First, this handsome Russian stranger invites you to his ”house”. When you get there, though, it is genuinely a castle. An old Scottish castle, filled to the brim with so many people, mostly past Eurovision winners (or, at the very least, contestants). It’s gorgeous. It’s loud. You are slightly over whelmed as you enter the castle and search for Alexander Lemtov, who, when you tell the valet men you know personally, raise their eyebrows up to their hairlines.

Second, you and Alex are on one of the large stone balconies of the castle. He is being a little shy, a little flirtatious. He is all bright smiles and wisdom, pure sunshine under the night sky. You are still wary around him, but your guard is slipping, slowly but surely. He asks you what your voice would say, if you were able to really use it without any fear of reprimand. You are distracted from your answer when a steady, rhythmic noise erupts from inside the castle. You ask him, what’s that?, and he grins uncontrollably as he takes your hand.

“Oh, you are going to love this.”

Third, Alexander Lemtov himself leads you into his castle — one of the many homes all over the world he owns — where every single guest is packed into the largest room, all clapping to the same imagined beat. Alex is wearing this smile that should be humanly impossible with how wide and bright it is. He claps, too. You clap. Everybody is clapping, and then somebody steps forward and begins singing “Believe” by Cher.

You lean over to Alex and ask, what is this?

“It’s a song-along!” He chirps loud enough for you to hear over the commotion. You repeat the word back to him and he confirms. “You’ll love it, trust me.”

Two or three more people join in singing, one of them singing the same song as the first person, and then another seamlessly transitioning into a different song.