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by **Togonistan** » Tue Oct 30, 2018 11:28 am

5/15 Adab

Mareta: ''Now, it is time for Adab to announce their points. Hello Adab, and hello Mr. Elrabba Rabbani''

Elrabba Rabbani: "Good evening!"

Mareta: ''May we have your five points, please?''

Elrabba Rabbani: ''Yes, five points from Adab go to... Mercedini!''

by **Togonistan** » Tue Oct 30, 2018 11:33 am

Mareta: ''First five nations have awarded their points. Before we move on to the next nation, let's take a look at the scoreboard.''

Mareta: ''Right now, Aloquirbe is leading with 11 points. However, Mercedini is close behind. Adab, Izmedu and Kalosia have also started with a good pace, having 8, 7 and 7 points perspectively. Meanwhile, Vartugia and Fromulya are still yet to open their scorecount. However, it is time to continue with the voting. Next on line, it is Darkmania.''

by **Togonistan** » Wed Oct 31, 2018 2:32 pm

6/15 Darkmania

Mareta: ''Good evening Darkmania, and good evening Änna. May we have your points please?''

Änna Kisdemin: "Good evening. Tag.....Togonistan! Pardon my mistakes."

Mareta: ''Haha, it's okay. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.''

Änna Kisdemin: ''Now, we are lucky to host this event in a peaceful country. We are all hyped to see who will get the fiver from "Darky" as some call us. And i'm not gonna waste time. We will say that Llalta gets the darkmanian fiver!''

Mareta: ''Thank you Änna.''

Änna Kisdemin: "Thank you too. Long live peace!"

by **Togonistan** » Wed Oct 31, 2018 2:36 pm

7/15 Togonistan

Mareta: ''Next, it is time for the host nation. Hello there Elenola.''

Elenola Anahira: "Heyyyyy, good evening to everyone!"

Mareta: ''Good evening to you too. Can you tell us how Togonistan voted?''

Elenola Anahira: ''Yes, of course! Our five points went to... Llalta!''

by **Togonistan** » Wed Oct 31, 2018 2:40 pm

8/15 Mercedini

Mareta: ''Next up, it is last edition's host Mercedini. Good evening Elia.''

Elia Vinci: "Good evening Togonistan, good evening multiverse, this is Zoloroni calling! It's great to be with you once again for another festival of youth and music! It's been a terrific show packed with talent from the next generation of artists, and we can't wait to see who out on top at the end of the night. Anyways, our five points went to... Togonistan!"

Mareta: ''Thank you Elia!''

Elia Vinci: ''Thank you, and best of luck to all of the artists!''

by **Togonistan** » Wed Oct 31, 2018 2:46 pm

9/15 Llalta

Mareta: ''Now it is time for Llalta. Hello there!''

Pingu: "Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt! (Hello Togonistan! Llalta calling!)"

Mareta: ''Hmm, I'm not sure I speak this dialect, but can you please tell us how Llalta voted?''

Pingu: ''Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt!
(Before we get onto the all important votes, let me tell you, (you’ve probably heard it before) thank you so much for this AMAZING show! The forum formatting is simply spectacular and the use of [box] and [b.] is simply exquisite!)
Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt. Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt!
(Now onto the best part: votes. You will see our 1-4 votes to my left, along with a very useful text version at the bottom of the post.)Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt...
Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt Nööt!
(Our 5 points go to... IZMEDU!!! Don’t be too sad if you weren’t given any points... this is only a fun, forum contest after all! Thank you and good night!)''

Mareta: ''Thank you Llalta, and thank you Pingu. Just for clarification, five points from Llalta went to... Izmedu!''

by **Togonistan** » Wed Oct 31, 2018 2:51 pm

10/15 Tödlichebujoku

Mareta: ''We're moving on to Tödlichebujoku. Good evening, may we have your points please?''

ATI: "Hello Tushlark, it's SterGo with the votes from Tödlichebujoku! Great show from everyone tonight! "

Mareta: ''Thank you!''

ATI: ''Looks like certain WorldVision stars in our jury half were in love with your entry! Five points go to Togonistan!''

Mareta: ''Haha, thank you, ATI.''

ATI:''Anyway, good night and you go Dimas and Gerda!''

by **Togonistan** » Wed Oct 31, 2018 2:55 pm

Mareta: ''This is it with the second set of votes. Let's take another look at the scoreboard, shall we?''

Mareta: ''Looks like we have some changes here! Izmedu has catched up with Aloquirbe, both of them on the lead right now with 21 points. However, they are being chased by Llalta, Togonistan and Kalosia, all of them having 16 points. Also, Mercedini is not far behind either. However, it is still anyone's game, nothing is set in stone yet.''

by **Togonistan** » Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:48 am

11/15 The Hlhata States

Mareta: ''Good evening Hlhata States. May we have your points please?''

Bear: "Random bear noises (Hi! That was awful! Here are our votes:) "

Mareta: ''Eh... yeah, five points from Hlhata States went to... Llalta!''

by **Togonistan** » Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:51 am

12/15 South Batoko

Mareta: ''Next up, it's South Batoko!''

Spokesperson: "Good evening Tushlark! Five points from South Batoko went to... Darkmania!"

Mareta: ''Thank you! Three nations to go, it is getting really intense here!''

by **Togonistan** » Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:53 am

13/15 Aloquirbe

Mareta: ''Good evening Aloquirbe! May we have your points please?''

Aarav Reddy: "Hello, World! This is Aloquirbe City calling and these are the votes of the Aloquirbic Jury! And our FANTASTIC FIVE IS GOING TO... Llalta!"

Mareta: ''Five points to Llalta! Only two nations left to vote!''

by **Togonistan** » Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:56 am

14/15 1zmedu

Mareta: ''We are moving on to nation number fourteen. Good evening... onezmedu. May we have your points please?''

Spokesperson: "Hello Darlings! 1zmedu’s voting now. Our votes will be on the screen now. Ha ha! And our 5 points go to... Our clones, Izmedu!"

Mareta: ''Thank you!''

by **Togonistan** » Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:59 am

15/15 Kalosia

Mareta: ''Final nation to vote! Good evening Kalosia, and good evening Maria. May we have Kalosian points?''

Maria Kaľari: "Hello Mareta! Yes, I have Kalosian votes right here! Our five points went to... Izmedu!"

by **Togonistan** » Sat Nov 03, 2018 3:16 am

Lights on the arena went off, with drumroll starting to play. Slowly, a picture started fading in... at first, there was nothing but a white background with grey native patterns. Then, a text appeared, stating the winner of the show. Although, it still took a few moments before the name of the winner could be seen, along with a flag of their nation.

Fans in the arena started cheering as the name of the winner was being displayed! Then, the camera took us to the greenroom, where we saw Lea Rogosic hiding her mouth. Some tears started flowing out of her eyes, as she was shocked due to what she saw right now. Could this be true? Yes, indeed, it was as she was instructed to leave the greenroom and arrive to the stage. Meanwhile, the final scoreboard was shown as well.

Mareta smiled as she saw Lea and the Izmeduan delegation arriving to the stage.

''Congratulations to Lea Rogosic from Izmedu for winning the 5th Junior World Hit Festival.''

Lea arrived to the stage, where a wreath was placed on her head. Also, the JWHF5 trophy was given to her by the host. Lea was crying out of happiness as she raised the trophy above her head, causing the crowd to start screaming even more. After that, the camera focused on Mareta. She was facing the camera, smiled and started speaking as Lea was still seen celebrating her victory in the background.

''This was the 5th Junior World Hit Festival in Tushlark, Togonistan. Once again, congratulations to Lea. From me, this is it, and before we say goodbye, it is time for the winner to perform her song one more time. Lea, the stage is yours!''

by **Togonistan** » Sat Nov 03, 2018 3:20 am

Winner's Reprise

Izmedu
Lea Rogosic- "To poli"

Title Translation: It Hurts
Language(s): Izmeduan
Tune: Polina Bogusevich - Wings
Lyrics: Lea Rogosic
Music: Lea Rogosic

Stage lights billowed down to the center of the stage at the advent of the Izmeduan entry. They flashed a bright white before darkening amongst a flurry of crowd cheer. Lea herself was situated at the top of the stairs, being only a few steps away from taking the first step to go down to the main platform. Her heart racing at a rate of a mile a minute as she felt her senses go into overdrive. She took a deep breath to stop the developing panic within her. Before long, a calm came over her when the Izmeduan entry finally started... A single piano note saw a simple, white spotlight illuminate Lea's form on the stage. The camera then focused on a close view of her. Her face was visible with a haunting aura from the spotlight, and she caught the camera with her forlorn gaze. She cupped the microphone with both hands, raising it to her face when she heard the cue to start singing in her ear-piece.

Bio sam sam, prestrašen
Mnoge suze pada s majih vakli
Sentio sam se malim
Plačem tebe, plačem tebe

The actual effects on stage were almost minimal, non-existent, An array of white lights began to gradually shine on the light rigs placed on top of the screens as Lea sang the first song. The camera focused on her fragile expression, with the way her eyes were almost closed (still reflecting an insecurity performing in front of the camera). Her body language was still a bit tense with her shoulders still raised somewhat, and someone being very watchful could see how her hands were slightly trembling. Her vocals, while a bit shaky at first, smoothed themselves out throughout the first verse... Midway through, she was finally then able to catch the camera's gaze, her eyes open enough to express the emotions that were packed in the writing of the song. Her entire demeanor brimmed with an intense emotion, her eyes looking as if they were watering. The camera alternated between close-ups and wide views, also reflecting the isolation and loneliness in the lyrics.

Blažio za bolji život
Obećao... Da ostaneš conmaic
I dali ste mi rasaun
Krerovati, krerovati

For this latter half of the verse, Lea was truly beginning to get ahold of the performance as she was able to emote more without it becoming too overwhelming. While it was clear, especially in the first and second lines of this verse that the emotions threatened to overpower the performance, she was able to keep it just centered and focused enough to reign it in. The camera kept focusing on her tormented set of emotions, clearly showcasing the conflict between the emotions she had to bottle up for the performance and the actual resonances and feelings behind these lyrics, especially for the person she had in mind. This line was broached when Lea let down the guard for the last line of the verse, especially in the lead up to the hook.

Mui ne...
Abandonili ste me
Ne laži
Car ju znam la istina

Lea started to step backward slightly, raising her arms out slightly and pointing towards the camera as if doing so in an accusatory tone. The lights began to shine brighter as the instrumentation was building towards the chorus. Her body moved with emotion, Lea visibly closing her eyes at some parts as she knew the chorus was right around the corner. The camera gradually switched between side and frontal views of Lea as she sang this hook. The final shot of the hook focused on Lea's hands going upward, before slowly fading into a black as the music softened into an almost silence.

Po jamo prvi put, želim sloboda
Mui ne imjesto, maj cre je slomljen
It hurts, to poli puno
Volio sam, con svime imao sam

The chorus saw the convention centre's lights roar to life in a blinding white as Lea passionately delivered the chorus. As it was only the first iteration of the chorus, there was a sense that she may be holding back just a tiny bit, but her expression still displayed the pain and anguish she felt from these words. In each and every movement she made, constantly moving backwards and forwards just slightly while her arms were simultaneously flaying about and also aiding in amplying her vocals, she was expressing the pain of abandonment she felt deeply. The camera remained on her, emphasizing a side profile view for the first two lines of the chorus. It was at the third line where the focus switched to a frontal view, catching Lea keeling forward slightly and looking down as she sang the song's English title, 'It hurts,' before gazing back at the camera for the rest of the chorus. For the last line, her hands were almost balled into a fist as her eyes were closed from the raw emotion, hanging her head back and setting both her hands down at the last note. The camera then hung back for a wider view at the brief interval between chorus and verse, displaying the lights dimming and the spotlight being made apparent.

Dao sam sve od sebe
Biti tvoja savršena kćerka
Bio sam tvaja svita
Sve-i laži, ju sam la galina

The start of the shorter second verse saw Lea begin to make steps down to the main platform. The instrumentation was more urgent, a beat added to the proceedings versus the more solely piano-driven first verse. It was somewhat evident that Lea was still in the process of getting the hang of trying to move and maintain the intensity of her vocals. She had the benefit that the verse did not require as much vocal intensity, but the camera hung back for a wider view as she spent the first two lines slowly going down the steps. Her head was down, focusing on taking one step at a time, but the conflicted emotions were still very much in her vocals, especially in the first two lines. Her gaze downwards on the steps was once laced with sorrow and cocnentration. By the third line, she was successfully on the main stage itself, a camera on the ground catching her. She gazed at that camera as it moved around her, her emotional expression catching its brief gaze before returning back to a regular view. She stepped forward with an arm out, preparing for the hook.

Gotov sam, vrime je krenem dalje
La praznog lukra

The hook was brief, with the lights intensifying around Lea as the strings in the instrumentation began to build. Lea stepped back as her vocals went higher and higher. The first line saw her recede her arm back, the camera catching her face. There was a sense of a resigned acceptance and a determination within her expression, a change from the despair she felt. It was at the last line of this hook is where Lea truly let her vocals out, ending the hook with a sense of pleading. The camera caught these conflicted emotions as she was readying herself for the vocals, switching to a stage-wide in a split second.

Po jamo prvi put, želim sloboda
Mui ne imjesto, maj cre je slomljen
It hurts, to poli puno
Volio sam, con svime imao sam

An array of white lights brightened the convention centre to an intense degree, the LED walls finally being utilized displaying an abstract silver background that evoked images of cracked glass. As Lea sang, the images on the screens would crackle further, looking almost close to shattering but never quite coming close to. Accordingly, the camera would then focus on a combination of views that accentuated Lea with the screen. With the addition of the graphics behind her, Lea amped up her delivery of the chorus; being just a bit more forceful with her vocal belts and movements. She then visibly clutched her chest at the end of the second line, then looking upwards with pain in her eyes at the start of the third. The ending of the chorus saw the convention centre darken as Lea let a note linger downwards. She stepped backwards as the camera faded to a closer view of her clasping the microphone with bot hands, her expression and demeanor now fragile as her eyes were closed.

It hurts, to poli puno
Volio sam, con svime imao sam

She looked visibly pained as she sang the first line of the brief lead-up to the final, and climactic, chorus of the song. Her tone was soft as she sang the song's title drop with a vulnerability that once again saw the line between performing and raw emotion to blur. When she sang the second line, any attempt at a performing pretense was gone... A newfound intensity was found in her vocals as her voice progressively began to become more powerful. She'd come dangerously close to feeding off of just raw emotion during the song, but it was when she performed the ad lib that notated the key change was when all bets were truly off...

Po jamo prvi put, želim sloboda
Mui ne imjesto, maj cre je slomljen
It hurts, to poli puno
Volio sam, con svime imao sam

The final chorus of the song saw the entire entry climax to its most dramatic point. The camera angles were dramatic and yet remained close to Lea the entire time. The convention centre was drowned in the brightest settings of white light, configured to make the most haunting atmosphere possible. The screens were now showing the cracked grass from the earlier chorus, now shattering and falling to pieces. Lea's vocals were at their highest intensity as she was moving and feeling the song with her rawest possible emotions. All she could think of was her father at this moment. Her eyes were closed, her body was tensing with pure grief and despair, and her arms were nearly flailing about as her sole way of making sure to keep pace with her vocals. The words resonated even stronger in her mind as she sang. Her vocals soared and were pushing to the very limits of her vocal ability, and she was visibly shaking trying to navigate the emotions and pull off the performance, at the end even desperately reaching for the camera as it now focused on a frontal view of her.

Volio sam, con svime imao sam
Volio sam, con svime imao sam

The outro of the song was at hand, repeating the last line of the chorus. By this point, just playing off the feelings she had in mind while writing the song put Lea close to the edge of breaking down. She soldiered through these final two lines, with the first iteration maintaining the lights and the instrumentation. By the second and final iteration, Lea ceased her movements and stood stock still. She sang each word with as much power she could muster, trying to hold it together as each time she repeated the lines, every word of it sunk deeper in her mind. She only had her father in mind and the veracity and intensity of her feelings. Once that was done, Lea slowly let down the microphone as the lights darkened.

by **Togonistan** » Sat Nov 03, 2018 3:46 am

Credits

Executive Producer:

Mariota Niu

Show Producer:

Eli Tauatofua

Contest Producer:

Niko Falagi

Head of Production:

Malia Nanai

Multi Camera Director:

Arona Sale

Assistant Camera Director:

Amosa Alofipo

Stage Design:

Ioana Feresa

Lighting Desing:

Sam Fekler

Interval Act Directors:

Eli Tauatofua
Ietero Tamatoa

Host Stylist:

Arihi Vavau

Backstage Assistants:

Iakopo Fepuleai
Siona Pule
Fetu Nanai
Eli Matautia
Elisapeta Falagi
Nafanua Toleafoa
Fa'afetai Tuigamala
Litia Faresa

Camera Operators:

Iakopo Fiso
Kainano Fualema
Noa Tau
Esera Lotomau

Lighting Technicians:

Tapu Fuima
Arona Levaai
Simi Tilo

Sound Engineer:

Elia Afakasi

Hair Stylists:

Apikaila Niko
Mura Tuala
Arieta Faiivae
Agelu Fuima

Make-up Artists:

Sina Leoso
Mareta Fanaafi
Talia Lotomau

Catering:

Fiti Uta'i
Isaiah Fisonai

South Tushlark Junior Tance Group:

Pili Leapai
Sailo Leniu
Atamu Afamasaga
Pati Faasoo
Apineru Seuava
Kaperielu Foai
Tamotu Uta'i
Siaosi Malemo
Pisa Silao
Falelauli'i Faaeteete
Kalepo Saluni
Iareto Pelesa
Ula Fa'amoe
Reupena Lopamaua
Iuta Faresa
Alepati Niu
Arona Tupua
Elisaia Taalitua
Sailo Tanielu
Mark-Andre Nielson
Tau Fanene
Toma Faresa
Vai Enesi
Ula Fanaafi

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