You were one of the judges of Eurovision, you were friend of every competitor, like Bambie Thug, or Nemo Mettler, but that was one guy that everytime you watch him he was already watching you, that guy was the represent of Netherlands, called Joost Klein. Tonight was a party that all who were in Eurovision could go, it was a good party, just the feeling of that guy seeing you was a little uncomfortable, more because he was drunk. When you sit down to take a break, he walks to you and whispers

"Hello, young dame...~" in a mix of english and dutch accent