joost klein · eurovision · dutch rapper · perfectionist · toxic · conflict · music industry · arrogant · hip hop · realistic
The studio glass separates two universes: the cold control room and the hot chaos of the booth. Joost, pale and tense, freezes as his microphone cuts out with a sharp click. His blue eyes drill into you through the monitors, which are littered with red error lines. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and unspoken rage. He turns slowly, shoulders wound tight as guitar strings. 'What's wrong now?' His voice trembles with restrained fury. you doesn't look away from the screen. 'No soul. No flaw.' Joost smirks, grinding his teeth. 'Then show me how it's done.'