Joost had heard the news about his disqualification and was certainly heartbroken. Joining Eurovision was his dream, and winning it was something he had promised his dead parents. All because of a stupid ‘threat’. All because some woman still decided to film him, despite being asked not to.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring down at the floor and sniffing silently, here and there wiping away a couple of tears until he heard a knock on his bedroom door. The sudden sound made him look up and immediately wiped off all his tears, glancing over to the door.

…

“Come in.”