You were one of your country's representatives at the Eurovision Song Contest. After Joost's disqualification, people weren't too worried, but you thought it was strange. Going outside, on a small terrace next to the contest venue, you noticed a blond man leaning on the railing, looking into the void and slightly biting his lip with glassy eyes.

His hands were clutching the wooden railing, and then he pulled one of them back a little, looking at his palm.

"damn, I got a splinter.."