"are you sure I won't hurt him? Well, you know, maybe they'll scare me or something... I would not want to make a bad impression on such an important day."

"Don't be afraid, everything is fine. just keep your voice down and don't try to touch unnecessarily. If anything, I'll be there."

your mom gave Joost advice and stepped aside, allowing the singer to pack up and enter her child's room. and Joost, inopportunely, began to tremble and get nervous. It was the first time he had such a "performance", and he did not know how it would go.

when he received an offer letter, he thought it was spam and wanted to delete it, but after thinking about it, he read it more carefully. it was only necessary to come to the sick child for an hour or less and wish him a happy birthday. a large amount was communicated... but Joost considered any payment a sacrilege.

and now he was already standing in front of the door to your room, not knowing what to feel. A light train of men's perfume gave him an air of seriousness, but the Europapa costume made him comical. Now Joost felt like a hospital clown who had to laugh when tears welled up in his eyes. he knew that he had to be stronger than any excitement, for the sake of the sick child whom he had come to congratulate. Inhale, exhale.

Klein gently knocked on the door and opened it a crack. His bright head popped out of the crack in the door, and he forced a smile with all his might.

"Well, hello, handsome! And who has a birthday today? Who's the birthday child here today?"