The show was about to start, and around twenty seconds before 20:00 Britonish time, the emission begun. A new (well not so new now that it was introduced in World Hit Festival 32, but we will call it new) 16-second World Hit Festival intro began the broadcast (similar to the 2011 Eurovision intro, culminating in the base WHF logo with the Britonish flag inside).
After that, another VT showed on the screen instead of going straight to the contest. It was of two men, who looked like they were nearing 70 years old, sat down in the Britonish fields with a cup of tea in their hands. They were wearing all white, as though they just had a cricket match. The men looked at this poster on the side of the table that they were sitting on before starting to speak.
Man 1: Oh, what’s this? The World Hit Festival, oh? I’ve never heard of this Festival before, is it like the annual Harvest Festival - is that what they’re calling it these days?
Man 2: No, no. I think it’s this competition. Festival, well Song Competition, is this thing the youngsters are into these days. A handful of nations around the multiverse, I mean - not a lot of nations, not too shabby, fight against each other to hold the World Hit trophy.
Man 1: Sounds a bit dangerous, don’t you think. We shouldn’t be getting kids into fighting…
Man 2: No, no. It’s not actual fighting, it’s just - well it’s like a Song battle isn’t it? Like the X Factor, but only much better isn’t it? It’s original songs, not renditions or anything. Each nation shows off their culture, well, most of the times they just send songs they think would win.
Man 1: Very interesting. I wonder how it would be like going to this contest, I think it sounds rather fitting, tell me more about it…!
Man 2: Well…
The shot then went up as the two actors looked into the air in a clichéd way, before music started and shots of the previous World Hit Festival was displayed on the screen. During the first few seconds of the clips, as everything started to get louder, it was of the winning artist during the last contest from Mercedini, who just stood there. It looked as though they were located on an abandoned bridge, somewhere in Mercedini. Daniel has no expression on his face as the camera got close to him. But as the music seemed to suddenly drop, he smirked and with that, a flash of gold erupted onto the television screens of those at home, showing all of the different acts, including the opening act from Vodiznad. From Britonish fan favourites like Goluta to Izmedu to Cosneolta and Estogium, quick snap shots, sped up, were shown. At around 32 seconds in, we focused on the top three performances, Darkmania’s, Britonisea’s and then finally, we focused on Mercedini’s performance and the lifting of the trophy before 12 seconds later, a black screen showed on the television screens at home with the words, “Welcome To Junterapten” on it. The audience could be heard being faded in before we faded away to the First Direct Arena, where 29,000 people were packed in their to witness the 35th World Hit Festival take place. It was all dark in the arena, with the only lights coming from the wristbands on everyone who stood on the main floor. We were to see the men later on in the show, but for now, the contest was well underway.
00:00 - The audience’s cheer slowly died down as a soft piano was played throughout the arena. As another percussion came in, a woman came walking onto the stage by herself wearing quite contemporary clothing. The LED screens behind faded into a moving picture of it raining, with a bokeh effect over it and the lights on the LED flashed on and off. As she walked to the middle of the stage, she was joined there by someone else, a male, who was taller than she was. This male went behind her and grasped her whole body as she sunk into him. The camera slowly moved away and blurred away as the stage suddenly turned red.
01:24 - People with pitchforks came running onto the stage from both sides. On the left side of the stage, people wearing blue tribal-looking clothes came on, moving in perfect unison with each other. A few seconds later, people wearing red tribal-looking clothes came running over from the right, though these people looked as though they were less in unison that those on the left. Constantly, the camera would switch between the two. Each group were also carrying many different flagpoles on them, flags of the participating nations.
01:56 - The man and the woman started to do repeated actions in the middle of the stage, where they were standing, as the two groups of people started to come nearer to them. The screens behind started to show moving pictures, black and white pictures, of war happening in a war-torn area. The two started to move forward, towards the audience, and the cameras started to respond to them.
02:15 - At each clap, the reds and blues with stop and clap with their hands in the air, and the audience - once getting used to how often the claps were, they joined in. The reds and the blue started to run in and out of each other, while the two main dancers knelt on the floor right at the end of the stage, still doing the actions that they were doing earlier.
03:01 - The stage went frantic here, displaying many colours, as the two groups of people started to barbarically run towards the front of the stage, though in slow motion. The woman held her head up, crying whilst the groups got nearer to them. The lights were flashing on and off, and they slowly got nearer.
03:31 - They then reached the man and woman who were at the front of the stage and went into a long line. The camera then went down the line, and people would turn towards the camera, displaying the flags of each of the participating nations, jumping along to the music as it changed in dynamics and texture.
04:41 - The woman then seemed as though she was walking on top of the heads of the people who were standing in a line and the man was following her too. The song sounded very distorted, and the cameras were too - you couldn’t make out exactly what was happening. However, near the end of the performance, the woman jumped off the heads of people as the audience slightly applauded, not sure as to what the hell the opening act was about.