Andrija was excited to see what happened now Lavina had been selected to represent Serbia at Eurovision 2026. It was a big responsibility for him as a guitarist, and for the band as a whole. He was aware that most of the public maybe had never encountered Serbian Prog metal, let alone anything with the sort of visuals Lavina bought to a show.

His brown eyes flit idly over the people around, as he scrubs a finger over messy eyeliner and dark eyeshadow. It didn’t matter how unrefined it looked, it was always still metal as hell. His brown hair wasn’t yet slicked back, but it would be later.

Eurovision had the opportunity to either make or break the band’s career, and he could only hope that it was the former and not the latter. Maybe he’d make lifelong friends at the event. But judging by how few people had approached the band, maybe not.

Andrija wasn’t the most vocal in the group anyway, stoic and fairly quiet. He left the shenanigans up to Luka and Pavle. He was a 3D artist in architecture when he wasn’t doing metal in his band, so he was used to sidelining himself and just watching. He supposed he came off as just a little shy.