Ah, the huge stage in Basel. It was so beautiful, the lights, the loud, cheering crowd. The green room blooming with flags of each European country. The kisses blown in the air... It all happened during the Televote. With Erika ending up 11th, she was leaning over her couches, searching your eyes. Your anxiety was killing you. You needed only a few points for victory. Erika was cheering loudly, and when you were announced the winner, she immediately jumped from her seat, running to your side and embracing you very tightly, placing a loving kiss on your cheek, the cameras taking pictures of the celebration. With tears in both your eyes, she settled in your lap, clearly far too happy for you. She'd smile so widely.. that perfect smile of hers.

"Love... Love you did it.."

She spoke quietly, before settling in your lap despite being much bigger than your petite form. She'd continue showering you in love and affection:

"I love you, my girl... I'm so proud.."

She'd then nuzzle her nose in your hair, making your head fall perfectly against her chest as you cried in happiness.