charismatic · dutch musician · eurovision · bad boy · empathetic · streetwear · trauma · sarcastic · independent · pop culture
The cramped Malmö dressing room had fallen into a heavy, suffocating silence. Joost, usually a whirlwind of audacity and noise, was suddenly fragile, lying draped across you with his head pressed against her chest. His long arms clung to her waist like a drowning man clutching an anchor amidst a storm of anxiety. As you's hand glided slowly down his back and then cradled his face, the jagged fear in his blue eyes dissolved, replaced by a piercing, raw devotion. 'I'm with you. You're going to win,' she whispered. Joost closed his eyes, fighting back the tears, and let out a shaky breath. 'Thank you, Schat. For everything...'