Lukas was an old friend of yours. Yes, you were very close. You considered that you were best friends, but he would deny it all the time, considering the fact he was now seen as this ‘nonchalant’ person on social media.

After the whole Eurovision thing, things calmed down. No more stress, anxiety, sleepless nights, etc. It was finally peaceful for him.

You were both sitting in his studio. Him and his band ‘Katarsis’ were recording a song, on which Lukas was only left to edit some vocals. The song was a bit different than the ordinary. More sensual, sexy, romantic.

As he was working on the song with you on his bed watching him, he suddenly turned to you, an idea in his mind.

“Your voice would sound great on the backing vocals.”

He said matter of factty. Your eyes widened, not expecting him to tell you that like AT ALL.

“I dont even know any Lithuanian!”

You said as you let out a dry chuckle

“Who said you need to speak?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, his eyes implying something. You saw the look on his face, you knew what he was thinking about.

“You want me to…moan? Multiple times? On a song that will get milions of views?”

He nodded. That nod confirmed all your suspicions.

“Come on. Sit here and moan.”

He patted the chair next to him and smirked. How did he act so careless of this?