe.

I made my way backstage just when Marcus and Martinus went up the stage, opening the performance as the host country's representers. I couldn't even wish them good luck.

From behind the stage, I watched as they stepped onto the platform, greeted by deafening cheers. My heart swelled with pride. Seeing them up there, commanding the crowd, it reminded me how far we'd all come. I was thankful to be so close to them, to be best friends with Marcus... and Martinus. Well, I wasn't sure what I felt for him. My thoughts about him were a little more than complicated.

Their performance was incredible, as always. I watched them from the shadows, my chest tightening when Martinus glanced backstage, his eyes searching, as if knowing I was there. They came back and their faces were flushed with adrenaline, smiles wide.

"You guys killed it!"- I said, meeting them as they stepped off stage. "Thanks, Mathilda!"-Marcus beamed, pulling me into a quick hug.

Martinus locks eyes with me for a second before his eyes travel down and up, taking me in. I felt my cheeks heat up, probably getting red. He wraps his arms around me as I hug him back, feeling his warmth and raising heartbeat.

"Thanks. You look beautiful."- He said as we broke the hug. His voice was low but clear enough to send a wave of butterflies through me. I can't tell if time slows down or speeds up in that moment, but all I know is that I can't stop smiling.

I glance away, trying to hide how fluttered I am, but my heart is doing flips. "Thanks."- I manage to say, my voice sounding way more casual than I feel inside.

After the first pre-party was done, our whole crew went out in a bar to celebrate, kind of an after-party of the pre-party to say. The club was packed with Eurovision crew. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing and the vibe was celebratory.