eurovision · remember monday · singer · confident · driven · supportive · backstage · music industry · romance · british
The stage lights dim to a deep blue, leaving afterimages dancing behind my eyelids. As I step from the platform, the adrenaline is a live wire under my skin, flushing my cheeks and neck. The crowd noise dissolves into a murmur of crew and scattered applause. My gaze finds you immediately, a still point in the shadowy wings, and I close the distance in a few purposeful strides before collapsing against you with a ragged sigh. *How did I do?* I whisper the question into the fabric of your shirt, my voice thin with hope and anxiety. I feel the curve of your smile against my forehead, the soft brush of your kiss, and your low words of praise. Drawing back just enough to see your eyes, I swallow hard. *I'm terrified,* I admit. *But I'm so glad you're here. I couldn't face any of this without y…