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World Hit Festival 57, Amiens, N&P | Draft Thread [CLOSED]

Postby Normandy and Picardy » Sat Feb 20, 2021 6:11 pm


Madames et Messieurs, Welcome to the Draft Thread of the 57th World Hit Festival! This will be the place where nations will work and post on their entry that I (the host) will then eventually transfer to the IC thread once it opens. The final deadline for posting entries will be 7th March, 11:59PM GMT with the IC thread up 24 hours later. However, nations are free to make minor edits to their entries as I transfer them to the IC thread. There will be a 24 hour grace period after the entry posting deadline for nations to ask for edits as I post/finish up the IC thread. After March 8th, all entries are considered final, and I will endeavour to have the IC Thread as complete as possible for the 9th. Details on the listenalong etc. will come at a later date

For this thread, you can use any format that you wish when posting your entry. The only things that will change as it is transferred to the IC thread will be the header (which will act as a link to your postcard and will be located at the top of your entry) as well as the text being aligned to the center for uniformity's sake. Otherwise, the host nation will not alter the RP aspect in any major form, but minor additions are liable to be made that will only come at the very end of your entries.

  1. Please leave translations at the end of your post under a single spoiler.
  2. If you are currently working on an entry, please put Work-in-Progress or WIP on the top of the entry or on a spoiler. This makes it easier to track which countries have completed their entries based on WHF standards.

As written by Kalosia for WHF26: The host (Normandy and Picardy in this case) reserves the right to make alterations to your RP when copying it over to the IC thread. However, these alterations will be limited to cleaning up the formatting as well as adding (not deleting) RP regarding the situation in the arena (i.e. how the audience reacted). Substantial/major alterations will not be made without written permission, and any further changes to an entry within the IC thread will only be done upon written request by the user behind it, and with host discretion.

Remaining Deadlines
Sign-ups Close - 28th February
Draft Thread Close - 7th March (+24 hour grace period)
Voting Deadline- 14th March
Winner Known By: 21st March


The Running Order

To be determined by random draw held live on Discord and posted in the OOC Thread once the Draft Thread Deadline has passed


Additional Information/Miscellany

RP and Stage Info: When determining your performance, you are more than free to use the show + host city details as you write your RP. If you have any questions about specific stage effects or trying to see what is/isn't possible on the stage, don't be afraid to ask me questions through the WHF57 OOC thread, through telegram, or through Discord.

What is a Complete Entry?: A complete entry, by technical definition, is an entry on the draft thread with a usable tune and a complete set of lyrics (all stanzas, verses, and etc. covered). Which means, I can transfer a post with just pure lyrics onto the IC thread and mark it as a complete entry. However, I encourage all nations to put in RP to your entries. It makes the entry look far more complete than just lyrics on the page, and while it won't guarantee higher points, it will signal to the WHF community that you are putting in effort than just beyond lyrics. However, since time is often a crunch (aka me every WHF so I relate). What will not be transferred is an entry with incomplete lyrics, just a header, or one considered too low-effort or inappropriate for the standards of WHF.

Additional Information on Headers: You are encouraged to include the names of your song's IC producers and IC lyric writers. This information will go on your header. I will supply the now-customary header template (which will be replaced by a graphical header on the IC thread). However, you are not required to use this particular header for this draft thread, as you are free to use whatever format you use.

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Postby North Alezia » Sat Feb 20, 2021 6:49 pm

XX. North Alezia
"Kau, Yang Terbaik" - Andi Ainii Irqimaza Novogrody

Title Transcription: -none-
Title Translation: You, the Best
Language(s): Indonesian
Lyrics: Andi Ainii Irqimaza Novogrody
Music: Andi Robi Idris Novogrody
Tune: Erika Vikman - Cicciolina


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North Alezia has a great reputation in the World Hit Festival, always earning top 10 ever since they debuted at the 52nd edition at Monterra, Kalosia. The country nearly won the competition in the 56th edition in Brahmokerto, Fromulya with Halimah Sa'adinova's Hilang di Zafi, only to get 2nd after being defeated by Todlichebujoku by two points. North Alezia got much less lucky one edition later where North Alezia got its worst result, a 10th place. This time, North Alezia plans to be a little luckier with this edition, hopefully even finally bring in the title to Zafizamarrah.

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Andi Ainii Irqimaza Novogrody (short name Ainii) was the youngest of the Andi-Novogrody non-identical twins. She was born ten minutes after Robi, her twin older brother and also the composer of her entry to this edition's World Hit Festival. (Robi was born on 30/01/90 at 23:50:00 and Ainii was born on 31/01/90 at 00:00:00) She was the daughter of Mukhlis Krasnaya Novogrody (yup. Mukhlis the premier and rebel leader himself) and Andi Rinra Panaikata. The Russian and Buginese fuse into one culture. (Funny Fact: One day before Mukhlis and Rinra married, they got sat on the floor with a table with a lot of stuff in front of them. Mukhlis got surprised when he got thrown rice at him that he nearly tumbles himself upside down. Turns out it's a Buginese tradition called Mapacci...)

Ainii enjoyed her childhood being the national family. However, Ainii herself in an interview said that being the children of the premier she and his brother are always brought up everywhere up and down, left and right. She said that it was stressful that she said that she won't even think about getting the Premiership seat even if people asked her to. Other than the stressful life of being a Premier daughter, Ainii found her singing potential after Ainii sung a song his brother "wrote", which Robi jumped up and down hearing his song being sung by his sister. Her father also apparently said: "Ainii got serious potential." This proved that Ainii was special because usually, singing abilites in the Novogrody family always went to the males. Ainii is a new exception to that theory.

Ainii completed her tertiary education at the Millenial University of Zafizamarrah at 2012 with a degree in Music Production. Ainii quickly debuted with an album called "Be Serious or I'll Make You" released on the same year, earning applaud and fantastic reviews. That's right! Ainii jumped to the music scene earlier than Robi (which was working as a detective. Only to be fired due to him being ousted for "Incompetence" (honestly it's just due to Robi finding out that his higher-ups are embezzling money), which started making albums in 2017. For some reason, however, Robi went viral and his popularity shot up. And Ainii would always highly support him.

Ainii is also a great composer, although she specifically wants Robi to do the World Hit Festival entry because "He is made for these kind of stuff and she is not sure about doing it herself". Ainii is also a great at economy stuff. She was so good at it that people joked that Ainii inherited the Andi part of the family's ability to haggle in MASSIVE amounts. Ainii is also great in violin, which she learned since she was 5. However, Ainii has some not so good sides too. She can be a little bit violent (she is a black-belt in Karate, one day she threw someone upside down for unknown reason).



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Kau, Yang Terbaik gives a message to its listeners about positivity and happiness all around. To do whatever you like without caring so much about people judging. And to be honest to themselves, and to speak the truth. The lyrics are actually partly based on her mother's advice when she was a teenager.

The Live performance will be accompanied by four backing singer and dancer. Mizan Alhiqfliazul, Risani Martha-Emilio, Intana Seranti, and surprisingly, his own brother, and the composer of the song itself, Andi Robi Idris Novogrody.

PERFORMANCE

(The postcard ended, and transitioned to the stage where the are two female backing singers and a big door. People applauses for Ainii's song. The instrumental starts, and lights scatters everywhere. From behind, the screen on the LED strip shows a white line going to the front side of the stage. When the last drum are being hit, the two male backing dancers kicked the door open (don't worry it's not locked so it's ok). The two male backings quickly walked upfront and walked directly to the left and right of the door giving Ainii the spotlight who was wearing a black gown with white leaves as a decoration on the side that can actually light up like this). The camera quickly zooms to Ainii

Jangan takut, katakanlah isi dalam hati (hati)
Siapa yang peduli, percayalah isi dalam hati (hati)


(Ainii walks to the front accompanied by the male backing singers walking behind. while she do that, the line below her follows her to the front accurately.)

Dengarkanlah suaramu di dalam diri
Jangan lupa jadilah dirimu sendiri


(Ainii arrived at the center part of stage, the men behind her pivoted behind her and the audience, the female backing singers walked to the center so they can be near Ainii. Ainii points to audience and then proceeds to hold the female backing singers hands at "Peganglah erat tanganku")

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Janganlah kau kuatir
Karena mereka amatir
Peganglah erat tanganku


(When the drum hits, Ainii quickly looked upwards and swished part of her dress. Which then quicklly continued with Ainii facing the camera again. The backing dancers walked a few step backwards. The view turns to a steadicam and on the third phrase, the steadicam can be seen running through the front stage which Ainii responded with facing the camera and spreading her right hand at the camera's direction)

Janganlah kau pesimis, Jangan kau menyerah
Kuyakin dengan pasti engkau akan berjaya

Jangan takut 'tuk jadi yang terbaik
Karena memang benar Kau, Yang Terbaik


(After that, the view changes back to the front view where Ainii is shown moving her shoulder up and down alternatively between her shoulders and spreading her hands. In the third phrase, the view changes to a top view which viewers can view Ainii spinning herself slowly and elegantly in the same spot, which is followed by her backing dancers. )
Berjalan dengan bangga, menatap ke depan
Siapa urus mereka bilang tak elegan

Jadilah apa yang menurutmu layak
Karena memang benar Kau, Yang Terbaik


(The view changes back to the front view, where from far away, it quickly zooms again. The male backing singers still facing against the audience again are now holding a red rose they've been putting on their shirt pockets.)

Semua ma-nu-si-a, pastilah akan diuji (uji)
Orang kan mencela, mereka mungkin kan mencaci (caci)


(In the first sentence of this part, the female backing dancers moved a step forward. On the second cue, the male backing dancers raised their right legs as low as possible and then using that leg to pivot themselves back to the front)

Takkan hilang hal bernama iri-dengki, (ahh...)
Tapi jangan sampai kau menjadi letih (ahhh...)


(The lights went dark for a while, only making Ainii visible through a single overhead light. In the "Peganglah erat tangannya" part, the female backing dancers makes way for the male backing dancers to present themselves. The men walks upfront slowly, and on the small drum hit, The male backing dancers jumped one step to the front and threw their single flower to the opposite sides of the stage. And on that double drum hit, all lights light up again)

Jujur apa adanya,
Katakan kepadanya,
Peganglah erat tangannya


(The male backing dancers walked back to form a horizontal row with Ainii and the female backing dancers at the center. The group walks together on the third sentence in which Ainii continues to sing and accompanied by "aaahhh..."'s from the backing singers.)

Janganlah kau pesimis, Jangan kau menyerah
Kuyakin dengan pasti kau akan berjaya

Jangan takut 'tuk jadi yang terbaik
Karena memang benar Kau, Yang Terbaik


(The group disperses into a V if we look from the audience view. The camera view changes to once again, the overhead view, which shows the formation change as follows. The gif also includes the previous moves before the second reff.(ignore the bandicam watermark) )

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Berjalan dengan bangga, menatap ke depan
Siapa urus mereka bilang tak elegan

Jadilah apa yang menurutmu layak
Karena memang benar Kau, Yang Terbaik


(The lights except for the one above Ainii dims out. And with that, Ainii's white leaves shows its light. And the smoke machine turns on and smoke spreads around the stage. Ainii stares at the camera, and on the third sentence, Ainii spreads her right hand and naturally, spreading her fingers before closing them back into a fist, which she puts softly into her heart)

Mungkin kau tak punya high heels, memang
Mungkin kau tak punya make-up, memang
Tapi yang terpenting ialah isi hatimu
Siapa urus, mereka tak tahu hati kamu?


(Ainii lets out a small laugh, and before you know it, all lights light up again and the group is visible again and Ainii is moving her shoulders again while singing at the same time)

Janganlah kau pesimis, Jangan kau menyerah
Kuyakin dengan pasti engkau akan berjaya

Jangan takut 'tuk jadi yang terbaik
Karena memang benar Kau, Yang Terbaik


(The group disperses the V formation and returns to the horizontal row formation at the center. Where the female backing dancers steps forward a few steps and Ainii also walks a few steps back although more elegantly and more carefully while pivoting. At the third sentence the row walks forward slowly and elegantly, and for the final hit, the men runs back front again and crouch proposal style facing eachother with their left (Robi) and right (Mizan) hand up in the air while their heads are looking at the audience and the female backing dancers just raised their left or right (depending on position) hands elegantly. Ainii stares softly at the camera while fireworks are being popped around. For easier explanation, check the reenactment below (once again, excuse the watermark) )

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Berjalan dengan bangga, menatap ke depan
Siapa urus mereka bilang tak elegan

Jadilah apa yang menurutmu layak
Karena memang benar Kau, Yang Terbaik


(The instrumental ends and Ainii raised her hands while holding the female dancers hands, which resulted in Ainii shouting "SHUUKRAAN KASSIIIIRRAAA! THANK YOU! MERCI, AMIENS!" The audience applaused and the male dancers stand back to rejoin the team in the horizontal row position and they all bowed at the same time.)

Don't be scared, say what's in your heart (heart)
Who cares, believe in what's in your heart (heart)

Listen to the voice inside of you
Don't forget to be yourself

Don't worry
They're amateurs
Hold my hand tight

Don't be pessimistic, don't you ever give up
I am highly sure you'll succeed

Don't be scared to be the best
Because it is true that you, are the best

Walking proudly, looking forward
Who cares if they say that you're not elegant?

Be what you think is nice
Because it is true that you, are the best

All humans, will be tested
People will reproach, they might berate

Won't be gone things called jealousy and envy
But don't let those tire yourself

Be honest
Say to him
Hold his hand tight

Don't be pessimistic, don't you ever give up
I am highly sure you'll succeed

Don't be scared to be the best
Because it is true that you, are the best

Walking proudly, looking forward
Who cares if they say that you're not elegant?

Be what you think is nice
Because it is true that you, are the best

Maybe you don't have any higheels, indeed
Maybe you don't have any make-up, indeed
But the most important is your heart's content
Who cares, they don't know your heart?

Don't be pessimistic, don't you ever give up
I am highly sure you'll succeed

Don't be scared to be the best
Because it is true that you, are the best

Walking proudly, looking forward
Who cares if they say that you're not elegant?

Be what you think is nice
Because it is true that you, are the best
Last edited by North Alezia on Sat Mar 06, 2021 11:20 pm, edited 11 times in total.
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Postby Beepee » Sat Feb 20, 2021 6:52 pm

XX. Beepee
"Parole d'Amore" - Poppy Cox

Title Translation: Words of Love
Language(s): English, Italian, German, French, Maltese, Hebrew, Indonesian and Norwegian
Lyrics: Poppy Cox
Music: Poppy Cox
Tune: Vanessa Mai - Sommerwind


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ARTIST BACKGROUND

Poppy Cox, 24, is a part time social media influencer and part time veterinary receptionist.  She enjoys book binding, brutalist architecture and unworts.  She dislikes chintz, wiwibloggs, and words ending in x.

Growing up as a precocious youngster, she often found herself in trouble with the law several times, luckily she's put her bad self behind her and has settled into simple local activism.

Recently,  Poppy organised marches for the right for plants to roam, anti-anti-anti-tobacco, and (most importantly) more WorldVision and World Hit Festival... because thats what we all want!

PERFORMANCE

A wave nervousness overcame Poppy as she waited backstage for the prior performance to conclude.  She nervously shook her arms to rid herself of the tension, and then cracked her neck side to side.

Her outfit for thr evening was a stunning red and gold dress, tailored to fit snuggly around her waist.  It attempted to achieve a slight Mediterranean feel with a more loose form around the hem.

She strode on stage, she awaited the music to begin, facing the rear of the stage. The stage was unlit and in darkness dark.

As the music begins the lights fade in.The backing singers sing "ahhh-ah-ah-ahhh- ah-ah" and Poppy begins to sway her hips to the beat of the music following the rhythm and sound.

before turning round to face the camera and the audience and singing... strutting to the front of the stage.


It takes only three words,
To save a hundred thousand good reasons,
For me to be leavin',


Poppy's free hand seductively runs up her side, in a manner to get her man, and the viewing public, to notice her femininity.

As she sings the following a male backing dancer comes onstage wearing dark clothes, he dances like in a contemporary fashion behind and around her before placing his on her from behind.


I wanted so much more,
Than all of this spin that you gave me,
Only your words can save me,


As she sings the following, she and the backing dancer become mirror images of each other standing in profile on the stage.


On the borderline,
Between staying and leaving,
Lie words of love.


As the chorus begins (lyrics clearly inspired by Lior Nakis, I mean who else am I right?) there's a palpable sense of tension between the dancer and Poppy. Who sway together briefly, before the dancer spins off to dance by himself whilst Poppy returns to looking down the camera. This time, however, there's a coyness in her eyes.


Say "Ich liebe dich",
Aber du sagst nichts,
Or you can say "je t'aime",
Si tu veux, c'est à vous,
Tell me "inħobbok",
It takes more than just a look,
Parole d'amore,
Ti amo, mi amor.


As the beat kicks in, the backing singers, hidden on stage, contiune with their "ahhh-ah-ah-ahhh- ah-ah"'s andthe backing dancer returns and the pair gyrate around the stage. Before the pair stops  and Poppy drops into his arms


I'm waiting to hear,
All those words of love.


As the second verse begins, Poppy switches to Italian adding some aurual interest for the listener.


Ti sto aspettando,
Aspettando la tua risposta,
non arriva velocemente.


There's a deep intensity in Poppy's eyes as she stares down the camera and into the viewing publics souls, as she continues.


Non c'è null'altro da dire,
non ci sono parole da ascoltare,
nessun sentimento.


As she sings the following, the dancer, who had previous run off stage, returns takes her in his arms.  The pair dance together as he runs his hand down her side.


On the borderline,
Between staying and leaving,
Lie words of love.


With the end of the bridge, Poppy turns to face the dancer and the pair do some form of tango, however Poppy leads pushing the dancer back, showing herself as being assertive in requesting his love.


Say "Ich liebe dich",
Aber du sagst nichts,
Or you can say "je t'aime",
Si tu veux, c'est à vous,
Tell me "inħobbok",
It takes more than just a look,
Parole d'amore,
Ti amo, mi amor.


As the pair continue their dance routine it melds into a paso doble (Beepeeans are clearly nothing if not inconsistent in their dancing styles), with the pair seemingly dance battling for the upper hand.  The dance is nothing if not highly charged with romantic tension.



I'm waiting to hear,
All those words of love.



The dancer runs away looking at the ground standing on the opposite side of the stage from Poppy, as the beat breaks... a sign perhaps their love had faded and is no longer tenable.

There's a final quiver in her voice as she continues...


"תגיד "אני אוהב אותך
And i will say it back,
Aku cinta kamu ,
berikan aku sesuatu,
Jeg elsker deg,
Ja, dag etter dag,
Parole d'amore,
Ti amo, mi amor.



With that the chorus complete, the dancer returns and bends onto one knee, pulling out a rose to hand to Poppy as she completes the song with...


Parole d'amore,
Ti amo, mi amor.


With the performance over, Poppy and the dancer bow politely and leave to allow room for the next entrant.



It takes only three words,
To save a hundred thousand good reasons,
For me to be leavin',

I wanted so much more,
Than all of this spin that you gave me,
Only your words can save me,

On the borderline,
Between staying and leaving,
Lie words of love.

Say "I love you",
But you say nothing
Or you can say "I love you",
If you want, its up to you.
Tell me "I love you",
It takes more than just a look,
Words of love,
I love you, my love.


I'm waiting to hear,
All those words of love.

I'm waiting for you,
Waiting for your reply,
it doesn't come fast.

There is nothing more to say,
there are no words to hear,
no feeling.

On the borderline,
Between staying and leaving,
Lie words of love.

Say "I love you",
But you say nothing
Or you can say "I love you",
If you want, its up to you.
Tell me "I love you",
It takes more than just a look,
Words of love,
I love you, my love.

I'm waiting to hear,
All those words of love.

Say "I love you"
And i will say it back,
I love you,
Give me something
I love you
Yes day after day
Words of love
I love you, my love.

Words of love
I love you, my love.
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Postby Rhim Flavezztowland » Sat Feb 20, 2021 8:58 pm

XX. Rhim Flavezztowland
"Lovely" - Night Rather Than Day

Language(s): English
Lyrics: Ester Palander, Palmira Posa, Mika Jameson
Music: Palmira Posa, Mika Jameson, Reina Yamazaki
Tune: "Lonely" - SISTAR

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Night Rather Than Day members (from left to right): Palmira Posa, Ester Palander, Mika Jameson

Formed on January 29, 2021 by the Flavezztowlander independent record label Sprint Records, the all-female vocal trio Night Rather Than Day consists of Palmira Posa, Ester Palander, and Mika Jameson. The song that they chose to perform in Amiens during the internal selection process for the Flavezztowlander WHF57 entry at Flavezztowland City's Broadcasting Sphere (the headquarters of FTV, the official broadcaster of WHF for Rhim Flavezztowland ever since the nation made its WHF debut in WHF55), "Lovely" is a song with at least one verse that compares the loveliness of the lover that it's about to a garden with green grass and various flowers.



Ester Palander, Palmira Posa, Mika Jameson, (ALL)


Upon the Flavezztowlander WHF57 postcard's end, one could see theatrical fog lying slightly above the stage, the lighting rigs being dimmed, and the LED screens being blank; the members of Night Rather Than Day were standing in a straight horizontal line. Ester was wearing a red camisole and a viridian floral skirt, Palmira was wearing a cowboy hat and a pink cotton robe, and Mika was wearing a black-and-red dress and some opaque magenta leggings; also, all three of them were wearing white sneakers.
Baby, look at my garden
Full of green grass and flowers
Red roses, tulips, daisies
Lotuses and daffodils

Strawberry flowers are blooming from the plants that I grew the weekend before
When the summer comes, they'll turn into beautiful strawberries for us to use, boy


The lighting rigs were then brightened to a bright green color, and the camera then rapidly zoomed onto the faces of Ester and Palmira as the former sang.
Just like my garden, you're so beautiful
Your eyes tell me of lotuses and dahlias, baby
And like two flyin' birds, we're both together in this love

Your red lips tell me of red rose petals
I'm into guys that're of your lovely type, baby
'Cause from start to end, they're truthful


The camera's focus then changed to the trio as a whole, and the LED screens started showing images of flowers blooming as Ester sang.
Baby, you're so lovely, lovely, lovely
Your words speak to me, sweetie
I'll never know if I'll ever meet another lovely guy who's like you

Baby, you're so lovely, lovely, lovely
Your heart's so pure and true
I hope I'm not dreamin'
'Cause I just want this love to last forever


The LED screens then went blank again, and the lighting rigs started changing colors every 2 seconds. Upon when one could hear the sound of glass in the instrumental, pyrotechnics were blown up, the theatrical fog was completely cleared, and the camera swiftly zoomed onto the face of Mika as she started singing her rap.
Just like bread and Marmite, we're a real perfect match
We're like birds of a feather, you're a real catch
I used to be like real lonely
Now you're my only
I don't want this love to end 'cause I've had good times with 'cha
I know that you're so handsome and you're super lovely
But don't 'cha abandon me like that old boyfriend of me
So promise me that you'll always stay with me, baby
If you ain't knowin' this, boy, I'll elaborate, maybe


The camera then refocused onto all three members and the lighting rigs were then dimmed.
Just like my garden, you're so beautiful
Your eyes tell me of lotuses and dahlias, baby
And like two flyin' birds, we're both together in this love

Your red lips tell me of red rose petals
I'm into guys that're of your lovely type, baby
'Cause from start to end, they're truthful


The lighting rigs then lit up to a bright green color again as the three began singing the chorus for the second time.
Baby, you're so lovely, lovely, lovely
Your words speak to me, sweetie
I'll never know if I'll ever meet another lovely guy who's like you

Baby, you're so lovely, lovely, lovely
Your heart's so pure and true
I hope I'm not dreamin'
'Cause I just want this love to last forever


The stage then went completely dark (with the LED screens going blank again and the lighting rigs being dimmed once more) - noticing this, the cameramen rapidly zoomed the camera out to show the entire stage as the bridge was sung.
Maybe I wouldn't last one more day without you, baby
'Cause you're the only one who matches me perfectly
(Your love's so true)
I hope this love's really eternal
Don't you leave me for somebody else

Baby, there's the secret garden I made for you and I, oh-oh...


After the bridge was sung, the LED screens went back to showing images of flowers blooming, the lighting rigs were brightened once more, and the camera's focus swiftly changed to the three's faces; each time Mika sang her "Oh..." lines, she was singing loudly at a high pitch of C6.
(Oh...)
Baby, you're so lovely, lovely, lovely
Your words speak to me, sweetie
I'll never know if I'll ever meet another lovely guy who's like you

(Oh...)
Baby, you're so lovely, lovely, lovely
Your heart's so pure and true
I hope I'm not dreamin'
'Cause I just want this love to last forever


The camera then swiftly zoomed onto Mika's face as she was speak-singing the last three lines of the song.
Baby, come to my own secret garden
Made for no one
But just you and me


Once the song ended, the applauding of the audience at the Zenith could be heard - Mika then yelled, "Thank you, Amiens!" from her mic as the applause went on. The stage then went dark as all three of the Night Rather Than Day members walked off of it just before the postcard of the nation next in line to perform their entry would begin...
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Postby Darkmania » Sun Feb 21, 2021 1:24 am

XX. Darkmania
"Min Siste Kjærlighet" - Dänyel Ëlsmänn

Title Translation: (My Last Love)
Language(s): Norwegian (Bokmål)
Lyrics: Dänyel Ëlsmänn, Olÿver Bëlge, Thömas Äldsör, Ërÿk Hysaby
Music: Dänyel Ëlsmänn, Olÿver Bëlge, Thömas Äldsör
Tune: Paul Oscar– Minn Hinsti Dans




Main Vocal: Dänyel Ëlsmänn
Male Dancer 1: Fÿlex Pärtour
Male Dancer 2: Sänder Tourbourg
Female Dancer 1: Chärlotta Tëlsker
Female Dancer 2: Kären Pålsetter


Dänyel has been placed in a bed, whereas his dancers, dressed like "they forget to wear clothes", are around him. One of the dancers has their place at "an unfortunate area head first" (the dancer's head is not placed at that thing, but it looks like it from the broadcast).

Dänyel is awake and looks at the camera when he begins to sing, placed 45 degrees left to him. He's looking forward but his eyes look at the camera.

Kjærligheten kan ta slutt. Når noen jukser med deg
(Love can take a end. When someone cheats on you)

Har dårlige tanker, dette blir min siste dag
(Have bad thoughts, this will be my final day)

Vi to gikk sammen som par, klar for å leve evig
(We two went together as a couple, ready to live forever)

Hentet min kjæreste. Vi to skal slå opp senere
(Fetched my lover. We two shall soon break up)


Dänyel gently pushes the dancer who has their head placed at him out of the bed. Dänyel then gets up from the bed from the same side where he punched out the dancer. He walks around to the edge of the stage and sits at the edge, looking sad. One unspecified dancer and another one have woken up and alike they are in love, hugging each other, in the background.

Jeg var på min siste kjærlighet
(I was on my last love)

Og jeg skal ende livet mitt med en bang
(And i gonna end my life with a bang)

Jeg savner ikke kjæresten min. Savner ikke hen
(I do not miss my lover. Dosent miss them)


The rest of the dancers now wake up. Dänyel stands up and slowly walks toward the centre of the stage. The bed is gone. One unspecified dancer and another one-act like they are in love, hugging each other.

A closeup is followed where a male hand a female hand now touches Dänyels face. All of the female dancers have their nails in red nail polish. No dancers touch Dänyels mouth, eyes, or nose. One dancer accidentally for a second touches Dänyels handsfree microphone and this can be heard.

Kosetid med deg, one night stand
(cuddletime with you, one night stand)

Kropp i kropp action, smakte min kjærlighet
(body in body, tasted my love tonight)

Hørte en lyd fra en mobil. Da begynte det å kollapse
(Heard a sound from a moblilephone. It was when it began collapsing)

Løy til meg at du hadde en annen, slo opp med meg for den personen
(Lied to me that you had a other, broke up with me for said person)


Jeg var på min siste kjærlighet
(I was on my last love)

Og jeg skal ende livet mitt med en bang
(And i gonna end my life with a bang)

Jeg savner ikke kjæresten min. Savner ikke hen
(I do not miss my lover. Dosent miss them)


We now have a chair and the bed is gone. Dänyel walks toward the chair and sits on it. One male dancer puts his left leg on Dänyel`s left leg whereas a female dancer puts her right leg on Dänyel`s right leg as well.

Du hadde en affære med en annen. Elsker du ikke meg mere?
(You had an affair with someone ellse. Do you noy love me anymore?)


Both of the dancers remove their legs from Dänyel. All of the dancers are now shoulder to shoulder surrounds Dänyel.

Jeg var på min siste kjærlighet
(I was on my last love)

Og jeg skal ende livet mitt med en bang
(And i gonna end my life with a bang)

Jeg savner ikke kjæresten min. Savner ikke hen
(I do not miss my lover. Dosent miss them)


Dänyel with all of his dancers close to him collapses on stage with his dancers cover him in the pile of humans. The camera pans over the pile of humans as the broadcast cuts to the next thing. They will stand up and walk away.
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Postby Achaean Republic » Sun Feb 21, 2021 4:18 am

XX. Achaean Republic
"Truena" - Anita Carrasco

Title Translation: Thunder
Language(s): Spanish
Lyrics: Alexis Velasco, Nadia Serrallés
Music: Alexis Velasco, Nadia Serrallés
Tune: Arilena Ara- Vegim


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Anita Carrasco knew that her fate. And she was not happy about it.

After Overseer Guy Autriche disqualified her winning song, Truena (“Thunder”) from competition in the 56th World Hit Festival due to its ineligible dubstep beats, she felt distraught and discouraged. Was it fair, then, to go through the trouble of signing up, getting selected, sitting down with a prestigious composer and spend more than countless timelines trying to harness the raw power and potential of the song through her delicate voice, just to have her dreams of representing the Achaean Republic on the Multiversal stage squashed by a musical infringement!? It was tragic—no, mortifying, humiliating—to say the least. It was hard to view the comments praising her, canceling her, objectifying her, naming her, shaming her, and supporting her. It was hard enough to give interviews reliving and rehashing the controversy, or trying to laugh at the flurry of memes that appeared after a few days. Maybe she needed to step out of herself and take a laugh. It sucked, but they had a point.

Anita was known as a perfectionist in the musical world. A young prospect from Lago de Candelaria in Arapaima, she grew up in an environment that breathed music. Her father was an organist and played for the Candelaria Symphony Orchestra on weekdays and as a volunteer for the Corola Metropolitan Cathedral in the weekends. She listened to Bach, Wagner, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, and all the other classical musicians her father performed in those recitals at the city’s prestigious opera house. Her mother, a former social worker that became a school principal at one of Candelaria’s largest vocational schools, also encouraged her to follow her dreams and pursue her education. She was also a trained mezzo-soprano for the Corola Children’s Choir and was also a volleyball athlete, which gave her a free scholarship at the University of Candelaria—which became a minor scandal because her, despite being of relatively wealthy upbringing, earned a merit-based scholarship when a significant portion of the scholarship winners were from poorer backgrounds. But this didn’t deter her from following her mother’s footsteps as a social worker.

At the same time, she minored in music theory and used that to shape her singing career…in reality shows. She reached the quarterfinals for Achaean Idol in rival channel TVA, only to lose her place in the semis because someone else sang a classic Whitney Houston competition staple. She then competed in X Factor Acaya, only to not make the final cut when the teams were being made. She even made the tryouts for AS1’s The Voice Acaya, but she had to pull out at the last minute due to her mother’s death. And she had some singles hit the pop and contemporary charts, her LP’s being well known in major Corola cities and keeping her busy with tours and hits in local indie pubs and venues.

Her debut self-titled album, Anita, also gained traction on radio with her first hit song, Sepárame De Tï (“Separate Me From You”), which also earned her a mention in the country’s hottest chart and a couple of interviews in TV shows around the country and online. The growing exposure of the candelariense led scouts at the AS1 delegation to invite her to the District of Muñíz for the Casals Sinfónico Popular, which worked with composers and the University of the Federal District of Muñíz to work an entry for the past Orchestral Edition of the World Hit Festival. And everybody knows the rest of the story. Until she was disqualified.

Undeterred at the circumstances, the Achaean delegation agreed to have third-placed Narinho represent the country at the Orchestral Edition in Tödlichebujoku—which gave the country a respectable sixth place—and let Carrasco perform “Truena” in next edition, wherever that is. The broadcaster’s commitment to improving their performances, as well as garner another victory that would garner greater visibility for the community, gave World Hit Festival a slight edge in priorities for the Corola-based media conglomerate.

And in this agreement, amidst a mixture of pity and determination and plain resignation, Anita Carrasco was on her way to Amiens.




So there was Anita, jet-lagged and with barely an few winks of sleep caught on a plane, eating a Ficelle picarde and drinking a nice warm cup of tea, sitting on a small café besides the hotel where she would spend the next couple of weeks while on the city. She’s traveled with her dad a couple of times to Gallic Europe whenever he performed with the Candelaria Symphony Orchestra and he was allowed to bring a plus-one when her mother couldn’t go. She’s also been to Normandy and Picardy a couple of times before: Rouen, Avranches, St. Helier, Laon. But never to Amiens, the capital of Picardy and one of the region’s quaintest and peculiar cities. With the towering Amiens Cathedral behind her and the quite chilly weather of late winter in Northern Europe—something she would never experience in Candelaria, not even on the mountaintops!—she was enjoying one of the simplest things she could do: eat warm food, drink a nice hot beverage, and people-watch judiciously at the embankments of the Somme.

Once the crew was able to get the details squared away, Anita was able to spend a few hours gazing at various shops, admiring the many places Julius Verne ate, drank, or slept, or listening to the peculiar French accents that the Amiens residents would speak in, unlike the ones from Paris or Montpelier or Marseille or even Rouen. She wanted to eagerly, gingerly practice her textbook French (her father tried to teach her French, but she never cared about it until she got tapped for this edition), but it was a bit hard to engage with the locals at first glance, even though a few old grandmas asked her if she’s seen her grandchildren after lockdown ended.

A few hours later, Anita got a behind-the-scenes look at Le Zénith, the venue where she would have to perform in front of the Multiverse in the next few weeks. She was admiring the technologically impressive stage, the theatre-like layout of the scene, the lights and the production team trying to set up the final details with the Achaean delegation, trying to communicate themselves in a hodgepodge of Spanish, English and very rudimentary Standard French. It was enough to take in, to close her eyes and visualize her performance, attempting to portray the steps and the lights while listening to adoring fans—and hopefully some Achaeans—that would enjoy the entry. The Achaean Republic has been seesawing in their contest performance, and with a three top-ten entries in the last four editions after a victory in Bovingdon, she needed to show that the Achaean fire was here to stay.



The Achaean postcard was finished, and the cameras returned to the arena at the Zénith with throngs of socially distanced cheering fans and a somewhat-empty stage flashing the red-blue-green colors typical of the Achaean Republic. Suddenly, the lights onstage turned into beaming flickers, dimming and lighting up and then dying out as if they were not working anymore. There was, however, a faint sound of thunder echoing throughout the stage and rumbled throughout the arena, a low-tech sound made by moving sheets of aluminum and amplified through technology and the speakerphones. Firmly grasped, there was a scene filled with black and white, with flickers and glimmers of light on the screens.

Anita was in the center stage holding a microphone, the stage lights only showing half her face and her wavy blonde hair. Behind her, the screens showed moving images of lightning roaring across the sky. From what could be seen in the half of her body exposed to light, she was wearing a shiny white sleeveless beach dress that had small meshes around it. Her wavy blonde hair looked slightly unkempt and frazzled as if she were suffering the high humidity of the Achaean weather or if she woke up on the wrong side of the bed—but no, that was a style choice she made along with her personal hairstylist. This time, however, she was barefoot, and—for those eagle-eyed viewers at home—she painstakingly painted her nails silver and added a little glitter onto them. She wanted to make the sparkles from the nails part of the scenery. However, this made her wince at the cold, hard floor that almost shocked her with pain (before the jury final, she rehearsed with heels, but she took the heels off and she couldn’t get used to the arena temperature). Nevertheless, she had to pull through the spiky cold-and-hot floor thanks to the floodlights, which also may have slightly impaired her vision of the audience looking attentively at her performance. She had to work things through somehow.

She began to sing, firmly grasping her microphone with her left hand as she stayed motionless, glued into the arena, the cameras circling around her. A gray fog was covering her feet, and she tilted her head slightly to the left, then slightly to the right. Anita looked intently at the handheld camera. She wanted to reach into the viewers with her piercing gray eyes and stretching her right hand showing a small red flame in her forearm, a reminder of her devotion to La Candelaria and her hometown reminder, a gift she gave to herself when she graduated from high school. As the camera moved slightly to the viewer’s right, however, it was noticeable that something fragments was scaling up and transforming Anita’s arm. It was an augmented depiction of a Lichtenberg figure, a branching, fern-like pattern that appears as fractal figures formed out of an electrical discharge—and, for those unlucky to be struck by lightning, the figures burst into the skin for within the first 24 hours of a lightning strike. (Enhanced by augmented reality, the makeup crew created soft outlines with a soft brownish dye from henna, only to glisten in the skin once the deep flashes of light from the LED screens touch upon it. The handheld camera circled around her in the first verse, and it was impossible not to miss the flashes of augmented henna in her body creating these gorgeously haunting figures into her skin. She needed to be quizzical, quixotic, effusive, attentive but also distant—kind of like the thunder she was trying to escape from.

La noche empezó
Y con ella empecé a dudar
De cuán pobre el amor
Perdió su electricidad

Y estás tan lejos de mí
Aunque te esucho aquí


The top camera showed a bird’s eye-view of the stage with Anita in the near center of the LED strip below her. Lightning strikes appeared below her feet and on the LED screens beside her, and the stage was turned into flickering patterns of light. She held the microphone with her left hand and titled her body towards it, eyes closed, blonde wavy hair floating slightly under her elbows. The light fixtures beside her were running erratic—some were stoic and barely moved, while other alternating light fixtures turned sideways or left to right, mimicking the foggy cover of a rainy, thundering night. The echo of the thunder grew ever more prescient, ever more powerful, always a split-second away from the lightning as it “strikes” the earth. At the same time, the stage cameras focused on her—and then she threw herself of the floor.

¿Y si truena, mi amor?
Lo nuestro acabó
Ya puedes escapar

¿Y si truena, mi amor?
Lo nuestro acabó
Ya no hay marcha atrás


One of the cameras had Anita laying on the floor on her right side, her curly and frizzy blonde hair, with her hand laid on its back and the microphone on her right. She needed to sing and fixate herself to the camera, trying to gaze at the camera and slowly grazing her chest. She was enveloped by the fog and trying to concentrate on her wording. Anita was always used to showing the most perfect voice, the most perfect voice, the most perfect attitude. There was so much enveloped in her endless quest for perfection: her privilege, her musical experience, her theory. But her fears ebbed away as she sang and tried to keep serving faces to the camera.

Another view of the camera expanded on Anita’s list and, as it slowly paced away from the floor, there was an image of the singer laying on the floor with her hair pulled back while the fractal images of thunder traced over the screen. Once again, the lights beside the ends of the stage blinked randomly with the fog, each of them reflecting the milky image of the thundering fog. It was hard for Anita to see, especially when the blinding lights almost grazed her eyes. She looked faint and squinted for a reason—which incidentally also gave much more gravitas to her performance.

Esta es la ocasión
De ver cuánto te arrepentirás
La lluvia llevó
Todo trago de dolor

Y estás tan lejos de mí
Aunque te esucho aquí


She quickly stood up and sang back to the cameras behind her. For a brief moment, she had her back to the cameras as shown on the birds-eye view of the stage, so she quickly corrected her body position. As before, there were lightning strikes, erratic floodlights, a thick, dense fog covering her dainty feet, the LED screens showing signs of lightning, the sweet smell of dew drops being charged up with electrons of energy in the rain. Thanks to augmented reality, the lightning strikes appeared randomly on screen-though digitized by the Achaean delegation’s scene technicians. For viewers at home, the quantity of light on stage would be electrifying, quite photosensitive even, and it was hard to strike the balance between visualizing the somewhat hectic and violent perception of a lightning strike and any triggers that could affect the audience, all the while enhancing the quality and delivery of a simple break-up ballad. Once again, the echo of the thunder grew ever more prescient, ever more powerful, always a split-second away from the lightning as it “strikes” the earth. However, she did not throw herself on the floor, laying on her side while trying not to hurt herself—instead, Anita sheepishly walked backwards and placed herself towards a small platform some stagehands placed moments before.

¿Y si truena, mi amor?
Lo nuestro acabó
Ya puedes escapar

¿Y si truena, mi amor?
Lo nuestro acabó
Ya no hay marcha atrás


Once on the platform, the stage turned dark, and the lights only focused on Anita. She was sweating bullets while she sang, the sweat dripping off her head and coating her curly locks tainted with impermeable anti-frizz spray, enough to make a hole on the ozone layer twice had there not been a ban on chlorofluorocarbons in the Achaean Republic since the late 1980’s. It was also hard to portray confidence, resolution, finality and even sassiness through her voice, more so with her demeaner and countenance as thousands of eyes seemingly looked at her. The handheld cameras once again circled around her, with her gaze trying to match that of the lens. Behind her, the LED screens showed the intensifying thunderstorm, with the augmented reality lightning surrounding the stage as the far-stage cameras zoomed out into a near-complete view of the scene.

Por ti no hay nada más que luchar
¿Aceptaste tu error? Pues, vete a volar


The stage finally turned pitch black. Then, three heartbeats could be heard, each heartbeat slowing down and the LED lights on the stage suddenly showed a graphic description of electrical pulses that reverberated across the vastly empty stage. The idea was to create a massive overflow of energy, the same one that would be discharged when a lightning bolt touched the virgin ground. The straight LED lines were filling up like a charger, connecting and converging into a central point behind her. Thud! The lines were a quarter full. Thud! The rectangles were half-full. Thud! The lines were almost full, converting at the center LED screen.

Suddenly, an augmented lightning strike appeared to hit in the center of Anita’s heart, shocking her body and carefully bending her to a near arch, appearing suspended in mid-air. Perceptive viewers could see the hauntingly beautiful and mysterious Litchtenberg figures coursing through her body. (In reality, some clever camera work showed that the lightning strike was barely behind her back, and the bending made it look as if she were directly hit by it.) Beside her, four men were singing Gregorian chants to the dubstep beat while wearing white cassocks and translucent breastplates. Two men stood beside her on the left, two on the right. They also showed the same Litchtenberg figures augmented on one half of their faces, while the other half was covered by the sadness. At the same time, her contorted body returned to “normal.” She swung her body back and forth, and she walked the platform and prepared her voice to belt out the song’s highest tunes, scat a bit, belt out some more, and look flawless while doing so.

¿Y si truena, mi amor?
Lo nuestro acabó
Ya puedes escapar

¿Y si truena, mi amor?
Lo nuestro acabó
Ya no hay marcha atrás


Right before the final verse, the stage lit up in an explosion of energy. The augmented lightning bolts moved along with the sudden dubstep beat. The once-erratic lights, randomly programmed to turn on and off in a technical mimicry of the lightning’s pattern, would finally fixate on the deepening fog and provide some well-guided light. The whitewashed men, dressed in cassocks and forged in ominous looks, were only looking forwards to the audience at the Zénith, to which one of the cameras did a wide pan to the stage to see the many waving flags and cheers of the audience there. The Achaeans couldn’t disappoint. And there was Ana—vigorous, vivacious, energized and full of life. Her petite frame, her elegant pace, her frizzy golden locks, her sweaty arms, enjoying the performance of her lifetime. It was as if the lightning gave her a jolt to sing the highest notes without breaking a sweat.

Then, the illumination on the stage fell quiet. All the fog, the wind, the clouds, the thunder, the lightning, the floodlights—everything stopped. For a brief moment, one could appreciate a stillness, a calm before the storm of sorts that eerily resembled the one people could experience before disaster strikes. Only a small light, that of the camera, focused on Anita and her faint expression, her somewhat vivid paleness that just a few moments ago filled her with light, as if she were truly struck by lightning. The Lichtenberg figures made an appearance once more as the fractals erupted through her skin, as if they were being drawn out by hand and not by blood. They were running down her body and covering her face to the point it looked realistic despite it being drawn through augmented reality. Carrying her microphone and drawing her last strengths, she finally sang:

¿Y si truena, mi amor?
Lo nuestro acabó
Ya puedes escapar


The music stopped. The stage turned pitch black once more. A loud thud could be heard above the playback. Viewers at home could also experience the same blackness within their screens or projects or computers or wherever they were watching. The Achaean performance was complete, and it followed cheers of throngs of supporters, and more so of the several Achaeans that either lived in Normandy and Picardy or traveled to the country in irresponsible defiance of quarantine orders just to support their champion.

Anita got up the floor and waved while covering her breasts with her right hand. She yelled to the microphone, “Thank you! Gracias! Merci beaucoup aux le peuple d'Amiens !” Spanish, English, and—finally—French. Perhaps the Normands and Picards understood her. At least she hoped so. She’d like to do this again sometime.

And what if it thunders, my love?
Our relationships is over
You can escape now

And what if it thunders, my love?
Our relationship is over
There’s no turning back now

The night has begun
And with it I have started to doubt
How poor is our love
It has lost its spark

And you are so far from me
Even when I listen to you here

And what if it thunders, my love?
Our relationships is over
You can escape now

And what if it thunders, my love?
Our relationship is over
There’s no turning back now

It’s the perfect time
To see how sorry you’ll be
The room took away
Every trace of pain

And you are so far from me
Even when I listen to you here

And what if it thunders, my love?
Our relationships is over
You can escape now

And what if it thunders, my love?
Our relationship is over
There’s no turning back now

For you I have no reason to fight
Did you accept your mistake?
Then, go and start flying

And what if it thunders, my love?
Our relationships is over
You can escape now

And what if it thunders, my love?
Our relationship is over
There’s no turning back now
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Postby Carrelie » Sun Feb 21, 2021 8:16 am

XX. Carrelie
"Ç'aie ve çanmi'r" - Anilïs Carolesier

Title Translation: I've got the feelin'
Language(s): English, Dentrician
Lyrics: Dianne oú'Aïéntïne
Music: Madisenne Loisenne, Iana Kleiss
Tune: Tommy Seebach - Det' det, jeg altid har sagt

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Prelude

Carrelie never expected to participate in the World Hit Festival. Throughout the years, the country had seen its fair share of successes in various song contests, but the WHF seemed out of their league. Against the nation's better judgement, CarrelieOne decided to sign up for the 56th contest, only to withdraw due to financial constraints. This time around, however, they were determined to compete.

Anilïs Carolesier was the logical choice for their entry, being young and popular in the Carrelian music scene. Over the years, he's released many albums and taken the hearts of many young women the nation over. It was only a matter of time until he'd be representing Carrelie on the world stage, and that time had finally come. He was determined to win.

Performance

The postcard leaves the screen, showing Anilïs and his 2 backing dancers with their backs to the cameras and the audience. He continues to face away from the camera as the music begins.
For you and me it’s been a great long while,
So maybe it’s time to get out and smile.
We could also call over our greatest friends,
Make sure it never ends!

All 3 whip around to face the audience in unison, Anilïs throwing the microphone forward and then catching it as he slows down, as the chorus begins. All lights center on him as he goes into the chorus, with the lights dispersing and scattering after he sings the first line.
You wanna know what I hear?
Yeah, Ç’aie ve Çanmi-i’r! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)
Yeah, I’ve got the feelin’! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)

Étaçïe çe, I’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)
Listen to me, I’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)

Çe çanmét grïenter é hereuxenne é oú
I’m feeling great and happy and of

Ve çanmir béen!
The good feeling!

Two stick figures are metaphorically dropped onto the LED screens in the back, one with a white background and the other with a black background. Throughout the chorus the one on the left reaches out to the somewhat downtrodden one on the right. It pulls the other into the light frame and pats its shoulder, nodding its head.
Çoú, í té çon táráfe,
You, still in your shell,

É çe, á Marien-Ave,
And I, on Marien-Ave,

Çe’ie allen çélébratièr,
We’re gonna go celebrate

É çe’ie çélébratièr jusqu'au mïenne,
And we’re celebrating until the morning

For a long time,
We’re gonna have a party,
And ev’ryone is invited,
The mornin’ comes when we’re done, we don’t finish till the morning!

A number of cameras appear on all the LED screens, all flashing repeatedly as Anilïs opens the chorus, twirling the microphone.
You wanna know what I hear?
Yeah, Ç’aie ve Çanmi-i’r! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)
Yeah, I’ve got the feelin’! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)

Étaçïe çe, I’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)
Listen to me, I’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)

Çe çanmét grïenter é hereuxenne é oú
I’m feeling great and happy and of

Ve çanmir béen!
The good feeling!

The LED cameras contiune to flash as he takes the microphone off of its stand, running closer to the audience while his backup dancers stay in the back. Between the flashes the two stick figures appear to be sneaking around. They both eventually find a door and enter.
Yeah, you know what I hear?
Oh, Ç’aie ve Çanmi-i’r! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)
Oh, I’ve got the feelin’! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)

Étaçïe çe, I’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)
Listen to me, I’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)

Çe çanmét grïenter é hereuxenne é oú
I’m feeling great and happy and of

Ve çanmir béen!
The good feeling!

A screen wipe happens, revealing a whole host of stick figures dancing with monochrome lights. The original two enter and the one in the front tries to beckon the other onto the dancefloor, but it refuses.
I know, it seems exhausting,
Partying ‘til the morning,
But soon you’ll see the importance,
Of getting loose while you can and just enjoying it!

Cameras appear again, covering the scene of one figure trying to convince the other to join it. Anilis goes to the very front of the stage again, looking down at everyone.
Yeah, you know what I hear?
Oh, Ç’aie ve Çanmi-i’r! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)
Oh, I’ve got the feelin’! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)

Étaçïe çe, I’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)
Listen to me, I’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)

Çe çanmét grïenter é hereuxenne é oú
I’m feeling great and happy and of

Ve çanmir béen!
The good feeling!

The cameras disappear and the formerly stubborn figure joins the other on the dance floor as Anilis places the microphone back on its stand.
Yeah, you know what we hear?
Oh, çe’ai ve çanmi-i’r! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)
Oh, we’ve got the feelin’! (wo-oh wo-o-oh)

Étaçïe çe, we’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)
Listen to us, we’ve got the feelin’, (o-oh)

Çe’ie çanmét grïenter é hereuxenne é oú, é oú,
We’re feeling great and happy and of, and of,

Ve çanmir béen!
The good feeling!

The music ends and the fans applaud. It truly is a wonderful time to be alive for Anilis, and the figures are shown dancing some more on the screens. What a wonderful evening!
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Postby Faraby » Sun Feb 21, 2021 8:41 am

XX. Faraby
"The Star" - Pavlos Konstantinopoulos and Daoud Bakr

Language(s): English
Lyrics: Pavlos Konstantinopoulos, Daoud Bakr
Music: Pavlos Konstantinopoulos, Daoud Bakr
Tune: MKTO - Classic


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Pavlos Konstantinopoulos (left) and Daoud Bakr


Behind the Scenes
Faraby's debut at the 56th World Hit Festival had sufficiently impressed Prince Samir for him to give the green light for the country's continued participation in the event, this time with a greater amount of funds. The country did not place very highly on the final rankings, but what mattered to the Prince was that the multiverse had received a credible - nay, impressive - introduction to Farabian culture and music. Iskender Salih's performance would serve as the foundation for future Farabian appearances on the event, just as the country's WorldVision debut with Zehra Kaya at the helm would inspire the next Farabian representatives on the WorldVision stage. The stage was set for the Faraby Broadcasting Corporation (FBC) to achieve even greater results at both events.

Per the agreement concluded in the meeting between the Prince, Grand Vizier Sania Russo, FBC Director-General Sabiha Vali, and Iskender Salih before WorldVision 88, Kara Abbas would continue on as Head of Delegation to the WHF as well as become Head of Delegation to WorldVision. The additional workload was a cause of concern for Abbas, but she did not have to worry for too long. In an attempt to repair the economy and further integrate itself into the wider world, Faraby had signed a Compact of Free Association with the Islamic Empire of Adab. Under this agreement, Faraby would become part of the realm of Adab as an associated state. Adab would provide defense and economic aid to the island country and allow it substantial autonomy in conducting its domestic and foreign affairs, in return for the recognition of the Emperor of Adab as liege and overlord of the Prince of Faraby. Adab had participated in WorldVision and the World Hit Festival in the past, but withdrew from both events nearly two decades ago during a recession which led to sweeping budget cuts which greatly affected the Adab Broadcasting Corporation (ABC). With the recession now in the rear-view mirror, Adab was now plotting its return to those events. But quite a lot had changed since they last participated, and the ABC was cautious. Adab and Faraby's music did not differ that much in general, and the ABC would closely follow Faraby's WHF entry to see if they themselves could survive in the current musical landscape.

Abbas, along with Vali, took advantage of this new association between Faraby and Adab to establish relations with the ABC and ask them for inputs and suggestions as Faraby prepared its second WHF entry. The ABC replied enthusiastically, and over the next few months the FBC and the ABC would remain in close contact with each other. It was the ABC which suggested, as Abbas would later recount, "some sort of catchy pop or funk song" for Faraby's WHF entry, an idea which happened to fall just in line with Vali's desire for a catchy, radio-friendly song that could stand a chance of gaining more points. As for the Prince and Grand Vizier, they were not very much involved in the whole process, trusting Abbas, Vali, and the FBC to deliver an entry worthy of the multiverse's adulation and points.

Enter the duo of Pavlos Konstantinopoulos and Daoud Bakr, both 23. They first met at the University of Faraby, where they were both majoring in accounting, and quickly became friends as well as musical collaborators. They shared a love, inherited from their parents, of old funk, pop, and R&B records from the 1950s to the 1990s, and the influence of those records was abundant in their songs. Their debut album, Funk Down on Prince's Street, benefited from word-of-mouth marketing and radio airplay by a few influential friends (one of them, Ahmad Rami, was a young, up-and-coming disc jockey with a large following across the island). The album peaked at number three on the Farabian albums chart, catching the attention of the FBC. Both Vali and Abbas recognized Pavlos and Daoud as "the real deal", the fresh faces of a new generation of Farabian music. Their music was brave, brash, upbeat, and energetic. In short, they were prime WHF material.

Abbas called them to offer them Faraby's spot on the WHF. "We were stunned, to put it lightly," Daoud remembered. "I remember turning to Pavlos and we were both like, 'Dang, I guess we've really made it.' We must've been speechless and kept her on the line for a long time because she had to ask us again like a few times if we're gonna do it. And we just kinda nodded to each other and Pavlos told her, 'Yes, Ms. Abbas, yes, we'll do it.' And I remember thinking to myself, 'Dang, it's on, man.' We're really going to the World Hit Festival."

The Performance
From college radio to the Zénith d'Amiens, it had certainly been an amazing journey, and a meteoric rise, for Pavlos Konstantinopoulos and Daoud Bakr. Two university students who had bonded over their love of music were now about to step onto the stage of the multiverse, with the weight of an entire island on their backs. But if they felt it was a burden, that feeling was assuaged by the constant support of their countrymen, who had streamed their songs and bought their albums, cheered as they stepped into the plane bound for Amiens, and were now sitting in front of their phones, laptops, and TV screens, waiting for the young stars to emerge onto the stage. As usual, Kara Abbas was in the audience as head of Faraby's WHF delegation, leading the Farabians in the audience in waving the national flag, giving Pavlos and Daoud a taste of that homegrown support.

Pavlos and Daoud made their way to the stage when it was still dark and the LED screens were still empty; if it weren't for the sound of their footsteps being picked up by the politely quiet crowd, their presence might not have been known. The eagle-eyed in the crowd could see a hint of their shadows moving around, their shoes sounding an orderly beat. The Farabian audience members were about to start making noises when Abbas signaled for them to stay quiet.

It was Daoud who had the first word. Mic in his hand, he brought it close to his mouth, making sure that he was heard by the entire crowd:

Daoud:
Yeah, we're on now!


And that was the signal. A series of drum beats came through the sound system as the LED screens and strips and the lighting rigs burst into life in one dazzling flash. The lights were a pattern of red, green, and gold, shining but not so bright so as to overwhelm the LED. Like a blind man now able to see, the audience was suddenly treated to the sight of Pavlos and Daoud standing at the center of the stage, right on the stage's LED strip. Pavlos was wearing a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans, with no adornments whatsoever. Daoud was wearing a collared shirt, with a patter of brown and dark yellow squares, and brown trousers as well as a black cap. Audience members could be forgiven for mistaking them for young fathers on their way to the supermarket.

The screens and strips gave a broad view of outer space, the stars appearing as bright dots of light against the dark, empty backdrop of the universe, as if being seen through a telescope. They were scattered across the screens and down the center of the stage through Pavlos and Daoud's feet. They were standing among - nay, above - the stars, mic in their hands. Pavlos greeted the crowd with "Bonsoir Amiens!" as Daoud offered a wide grin.

Daoud:
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-yea-ahh
1, 2, 3, go!


Daoud glanced over his shoulder to Pavlos, who stepped ever-so-slightly forward, as the lights along the stage danced around and over them. The view on the LED screens and strips didn't stay still, instead beginning to move forward, increasing its speed somewhat, marching past countless stars and other space phenomena such as comets and galaxies, giving the audience the impression that they were watching through the camera of a space probe coasting across the universe. Pavlos began singing, moving a few steps to the left and to the right, leaving the strip and returning to it, leaning his body forward towards the audience when he stood still, as Daoud stood behind him, swaying his hips somewhat.

Pavlos:
The spark in your eyes
Lighting up the entire planet
Well you know for sure you light up my world
And I can't get enough of you

Oh, if you don't mind
Lemme say, honey, you're one of a kind
When I first saw you
I know I got to have you
Make you mine, make you my entire world


As Pavlos returned to the LED strip at the center again, Daoud strode forward and darted past him, before backtracking and putting one arm around his partner's shoulders, the other hand still holding on to the mic. Pavlos lowered his own mic, laughing as Daoud grabbed his shoulder. Daoud himself leaned forward, his eyes squarely on the audience, catching the sight of the Farabian flags being waved at an increasing speed, still wearing that grin which became wider as he sang his part.

Daoud:
Let me be your man, honey
I'd give you everything
Even sing you a lullaby
Or a tune that swings
I'd even give you a diamond ring


Approximately halfway through his part, Daoud released his hold on Pavlos. They smiled and laughed at each other, then together began walking down the central LED strip to the edge of the stage. As Daoud reached the end of his part, they found themselves standing near the edge. Pavlos turned about ninety degrees to face Daoud, who turned at Pavlos and crouched a bit as Pavlos remained standing, though slightly bowed, the two men now facing each other. The lights blinked rapidly all along the stage, moving frantically over and around the men as the song reached its chorus. The two men's voices were joined together, melting into the chorus. Two voices emerged together and turned into one, echoing across the venue.

Pavlos and Daoud:
You're the star of my dreams
The star of my life
You're everything I want and even much more
And I'm just a man, falling so hard in love with you
You're my greatest star
You're my greatest star

Pavlos:
You're my

Pavlos and Daoud:
You're my only star


The LED screens at the back zoomed in at two stars, located side by side. Gradually the stars and the celestial background faded away, morphing into two pictures, the dividing line located right in the middle of the screens in the background. The LED strips to the audience's left shifted to show boxes of one of the pictures, while the strips to the audience's right changed to display squares featuring the other picture. The strip running down the stage turned into a striking pandemonium of colors, lines of bright brown and white and spots of white and yellow against a background of faded red and dark blue.

Pavlos:
Oh, when I saw you
Walking down the hallway on that day
With that dash of style that's so you
Oh please be my girl someday


The pictures gradually became clearer, until it was apparent that each picture displayed a woman's face. On the background LED screens, a name and brief description (under fifteen words) appeared in clear white letters under each woman's face; they were Pavlos' and Daoud's girlfriends, respectively. Pavlos and Daoud momentarily turned their backs on the audience to see the pictures. As the audience realized who they were seeing, a round of applause rang across the venue, accompanied by cheers, the loudest coming from the Farabians. Pavlos and Daoud once again turned to the audience and began walking backwards to the center of the stage, occasionally facing each other and the pictures along the way.

Daoud:
Imma love you now, love you forever
Be your first and last, be your only one
Like a knight though I have no armor at all
I would still be always by your side


As the song raced towards its second chorus, Pavlos and Daoud once again found themselves in the middle of the stage. The lights were now moving rather more slowly, and a golden spotlight was firmly upon them. Behind them the LED screens changed to show a montage of pictures of Pavlos and Daoud together with their respective girlfriends. The LED strips along the stage continued displaying the previous pictures of their girlfriends alone.

Daoud:
Let me be your man, honey
I'd give you everything
Even sing you a lullaby
Or a tune that swings
I'd even give you a diamond ring


As the song finally reached the second chorus, the pyrotechnics came into action. At the first beat of the chorus, thin jets of fire shot up to the sky besides the stage, their color a bright, brilliant red, reaching just over halfway between the floor and the ceiling. There was a sizable gap between each jet of fire to ensure that they did not completely obstruct the audience's view of the stage. The lights began moving at a faster pace again, crisscrossing even as the golden spotlight remained on Pavlos and Daoud.

Pavlos and Daoud:
You're the star of my dreams
The star of my life
The main character, the leading lady
And I'd be the extra, as long as you top the billing

You're my number one
My imagination
The focus of my mind
The heroine of my dreams
And I'm just a nobody, falling for such a perfect girl
You're my greatest star
You're my greatest star
You're my only star


"Ladies and gentlemen, Daoud Bakr!" Pavlos exclaimed as he took a step back and away from the spotlight, allowing Daoud to have all the attention centered on him. Daoud smiled and nodded at his partner, and then began making his way around the perimeter of the stage in a relaxed stroll, taking in the full extent of the audience, as he launched into a rap verse. Meanwhile, Pavlos stood his ground near the center of the stage, lowering his mic to his waist, watching his partner in admiration.

Daoud:
Honey you're hot and honey you're cool
I didn't think perfection was real until I met you
A star on the red carpet and a star in my eyes
I'd give you my home, my heart, and my love
You know what, even Venus got nothing on you
You can come to my house whenever you want to
Use the sofa, watch the TV, even play with my dog
But if you're tired I can just make you a cup of coffee


With his rap verse coming to an end, Daoud turned and rushed back to the center of the stage, where Pavlos was still standing. As they launched into the final chorus, they were greeted by a second round of pyrotechnics, although this time the fire was more orange-yellow than red. The Farabians in the audience kept on waving their flags, and Pavlos took the time to give them a shout out. "Thank you guys!" he shouted, pointing at the direction of the flags as Daoud settled next to him. His next words were directed to the audience as a whole. "They are our people, the Farabian people. The best in the multiverse. We wouldn't be here if not for them!"

Pavlos and Daoud:
You're the star of my dreams
The star of my life
The main character, the leading lady
And I'd be the extra, as long as you top the billing
You're my number one
My imagination
The focus of my mind
The heroine of my dreams
And I'm just a nobody, falling for such a perfect girl
You're my greatest star


The song was now drawing to a close, and for one last time Pavlos and Daoud advanced together, side by side, to the end of the stage to be closer to the audience. The montage of pictures featuring them and their respective girlfriends had just finished, and the LED screens in the background now showed a single picture of all four of them, dressed casually and posing in a goofy manner. The LED strips beside the stage now displayed copies of the same picture in several boxes spread across the strips. A short text on the lower side of the picture on the background screens clarified that it was taken in one of Faraby City's recording studios just a few weeks ago.

Daoud:
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Pavlos:
You're my greatest star, yeah, yeah (Daoud: Ooh-oh yeah, oh yeah)
You're my greatest star

Daoud:
Ohhhhhhh ooh yeah


The pyrotechnics died down as the beat gradually slowed down and then came to a stop. The LED strips running beside and down the stage faded to black, although the large screens in the background remained on, displaying the final picture of Pavlos, Daoud, and their girlfriends all together. The lights were turned off, and with them went the golden spotlight. Pavlos and Daoud stood quietly for a minute, arms around each other's shoulders, taking in the crowd's applause. "Thank you, thank you very much," Pavlos said, struggling to hold back tears. "You know, we're just two guys, Pavlos Konstantinopoulos and Daoud Bakr, who want to make some good music, and now we're on this stage. I hope you enjoyed the performance, and, well, have a good night. Thank you." The two then made their way out of the stage as the applause continued.
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Postby Llalta » Thu Feb 25, 2021 9:37 am

XX. Llalta
"An Ode to Life" - Ruth Cavender

Language(s): English
Lyrics: Ruth Cavender
Music: Ruth Cavender
Tune: 時には昔の話を - 加藤登紀子


WIP
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Postby Pemecutan » Thu Feb 25, 2021 6:19 pm

XX. Pemecutan
"Bintang Impian" - Putu Sutha

Title Transcription: -
Title Translation: Dream Star
Language(s): Indonesian
Lyrics: Putu Sutha
Music: Putu Sutha & Hendra Gunawan
Tune: Taichi Mukai - Boku no Mama de

Previously at the 56th World Hit Festival, Pemecutan was seems to be having a hard time to choose an orchestra theme song for their delegation as the song theme is not quite popular in the country. Fortunately, the official then choose Ayu Pratiwi, a newcomer in Pemecutan operatic-theme singer. She performed in the competition with her song "Cinta Kita (Takkan Goyah)". The performance was quite accepted with them received two 5 points from Todlichebujoku and Joija. With a total points of 25, they once again finished 5th for the second time in a row.

Moved to the 57th edition with Normandy & Picardy as the host, the domestic official doing their online televotes again to choose the entry for Pemecutan. With the result reveal Putu Sutha once again will represent Pemecutan in World Hit Festival. The singer was represented Pemecutan in the 54th edition where he was finished 9th. He was questioned for his age as he looks very young for a 34 years old men. But he is just said that he might be have a baby face.

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For this edition, Putu Sutha will performed his own rendition song entitled "Bintang Impian" (Dream Star). The song is included in his latest album, Teruntukmu. It is one out of a few songs that he is write himself. For the composition, he is in cooperation with Hendra Gunawan. Hendra Gunawan is a well known composer in Pemecutan which numerous songs that have been nominated and won Chakra Music Award, Pemecutan music award. The song have been release digitally in January 2021, as the third single from his latest album. The song is well received.




Putu Sutha make his last preparation as the stage worker ask him to come to the stage as his time is getting nearer. He checked himself for the last before heading to the stage accompanied by the stage worker. For his performance, he is wearing an all black clothes. Knitted long-sleeves cardigan with mohair sweater and fabrics pants is what he is wearing. He is trying to looks casual for this performance. He is waiting at the back stage before his name is being announced. The postcard is being displayed on the big screen as the light is dimmed out.

As the intro of the song is played out, the background screen is changing into five part of volume bars. The lights are ups and downs based on the beat of the music. Putu Sutha is seen standing at the center of the stage with a standing mic in front of him. The down light shine through him. He grab the mic as he sing. He swayed away and moving his body synchronizing with the music. The camera often changing the zoom from full face into full body but it focus on the front view. The volume bars is like the GIF below.

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Disaat kegagalan yang terlihat
Kucoba tuk tetap slalu berjuang
Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi...tinggi
Disaat hatiku ingin menyerah
Kulihat kerlip bintang di atas sana
Kugantungkan harapanku disana tinggi
Sang Bintang Impian

The lights on the stage changing again. The side lights put a differing colors based on the music of the song while the volume bars at the background is change into a moving rainbow spiral which moved from the center out. Putu Sutha grab his mic and singing the song energetically while moves around the stage and greeted the audience to make an interaction with them. The background screen light is like this GIF.

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Jatuh bangun ku bertahan
Tuk meraih segala impian
Lelah penat tak terasa
Demi menggapai segala cita

Sgala daya kulakukan
Upaya trus dijalankan
Sgala yang dikatakan, dilakukan
Tak kan kuhiraukan

Dan ku coba semua
(Apa yang kubisa)
Semua yang kubisa
Tuk gapai titik tertinggi
Bintang impian

The background swirl is suddenly change into a bright white light as the song is entering its chorus before change back into the volume bars. Putu Sutha has standing at the center again as he reached the chorus part. His hands are moving resembling a despair heart then change into a powerful fist which gives him strength.

Disaat kegagalan yang terlihat
Kucoba tuk tetap slalu berjuang
Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi...tinggi
Disaat hatiku ingin menyerah
Kulihat kerlip bintang di atas sana
Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi
Sang Bintang Impian

He is still standing at the center stage making eye contact with the audience as he enter the second verse of the song. The background is changing into another rainbow swirl. The camera sometimes viewing how the audience reacted with Putu Sutha's performance and then change back into Putu Sutha's light movement at the center stage.

Banyak jalan yang kutempuh
Tuk menggapai segala impian
Saat putus asa datang
Kan ku teguhkan keyakinanku

Sgala daya kulakukan
Upaya tetap dijalankan
Bgitu banyak cibiran dan hinaan
Tak buatku gentar

Dan ku coba semua
(Apa yang kubisa)
Semua yang kubisa
Tuk gapai titik tertinggi
Bintang impian

The background screen change into volume bars again as Putu Sutha sing the chorus part again. The camera is swiftly change from front view to side view between half and full body shot.

Disaat kegagalan yang terlihat
Kucoba tuk tetap slalu berjuang
Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi...tinggi
Disaat hatiku ingin menyerah
Kulihat kerlip bintang di atas sana
Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi
Sang Bintang Impian

As he enters the bridge part of the song, the lights on the stage are soften. He is just standing at the center of the stage. His hands is moving like grabbing the mic stand but his hands are still in mid air. The background screen is displaying a geometric swirl with soft lights (see gift picture below) before suddenly change into a pop out rectangular lights with differing colors as Putu Sutha sings the last half of the bridge part.

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Akan ada masa
Disaat yang terburuk
Namun ku trus maju
Terus maju
Roda waktu berputar
Jalan terang mengarah kepadaku
Berikan petunjuk untuk jalanku
Lapangkan jalan impianku
Tuk gapai bintang harapanku

The background suddenly blacken before the pop out rectangular lights shown again as the song enters it last parts. The lights on the stage become brighter and more colorful as the side block lights also going on and off interchangeably. Putu Sutha is moving around the stage energetically. He is settling again at the center as he repeat the chorus once again. The volume bars is appearing again as the background as the outro is played until the song is end.

Disaat kegagalan yang terlihat
Kucoba tuk tetap slalu berjuang
Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi...tinggi
Disaat hatiku ingin menyerah
Kulihat kerlip bintang di atas sana
Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi
Sang Bintang Impian

Ho...oh...oh...oh....
(Disaat kegagalan yang terlihat)
(Kucoba tuk tetap slalu berjuang)

Kugantungkan harapanku. Tinggi...tinggi
(Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi...tinggi)
Ah...ha...a...yeah...yeah...yeah yeah...
(Disaat hatiku ingin menyerah)
(Kulihat kerlip bintang di atas sana)
(Kugantungkan harapanku disana, tinggi)

Harapanku disana. Tinggi...

Bintang harapanku

Sang Bintang Impian

The stage is lighten back to normal as Putu Sutha is giving the namaste pose before leaving the stage as the host is taking away the show.


In moments of apparent failure
I try to keep fighting
I hung my hopes there, high ... high
When my heart wants to give up
I saw the twinkling stars up there
I hung my hopes there, high
The Dream Star

I survived my ups and downs
To achieve all dreams
I don't feel all tiredness
For the sake of reaching all goals

I did everything in my power
Efforts continue
Everything that they said, and done
I won't mind

And I tried everything
(What I can)
Everything I can
To reach the highest point
Dream star

In moments of apparent failure
I try to keep fighting
I hung my hopes there, high ... high
When my heart wants to give up
I saw the twinkling stars up there
I hung my hopes there, high
The Dream Star

I have taken many paths
To achieve all dreams
The moment of despair came
I will confirm my belief

I did everything in my power
Efforts are still running
So many sneers and insults
Does not frighten me

And I tried everything
(What I can)
Everything I can
To reach the highest point
Dream star

In moments of apparent failure
I try to keep fighting
I hung my hopes there, high ... high
When my heart wants to give up
I saw the twinkling stars up there
I hung my hopes there, high
The Dream Star

There will be times
At the worst of times
But I kept going
Keep going ahead
The wheel of time rotates
The path of light turns towards me
Give directions for my path
Clear the path of my dreams
To reach for the star of my hope...

In moments of apparent failure
I try to keep fighting
I hung my hopes there, high ... high
When my heart wants to give up
I saw the twinkling stars up there
I hung my hopes there, high
The Dream Star

Ho...oh...oh...oh....
(In moments of apparent failure)
(I try to keep fighting)
I hung my hopes. High...high
(I hung my hopes there, high ... high)
Ah...ha...a...yeah...yeah...yeah yeah...
(When my heart wants to give up)
(I saw the twinkling stars up there)
(I hung my hopes there, high)

My hope there. High....

My star of hopes

The Dream Star
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Postby Vartugia » Fri Feb 26, 2021 1:28 pm

XX. Vartugia
"Give us your points" - Kevin Spellingerror

Language(s): English
Lyrics: Owen GetTheCheese, Kevin Spellingerror
Music: Owen GetTheChesse
Tune: TuVeia - Bli med meg på gar´n




Kevin Spellingerror is your average vartugian; not being able to sing and only weigh 15 kilograms. Now he is standing on stage, flying the vartugian flag for you.

Main Vocals: Kevin Spellingerror
Male Dancer 1: Bob Doineedtonamehim
Male Dancer 2: Josepth Yesyouneedtonameyourcharaters
Cheerleader 1: Flor Ida
Cheerleader 2: Barbye Iranoutofideaslol
Cheerleader 3: Karen McFiller



We now begin with only Kevin on stage. His vocals are not good. The background is cartoonish green-blue. There are moments that Kevin doesn't do anything of note.

Holy mother of cow here we are
The entry that everyone wanted at all
Vartugia´s gonna get first place
Just wait and see. We are pro at that


Kevin is now joined by two male dancers dressed like this.

With a solid entry and clever RP on this thing
We are going to Sërna next time
Because this is the winner of WHF hands down
We can even sing and do


One of the dancers trip up but he quickly gets on his feet again.

Since everyone wanted a savouir
An entry that everybody loves
Pack your bags for Sërna
Yes, Yes


Out of nowhere, nothing happens.

So give us all your points
Give us all your points
Give us all your points
Yes, give us all your points


Out of nowhere, three cheerleaders now begin to throw themself on stage.

We are singing a song that has the best text ever
This song is so revolutionary


The two male dancers leave the stage,

So give us all your points
Give us all your points
Give us all your points
Yes, give us all your points


You have for sure so many questions about us
Like who will come 2nd place behind us?


One of the cheerleaders, realizing she is in a vartugian WHF entry, decides to slowly just walk off stage.

We just signed up for World Hit Festival
Make something breathtaking
Gonna write something that everyone will vote for
With the deepest lyrics known to mankind


At this point everybody knows that Vartugia are gonna win
If anyone doesn't give us points we are breaking your knees
And other several things that we can't write in this forum
This entry are better than yours entry


Lots of points
Points for everyone single vartugian on this planet


So give us all your points
Give us all your points
Give us all your points
Yes, give us all your points


Lots of points
Points for everyone single vartugian on this planet


Since everyone wanted a savouir
An entry that everybody loves
Pack your bags for Sërna
Yes, Yes


Lots of points
Points for everyone single vartugian on this planet


Since everyone wanted a savouir
An entry that everybody loves
Pack your bags for Sërna
Yes, Yes


Since everyone wanted a savouir
An entry that everybody loves
Pack your bags for Sërna
Yes, Yes


We are singing a song that has the best text ever
This song is so revolutionary


So give us all your points
Give us all your points
Give us all your points
Yes, give us all your points


You have for sure so many questions about us
Like who will come 2nd place behind us?


We do want all your points
This song is the true winner
Sërna`58 next time
We are the winners now
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Postby Togonistan » Sat Feb 27, 2021 5:19 am

XX. Togonistan
"Warrior's Heart" - Lili Paraone

Language(s): English, Togoni-Maori
Lyrics: Lili Paraone
Music: Ino Metua
Tune:Malukah - ''The Dragonborn Comes''


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Lili Paraone is representing Togonistan in the 57th World Hit Festival in Amiens, with her song ''Warrior's Heart''

Lili Paraone is a 26-year old singer from Sifa County, Togonistan. Chosen to represent the nation via internal selection, Lili performs her song ''Warrior's Heart'' in the 57th World Hit Festival.

Lili was born in a small village of Fila, located in Sifa County at Southern Togonistan. Fila is surrounded by forests and is as countryside as it can get, with people earning their living via farming and handicraft. As it is common with Southern Togonistani countryside, the sense of national pride and upholding of traditional values is higher in the region than it is in bigger towns up north. With music and dances being a big part of Togonistani culture, Lili has been practicing music since young age, singing traditional folk songs and learning to play various traditional instruments. As Lili grew older, she started to earn money by performing as a street musician in the nearby towns and villages. During one evening in a small local pub where Lili was performing, she was approached by composer Ino Metua who offered her cooperation on a joint project. Soon, Lili and Ino released their first album with songs on it heavily influenced by traditional Togoni compositions. Over time, Lili became more well known and got offered work in Tushlark with record label Amstaff, however, Lili denied the offer, deciding to stay true to her roots and kept doing her own thing in the south.

Lili and Ino had sent in their work to be considered for WHF before, but so far, the internal selection had decided to opt for different kind of music. Which is why Lili and Ino were surprised when they received a phonecall, offering them to represent the nation in WHF. Lili was excited about the opportunity to perform her music on the international stage, thus the offer got agreed on.

Performance:

Lili is standing on the stage, wearing a long white dress with flower patterns. Her hair are let loose and straightened to the sides. Music starts playing and LED screens start displaying dark grey clouds in the sky. Lili's mic is placed on a stand in front of her, she grabs a hold of it and starts singing.

Young boy leaves home, claims a warrior's heart
That boy, that boy, that boy is no more
He takes on a journey to the lands far away
Our boy, our boy left behind his home

When the clouds in the sky cover up the sun
They leave no room for the birds to sing
When we take up our arms, we stand as one
Our spirit bird takes us under his wing


Camera starts rotating around Lili and some wind appears, waving Lili's hair as well as the sleeves of her dress, as she does some hand gestures.

Aaa-haa, aa-haa, aa-haa, aa-haa-haaa-aa
Aaa-haa, aa-haa, aa-haa, aa-haa-haaa-aa


Clouds on the LEDs turn red. Not the beautiful sunrise type of red, but more sinister, darker, perhaps even a bit demonic shade of red. Wind starts waving her hair even more as Lili puts her arms to her sides, while her dress sleeves keep waving.

Wairua te toa kawe tonu kairakau
Mo te herekore, whawhai tatou
I waoku, pae moana, i matuaiwi
Te tiaki hapori, whawhai tatou

Warrior's spirit carries on the band
For our freedom, we fight
In the forests, on the sea, in the hills
To protect our family, we fight


Wind calms down and Lili puts her hand to the microphone again. Once again, the stage is dominated by the dark grey tones, some hills with rainforest can be seen through the clouds on the LED screens, as well as occasional birds flying through the clouds.

Young boy left home, claimed a warrior's heart
That boy, that boy, that boy is no more
He travels over the hills and far away
That boy, that boy is protecting his home

When we take up our arms, we stand as one
Our spirit bird takes us under his wing


Camera starts rotating around Lili again and some wind appears, at first just a slight of it, but it builds up, waving Lili's hair more and more as well as the sleeves of her dress, while Lili does some hand gestures.

Aaa-haa, aa-haa, aa-haa, aa-haa-haaa-aa
Aaa-haa, aa-haa, aa-haa, aa-haa-haaa-aa


Stage turns dark and a single spotlight lands on Lili, who sings the chorus as the wind still waves her hair. LED screens display a hillside during moonlight, where silhouettes of some warriors with spears can be seen climbing up, before turning into a shot of some boats on the sea during a night and eventually being covered up by grey clouds.

Wairua te toa kawe tonu kairakau
Mo te herekore, whawhai tatou
I waoku, pae moana, i matuaiwi
Te tiaki hapori, whawhai tatou

Warrior's spirit carries on the band
For our freedom, we fight
In the forests, on the sea, in the hills
To protect our family, we fight


Wind stops blowing on the stage and on the background, an eagle can be seen flying through the clouds, looking forward and waving her wings as the last shot while Lili sings the final line.

Once peace is restored, we put down our arms


As an applause is being heard for Lili's performance, she does an elegant bow towards the audience, before leaving the stage.
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XX | Britonisea | James Benamar - Quicksand

Postby Britonisea » Tue Mar 02, 2021 4:39 pm

XX. Britonisea
"Quicksand" - James Benamar

Language(s): English
Lyrics: James Benamar, Michelle O'Hagan
Music: Baile Hamilton, Willis Corsica
Tune: Starset - My Demons


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After Britonisea's best placement in five editions, Britonisea participates in their seventeenth consecutive World Hit Festival, now sending James Benamar to the Festival...

Britonisea took a risk at the previous World Hit Festival that nearly landed them with a second orchestral victory. The first time that Britonisea won the orchestral edition, the broadcaster decided to send something that they thought no other country would send and they more than right to send Vhe Qi to the Festival. This time, they didn't want to go for the same genre, but they did want to take a risk. Sending Britonisea's youngest World Hit Festival participant in the form of once-troubled young teenager Alexandre Augustin was great for PR in the country, with a song that was very powerful. Featuring in French, Britonisea's third language, and English, it was something new for the country and made it possible for Alexandre to really feel what he was singing about. Alexandre was very close to scoring Britonisea their eighth win at the World Hit Festival but Normandy & Picardy were on their best form in ages and ended up winning - only a few points ahead of Britoland. The country was happy for Normandy & Picardy, the country hadn't won for editions upon editions, even coming second to Britonisea at the 52nd World Hit Festival - but it was a bittersweet moment for the Brits, of course, they wanted to win again. BVC, on the other hand, had a huge sigh of relief. While they didn't want to not win, at the same time, they had recently hosted the 53rd World Hit Festival and that was three shows - two more than usual. The 53rd World Hit Festival was a very expensive edition of the Festival, and while BVC thought it was money well spent, they wouldn't mind waiting a bit longer to win and take the Festival back to Britonisea - especially because the broadcaster is focusing on Vha Mehlodhivestoile!

ORIGINAL BVC POST;
At the previous World Hit Festival in Todlichebujoku, Britonisea returned to the podium position for the first time since the 52nd World Hit Festival, coming 2nd - only a few points behind the winner and now the host of the 57th World Hit Festival, Normandy & Picardy. Speaking first at the live show of A Hit For The World, "There was a lot of hype for Alexandre Augustin, and I think the Britonish delegation honestly thought that Alexandre could win it all", explains Tom Stardust - the head of delegation for Britonisea at the World Hit Festival until the 60th edition. "We were the victors of the last orchestra title and we definitely wanted to keep the trophy, but Normandy & Picardy managed to snatch it from us - and they definitely deserved the win - no doubt about that! I think Alexandre was disappointed, though, but he knew - we all knew - that he did such a fantastic job - it was an honest song that won't be forgotten at the Festival, that's for sure." he continued. "We now had to think...where next for Britonisea? What type of entry did we want to send? I had a look back on the types of songs that we have recently sent to the World Hit Festival - ever since our last win, say, and really analysed - what has worked for us - and what hasn't? Okay, girl band might not have worked, shouty female ballad might've worked two WHF decades ago, the male duet, they were great too but didn't resonate. Bingo! I had to look a bit further back to realise that the Britonish rock scene is pretty fantastic." Many people in the audience raised an eyebrow at this statement, thinking about what this had to do with the upcoming World Hit Festival, but Tom would go on to reveal a lot more information, introducing the artist out to the stage, "When I think about the time we won the last orchestral edition and when we came 2nd at both the 38th and 49th World Hit Festivals...there definitely is a formula here. Britonisea LOVES this sort of stuff and I do too and I'd love to be the head of delegation for a song as fantastic as the one picked for the 57th World Hit Festival. The man that is representing Britonisea at the upcoming World Hit Festival is...James Benamar..."

James Benamar entered the small studio floor of A Hit For The World to the sound of cheering from a socially distant audience. He greeted the host and Tom Stardust before the host questioned him about his song "Quicksand" (which was displayed on this huge LED board between them - conveniently in the pixel dimensions of the above image. James spoke about his time living on the Brito-Estogian border - he has family from both countries with his family finding living on the border necessary to travel from one country to the next. James Benamar also spoke about watching the 49th World Hit Festival live when it took place in Alshkan and remembering the entry from Britonisea - Michael Turner - "Unguided" which inspired him to one day participate in the World Hit Festival himself. 8 editions later, he's doing just that. "I'm really happy I've been given the chance to represent my country. I love the song that I am sending, I wrote it with some pretty fantastic people and regardless of whether the song does well or not, I think I'll be happy with the fact that I even got to perform it in the first place! I'm looking forward to going to Normandy & Picardy!" James rejoiced.

James performed his song live in the audience, with the song receiving relatively good feedback so far from the Britonish public. The song as of 23:30 GMT has been released on all major platforms. We wish James a load of luck at the upcoming World Hit Festival in Normandy & Picardy!


James travelled to Normandy & Picardy rather early to get to his hotel and settle in the country for the time that he'd be there. BVC weren't interested in bringing a huge delegation to the World Hit Festival this time around so they had the budget to stay a bit longer if needs be. Whilst he was there, apart from doing his postcard, he didn't do too much in terms of exploring the culture of the country. He did have a load of carbs whilst out in Amiens - he simply couldn't help himself, he loved the fresh bakery in the country and was a big fan of baguettes - something that Britons adored too. On the night of the allocation draw, James saw that he was drawn to perform in the First Half which seemed to be a thing for Britonisea. Britonisea had performed in the 1st half in every recent edition except the ones that they hosted - and even then Britonisea never used to be anywhere close to the end of the show. When the official running order came through and Britonisea seemed to be performing in position number 8 - the same as last edition - it didn't come as a surprise, though position 8 has done some wonders for the country. Britonisea, of course, came 2nd last edition in 8th position but the country won in 8th position at the 48th World Hit Festival. Maybe this is a good thing for James? Regardless of his running order position, he was excited to get on the stage and perform with everything he has got.


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Duration: 03:58
Main Vocalist 1: James Benamar
Male Vocalist 1: Alexei Posagne
Male Vocalist 2: George Washington


After our good friends from Hafamarimet performed on the stage, it was time for James Benamar to make his way to be the centre of attraction. James wasn't sure what to expect from the crowd in Normandy & Picardy - would they like his song or would it be a bit of a miss? Either way, James had to get on the stage and do the best that he could do to get the points and make his country proud. James was wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans - something very simple for this performance. The white t-shirt extended past his hips, it seemed quite oversized on him but he wore it pretty well. Appearing on the stage with him was Alexei and George who were wearing something similar and stood on either side of the stage, upstage. They both had microphones on stands but they weren't seen at the start of the performance. As the postcard of James came to an end and the cheers of the audience came in, James quickly got himself into position - a strong manly pose with a microphone in his hand, which was down the side of his arm. There weren't any props on the stage, just him and the two other men who weren't yet seen. The two sides of the stage (the side LEDs) were black and so you couldn't see anything in front or behind it. There was steam coming from the bottom of the stage which slowly made its way up the side of James' body. There was silence before the strings came in. The camera was focused on James from the shoulders up. He looked into the camera before the camera began turning on its axis as James started to sing. The camera turned rather slowly, as James stared deeply into it.

I am knee-dip in my fears and worries,
I would scream for help, a shame no one can hear me.
I’m slowly sinking and heart is racing,
This may be the end, I won’t go without a fight.


On the LED screen behind him, there was a sign of a crack appearing which seemed to be letting some sort of light in but it was unclear. The light was sparkling along with the song pushy and punchy beat in the background. The lights were interacting with this as well, with lights above James also sparkling in the darkness too. As the camera stopped swimming on its axis, the short pre-chorus came up; a line that was sung only by the backing singers who were both still being blocked out by the light not coming through the screens behind them. There was a bright light coming from above James as he was bathed by the light. He held his toned arms out, revealing his rather wide wingspan making him looking rather omnipotent especially from the angle the camera was catching this from.

(Won’t go without a fight)
With every ounce of strength that I have left in my bones,
I’ll escape, I’ll escape, I’ll (escape, I’ll escape)
I won’t let the pressure win, I won’t be giving in,
Don’t drag me under with (don’t drag me with you)
I won’t - be taken by your quicksand

You’ve stalked me for years, appearing in nightmares
When will you let go? When will I be at peace?
Is this what you want? You want me to suffer...
This could be the end, I’ll fight ‘till my last breath


As the next verse started, you could see that the fog on the stage started dispersing with the camera shots becoming more dynamic than before - changing every few seconds or so. James was singing out towards the audience during this section, though, not really interacting with the cameras that much. As we moved into yet another chorus, the blackened outsides of the stage flashed on to reveal the two male singers flanking him. They seemed just as enthusiastic to be on the stage with him, singing with as much gusto as he was. As we move onto the chorus, there was a shot from the furthest point of the arena with the lights going a tad crazy with James holding down his shirt, gripping as he unleashed the full extent of his vocal abilities. His voice was flawless and gritty, with the backing singers really doing well to hone the entry in very well.

With every ounce of strength that I have left in my bones,
I’ll escape, I’ll escape, I’ll (escape, I’ll escape)
I won’t let the pressure win, I won’t be giving in,
Don’t drag me under with (don’t drag me with you)
I won’t - be taken by your quicksand

Pull me under and make me drown,
My life in your hands, watch me go.
Feast on my bare flesh and drink my tears,
Though, my demise will haunt you for life,
Haunt you for life.


As we move onto the dramatic bridge section, all in all, there was a lot going on with the stage. From very dynamic lights from every corner of the arena and flashing LED screens along with on-screen graphics to help make the mood as dystopian as possible. While the main shades used being white, black and grey, there were some tints of red too, which appeared in the strobe lighting but mostly the on-screen graphics. The fans was also slightly used, with James' hair was flung back, with him subconsciously running his hand through his jet black hair, giving the audience another thing to swoon over. The camera would also alternate between the two singers behind him too as the backing singers looked at one another throughout the song.

As we moved into the calmer section, you could only slightly hear something in the background with the strings as the dancers moved closer to James. They were facing sideways now - with the Normand stage also working sideways as well as longways! James looked into the camera as one backing dancer went to to the right side of him and the other to the left.

With every ounce of strength...
That I have left in my bones, I’ll
With every ounce of strength...
That I have left in my bones, I’ll

With every ounce of strength that I have left in my bones,
I’ll escape, I’ll escape, I’ll (escape, I’ll escape)
I won’t let the pressure win, I won’t be giving in,
Don’t drag me under with (don’t drag me with you)
I won’t - be taken by your quicksand!


As we turned back around to face the audience again, the men were in some sort of formation - with James Benamar being in the middle of the stage, one person upstage right and the other downstage left. They were all strongly swaying with the music for what would be the final chorus of the song.

With every ounce of strength that I have left (your quicksand!) in my bones,
I’ll escape, I’ll escape, I’ll (escape, I’ll escape)
(your quicksand)
I won’t let the pressure win, I won’t be (your quicksand!) giving in,
Don’t drag me under with (don’t drag me with you)
(your quicksand)
I won’t - be taken by
Your quicksand!


At the end of the song, the three strong figures shot their fists into the air with the lights in front of them blacking out, only leaving their sihlouettes with their firsts up as a strong final image. "THANK YOU!!!!!" he shouted out into the audience, "I LOVE YOU ALL!" We then moved onto the 9th act, Axuva.
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Postby South Alezia » Wed Mar 03, 2021 12:10 am

XX. South Alezia
"Jangan Spam Tugas di dalam Lubuk Hatiku" - Phones and Laptops of South Alezia

Title Transcription: -none-
Title Translation: Don't spam assignments deep down in my heart
Language(s): Indonesian
Lyrics: Phones and Laptops of South Alezia
Music: Merillho Kazlou
Tune: 打首獄門同好会 (Uchikubi Gokumon Doukoukai) - I don' t wanna get out of futon


(The stage is silent. Full silence until... Guitar starts being strung and everyone being "hysteric" over this group)

Ku terbangun jam lima pagi
Sela-mat pagi duniaku
Ayo kita nikmati hari
Ayo bersantuy bersamaku


Eh, lihat ada notif di layarku
Yasud, buka aja dah-


TUGGGAAAS TUGGGAAASS TUGGGASSS TU-GAS


Google Classroom meronta-ronta
Tugas dikumpul hari ini
Tugas-nya disuruh bikin video
Video durasi lima menit

Kalo gitu ayo buka kameranya,
Eh, lihat ada notif-


TUGGGAAAS TUGGGAAASS TUGGGASSS TU-U-GGAAAAAAAAAS


OHHHHHHH


Tolong jangan spam tugas di lubuk hatiku
Paling nggak tolong batasnya jangan satu hari...

Tolong jangan spam tugas di lubuk hatiku
Jangan tugas video karna uploadnya lamaaa banget...


Tugasnya udah selesai.
Akhirnya bisa mabar.

Sekarang kita bisa main main
Sekarang kita bisa santuy

Eh bentar muncul notif di layarku
Coba yuk dicek dulu-


TUGGGAAAS TUGGGAAASS TUGGGASSS TU-GAS


Banyak banget,
Batasnya hari ini pula.

Murid terpintar aja tidak mungkin bisa,
Menyelesaikan semuanya

Aku kasihan dengan mereka
Mereka yang bingung bagaimana
Buat makalah dan buat mading
Apalagi bikin makanan


Ah... beri aku lebih banyak waktu...
Berpikir menghabiskan batere
Aku tahu maksud mereka itu baik,
Tapi kalau aku jujur, jujur, jujur


Tolong jangan spam tugas di lubuk hatiku
Jangan jangan mereka pada konspirasi-an...

Tolong jangan spam tugas di lubuk hatiku
Coba saja ada tugas yang nyuruh kita tiduran...


Aku tahu... kamu betul-betulan capek....
Tapi janganlah... Jangan menyerah tuk berjuang!!!


Tolong jangan spam tugas di lubuk hatiku
Berdoa agar kamu kuat dalam dunia yang keras....


Tolong jangan spam tugas di lubuk hatiku
Aku nggak paham gimana caranya bikin kue

Tolong jangan spam tugas di lubuk hatiku
Aku nggak paham bagaimana caranya tuk roll depaaaaan...


Semua tugas sudah selesai
Sekarang kita sudah betulan santuy
Semua kan baik baik saja
Sekarang kita bisa mabar

Ketika datang malam hari,
Meski besok bakal banyak tugas,
Berbahagialah, dan tidurlah, untuk lubuk hatiku.


(The audience roared in applause, some flying South Alezian mini flags)

I woke up at five
Good morning my world
Let's enjoy the day
Let's chill with me

Look, a notification on my screen,
Let's just open it-

ASSIGNMENT, ASSIGNMENT, ASSIGN-MENT

Google Classroom wriggles
Assignment must be submitted today
Assignment is to make a video
The video duration's is 5 minutes

Then let's open the camera,
Hey look a notification-

ASSIGNMENT, ASSIGNMENT, ASSIGNMENT, AS-SIGN-MENNNNNTT

OOOOH

Please don't spam assignments deep down in my heart
At least don't make it a one-day deadline

Please don't spam assignments deep down in my heart
Please no video assignment because videos took forever to upload

The assignment is complete
Now we can play games

Now we can have fun
Now we can chill

Wait, there's a notification on my screen
Come on let's check it first-

ASSIGNMENT ASSIGNMENT ASSIGNMENT ASSIGN-MENT

There's a lot of these
The deadline's today

The smartest couldn't even
Finish it all

I pity those
Those who are confused on how
to make a paper or a wall magazine
Especially to make food

Ahhh... Give me more time
Thinking reduces my battery
I know that they meant well
But if I may be honest, honest, honest....

OOOOOH

Please don't spam assignments deep down in my heart
Are they actually in a conspiracy?

Please don't spam assignments deep down in my heart
Imagine if there's an assignment where you only sleep...

I know, you are tired
But don't... Don't give up to fight

Please don't spam assignments deep down in my heart
Pray so you'll be strong in the hard cold world...

Please don't spam assignments deep down in my heart
I don't know how to bake a cake

Please don't spam assignments deep down in my heart
I don't know how to do a front roll

All assignments are complete,
Now we are truly chilling
All will be okay
Now we can play online games

When night comes,
Even if tomorrow there'll be a lot of assignments
Be happy, go to sleep, for my heart deep down.
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Postby Malta Comino Gozo » Wed Mar 03, 2021 3:46 am

XX. Malta Comino Gozo
"Share" - Ira Lesco

Language(s): English
Lyrics: Ira Lesco
Music: Lucy Abel
Tune: Ira Losco- Chameleon


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Ira Lesco is a 36-year-old famous local, fashion model, singer/ songwriter/ TV presenter and is most well known outside her native islands as the spokesperson for Malta Comino Gozo at Worldvision. She will sing in beautiful Amiens in Normandy and Picardy.


The song starts with a glowing white strobe emitting out of the stage at various angles into the arena. The back LED's are white. We notice there's a light wind machine blowing. Spotlights focus on Ira. Ira is wearing a white dress like this, she is feeling very confident. She doesn't face the camera to start with. She is shrouded in darkness and the spotlights above slowly light her up. The LED floor is swirling with blue and white. The camera pans in for the first few lines before we have a stage show.


Just like the timeless wind
Blowing through the trees
My heart’s the softest drum
Whispering on the breeze


As the pre-chorus hits the background changes to a blast ofblue and white
light and the spotlights race around the arena to cheers. Ira points at the camera lens. The view is now a face shot, she beckons towards the camera


I gaze into the void
Wondering why
My thoughts seem so loud
Drowning out the silence


There's a sudden flash of white lights and cheers from the arena as the chorus hits. The lights on stage all turn blue and the background is a mix of blue and white liquid moving. The camera pans around the edge of the stage, Ira is central stage. The camera now a back of the arena shot. A mass of flags can be seen waving about. As the beat kicks in purple spotlights race around the arena, the camera pans around the back of the audience. We have a closeup shot for the last line.

So speak, to me in words unspoken
Shout it out above the trees
Speak to me, with silence broken
Share with me the life
So speak to me my love
Speak to me
Share with me the life


The camera is from above for the instrumental. The crowd cheering. The LED's turn black again and the spotlights white. The camera pans around the front of her, Ira follows it and moves her arm in front of her. The LED background now ocean waves

You sigh a sigh so deep
The oceans moves in endless waves
Washing up on a distant shore
With every breath you take


The stage this time fades into black but is illuminated with dark blue spotlights. The LED strips along with lighting rigs light up blue and white, and the pink spotlight shoots out into the crowd. Ira struts confidently around the stage with attitude, the camera following her. Ira has a slightly excited look before a sense of pride is expressed on her face towards the end of the verse.

So speak, to me in words unspoken
Shout it out above the trees
Speak to me, with silence broken
Share with me the life
So speak to me my love
Speak to me
Share with me the life


The spotlights stop and the stage is left dark. Ira is dimly lit. Ira grabs her dress and moves forward to the catwalk area. She does so with confidence. The lights above the stage now light up white. The camera zooms closer as she holds the "Oooh" note.

Oooooh...


After the build, the LED's flash an amazing white and light up the entire stage and all the lights concentrate down onto Ira. The camera floats around the edge of the stage. We then have a view looking upwards towards her. The chorus builds and suddenly the bright blue and purple spotlights race around again. The LED's are the blast of blue and white. and the camera is now looking out over the arena from behind Ira. There is then a facial shot that zooms out as Ira holds the last note.

So speak, to me in words unspoken
Shout it out above the trees
Speak to me, with silence broken
Share with me the life
So speak to me my love
Speak to me
Share with me the life you lead
Share with me the life
Share with me the life


Sparklers shoot out the edges of the stage and stay until the end of the song. Ira finishes the song superbly. The crowd erupts excitedly " Merci Normandy and Picardy" she speaks gently. "Thank you, everyone."
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Postby Ertzei Kishim » Wed Mar 03, 2021 12:47 pm

XX. Ertzei Kishim
"Meow :3" - Sandy Santini

Language(s): English
Lyrics: Sandy Santini, Mariana Rubio
Music: Eden Gal-On, Shani Samir, Aviran Abu-Tzadka
Tune: Ella Li - Mah Atah Rotzeh?


In recent times, 21 year-old Sandy had become a mega star in the music community, and was a household name even in countries that were not her native Ertzei Kishim. Despite a disappointing ninth place finish in WorldVision, her chart success was astronomical, and she had, in a short time, cemented herself as one of Kishrael's preeminent music talents. Sandy Santini is the stage name of Arab-Circassian-Jewish singer Sandi Shouman. In some ways she is a pure representative of the flavour of Ertzei Kishim, her father, an Arab-Circassian and her mother a Jew, she grew up in Rakaphy in one of the most central, cosmopolitan neighbourhoods in the city. Her initial rise to fame came as part of the left-wing revolutionary spirit felt, as young people sought to change the right-wing government which was increasingly viewed as anti-Arab, and out-of-touch with the needs of a modern and diverse population. After her first chart success with "Hashmal!", Sandy went back to the drawing board - but this time producers were coming to her, and not the other way around (as she was famously known to have actually paid for her own beat for her first entry into Kdam). After a few edition hiatus. creating her own opportunities, she decided to make a grand return to Kdam for the 88th edition of the contest, however this time she was not to win. She did however, finish 2nd in the televote, beating out the eventual winner Tanya Benisti by a considerable margin, and falling behind only Yair Dayan, an equally famous Kishraeli pop fixture. It was however Sandy who would top the charts.

The song was originally written as a joke with her Scotatrovan friend Mariana Rubio, where they would simply to try and make a rap out of the word "pussy", but they eventually realised that they could create something decent with it. After a remix with Rena Whorak was also released following Kdam, to much commercial success in Ertzei Kishim, HARESHET offered Sandy the opportunity to sing at the World Hit Festival. In doing so, HARESHET knew exactly what they were doing. Sandy was considered by many in HARESHET to be "too famous" for World Hit Festival, in that her own platform as a now established artist superceded what the contest itself could give her, however HARESHET enjoyed rocking the boat a little. The tone of the World Hit Festival was generally more serious than that of WorldVision, with many countries sending ballads, or pop-ballads, often in their native language. It was a contest that took itself very seriously, something that Sandy did not.

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Describing her entry and why she agreed to go to Amiens, Sandy explained: "Well, the song may seem like a joke one at first, it is funny to be talking about pussy especially with the connotations involved with that, but I wanted to give it a greater meaning than what on the surface may seem a little superficial and stupid. I want this to be a feminist anthem, wrapped in a cute package. I think it is clear what my intention is from one look at the lyrics - our fight isn't over! And... well in terms of going to Amiens... it's not like it was on my travel list hahaha! I think I just like the idea of competing, for me it's not about the platform of World Hit Festival, but rather the fact that all these countries come together and compete, I think it's so exciting. It's also a completely different vibe to the WorldVision Song Contest, it's much more chilled and relaxed, it suits me".

The stage begins dark, with a single pink light shining from the back of the stage. The pink light illuminated a large structure in the centre of the stage, standing about 2.5 metres tall at its peak. It has two spires on each side, and a curved back. As the first notes of the song began to ring out, the sides of the stage began to shoot with pink towards the cameras and the audience. From above, the structure was revealed as pink lights from above shined on it. Sandy was sat slouched on a pink and purple throne. It's height came from the 4 steps or so leading up the seat, and its huge curved back, as well as the spires. Sandy began singing, her microphone attached to her head rather than in her hand. She wore a nonchalant kind of attitude as she began singing, looking at her nails, and particularly avoiding eye contact with the audience and the cameras. She was wearing a pink lolita-inspired maid outfit, a pink hairband with cat ears on, and had whiskers drawn on her face.

Pussy crisp, pussy pringle
Pussy lonely, pussy single
Pussy crazy, pussy bizarre
Damn, pussy play guitar!


At this point Sandy shoots up, sitting straight on the throne and putting her hands on the side. Her face is turned directly to the camera, staring into it with exaggeratedly wide eyes. The throne is so big that it almost comically swallows her up. The camera shows a frontal view of her sitting on the throne, slowly zooming in so that on the last line of the verse the camera has zoomed directly into her lipstick. You can see that in pink has been written "Meow" on her lips, amidst the red lipstick, but only faintly.

Pussy won the vote, pussy know the fight ain’t over
Pussy discriminated, pussy given the cold shoulder
Pussy literate, pussy read a lot of books
Pussy knows her value ain’t based on just her looks


The song slows slightly, and Sandy stands up. She begins to move down the stairs, exaggerating every step with her arms and face. It is almost as if she is parodying people who attempt to be sexy with the poses she is pulling. On the second from last step, she does a 360 spin, wiping her forearm across her forehead and pretending to faint, lowering herself slowly onto the step, then onto her knees, and then onto her stomach. She crawls on her hands and knees off the steps and towards the front of the stage.

Like the waves go back and forth to the shore
Pussy gives you rhythm, pussy keeps giving more
Pussy in the club and she’s feeling free
So why can’t this pussy, achieve her liberty


On her hands and knees she begins to the sing the chorus, moving her head one side for one line, and then to the other side for the next line. As the song gets faster at the line beginning "Can't you hear pussy trying to take a breath", she jumps to her feet, and poses with a wide gate, facing away from the audience, but turning her head round so that they can see her face. She then moves her body in time to the beat while singing until the end line and the start of the next verse.

Get with it and read this pussy’s lips
Meow meow meow meow meow meow
Let me say it again if you’re not sure
Meow meow meow meow meow meow
Can’t you hear pussy trying to take a breath, this pussy trying to express herself
Pussy getting hungry for her freedom, this story’s already getting old


The camera focuses some more on Sandy's face, as she cheekily flirts with the camera. She begins making funny hand gestures with each part of the verse that she describes. When pussy is 'hungry' she holds her stomach, when 'thirsty' she sticks her tongue out almost imitating panting. As she describes pussy as 'perky' she grabs both of her breasts and mimes a shocked face to the camera. At the final part of the verse, which mentions the bourgeois, she lifts her hands up over her head in an 'X' shape - a popular symbol of the Kishraeli leftist parties.

So she’s telling me that pussy hungry, pussy thirsty
Pussy ready, pussy prepared, and pussy perky
Pussy sharpened, pussy primed, pussy wearing her scratching claws
Damn this pussy taking down the petit bourgeois


Marching to the left hand side of the stage, the camera follows her before panning up and into the distance, gradually spinning around to the dancing audience. When the camera reappears, two muscular male dancers dressed in maids outfits appeared either side of Sandy on the left side of the stage. All three of them begin to perform a synchronised dance which involves going into a duck squat and swinging their arms.

Pussy won the vote, pussy know the fight ain’t over
Pussy discriminated, pussy given the cold shoulder
Pussy literate, pussy read a lot of books
Pussy knows her value ain’t based on just her looks


The song begins to slow down again... Thank goodness! Sandy's tongue was dry as hell. Taking the small break to stick her tongue back in her mouth, she then released it again. The two men hoisted her onto their backs and spun her around as Sandy succeeded in maintaining a nonchalant look while being thrown about. They drop her lower and spin her around so that she is upside down - Sandy catching herself on the floor with her wrists. At the final line of the section she then shakes her booty while they held her ankles.

Like the waves go back and forth to the shore
Pussy gives you rhythm, pussy keeps giving more
Pussy in the club and she’s feeling free
So why can’t this pussy, achieve her liberty


For the chorus the dancers begin performing around her, spinning around her if you will. They rush and drop to their knees, doing flairs on their hands next to Sandy as she sings the chorus. The overall look was somewhat chaotic, compounded by the pink pulsing lights through the stage, but that of course was intended to serve as a complement to the equally chaotic song as an offering in of itself. The final line almost sees Sandy throwing a tantrum of how the story is getting old, stomping her foot and spinning around.

Get with it and read this pussy’s lips
Meow meow meow meow meow meow
Let me say it again if you’re not sure
Meow meow meow meow meow meow
Can’t you hear pussy trying to take a breath, this pussy trying to express herself
Pussy getting hungry for her freedom, this story’s already getting too old


The final verse begins, and because the song once again slows, so does the vibe on the stage. The catboy dancers run behind the throne so as to be out of view. A single spotlight shines on Sandy from above, almost like an audition at a stage show. Sandy looks into the distance while singing as the camera spins around her for the duration of the verse, except the final one. At the final part of the verse, where she sings about pussy power the camera then takes a frontal view of Sandy, before zooming out quickly while strobe lights flurried at speed while doing so.

I was born this way and that’s how I’ll always be
The essence of pussy, is living within me
Fists up to the sky, no longer will we hide
This pussy power is burning up inside!


While these strobe lights were occuring on the stage, the two catboys had succeeded in ripping Sandy's dress off her body, creating a seamless transition into her final outfit, which was a pink glittery leotard printed with the words "PUSSY" over the chest. For the final part of the song she marches to one side of the stage, and then to another. The final line sees Sandy, somewhat bizarrely, then dropping to her knees on the stage, winking, and making a paw gesture with her hand.

Can’t you hear pussy trying to take a breath, this pussy trying to express herself
Pussy getting hungry for her freedom, this story’s already getting too old
Can’t you hear pussy trying to take a breath, this pussy trying to express herself
Pussy getting hungry for her freedom, this story’s already getting too old
Meow meow meow meow :3


With the end of the performance, a small shoot of sparks fires out the stage as the audience cheered. Given that many of the audience were from Normandy and Picardy itself, many of them were slightly unsure of the performance on account of their 'unique' music taste, but the small Achaean and Kishraeli contingents in particular more than made up for the bemusement of the natives. Sandy jumps up "Thank you, merci Normandy!" before jogging off the stage. The cameras caught a small glimpse of the back of her leotard which said "EAT THE RICH", causing something of a surge in memes on the internet.
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Postby Todlichebujoku » Wed Mar 03, 2021 7:36 pm

XX. Tödlichebujoku
"Kimiva" - Midori

Title Translation: You
Language(s): Sureedakeeri, Taploukki
Lyrics: Midori Kita, Hana Niemi, Maara Maki
Music: Midori Kita, Yüki Katoo, Rakkenhari Partanen, Grajinya Mitsutani
Tune: Kamshat Zholdybayeva - "Caramel"


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Midori Kita flipped through the crystal album, a faint smile visible on her lips. It all seemed so odd that she ended up all the way here, but really, who could have guessed at all the events that had happened recently? She never thought she'd end up heading to the World Hit Festival stage, not after a sheltered childhood growing up in a miniscule farming village 3 hours away from Seltsaaniboči, not after placing 4th in the inaugural Sinun Valintasi: Starfall, and most certainly not after the near-societal collapse that the nation was still recovering from. She absolutely was still recovering mentally and emotionally from the brush with death when a crazed mob set her block on fire, where she barely escaped with her life and the most basic of essentials. Midori could never forget the all-pervasive smell and taste of ash, the crackling flames, and the way the sky glowed with a dull, throbbing red. But she lived. And that was the most important part.

from that point on she could live her life, finally let her guard down, and revel in safety and security. She could finally go through all the messages she had missed. She could finally come across the tentative offer from Estegoa100 that rather timidly asked for her possible involvement, and, stifling a laugh, could finally make another move for her career. While the Tödlichebujoki public was not a big fan of her entry, criticizing her on what was termed "forced melodrama" and "stiff conceptual execution", the international juries were far friendlier, with the jurors from Elejamie, Polkopia, and the Achaean Republic all gracing her song "Kimiva" with their top points. Though she was third in both the jury and international televote segment, her significant lead on fourth place in the televote placed her solidly in the top three prior to the very harsh domestic televote, where she was tied for last, and ultimately dropped a position to fourth place. To be fair, that artist who eclipsed her happened to be the Izmeduan star Letenje, who exploded in popularity in Tödlichebujoku and his album "Rebirth" soon found itself sitting at the top spot of album sales for the year. As for Midori, well, she continued on with her career, chilling just under the current of popularity. But now? A second chance. Even if it seemed to be a last ditch effort on the behalf of Estegoa100 to deliver an entry before VVMxD hijacked the application process, Midori was thankful that she could finally strut her stuff in the international limelight.

Thin, spindly blue laser beams shine vertically down from the ceiling in two rows, creating a hallway effect, flickering with the opening notes. Men dressed as ancient soldiers become barely visible along the back of the stage as they begin to stomp and vocalize. Just before the first verse, the laser beams turn red quickly in a sequence, and a deep reddish spotlight better illuminates Midori, swathed in a metallic chainmail-like dress and a warped, twisted crown as she reclines on a polished dark wood throne on center stage, her body draped over its arms. She slowly turns her head to face the audience, visible between the sparse "walls" of the red lasers. Her slick black hair is draped over her shoulders and shines in the light as she moves, and as the camera moves closer to her, inked patterns become visible on her skin. She haughtily regards the camera view
Kiemurtelet mulle kuin iilimato, limainen
Ya yálleen uskallan sun kuolla
Pühát voimat taistelevat taivaalla, raivopáinen
Niin yátán sun kurtistua

Her throne begins to scroll forward, with the laserlights moving backwards and creating a sensation of greater speed than in reality. White lasers flicker through them occasionally, and a white strobe periodically flashes over Midori and her throne. Midori looks right through the camera view, the harsh red lighting making her facial features look forboding, slightly frightening
Kimiva, vataši o nikumu šikaši,
Ttare kka muši o ki ni?
Čika o hatte modoru

Kimiva, vataši ni sakentte imas
Vataš'va tek'ni, naitsoon' taikoš'mas
Motto ookun yoči kka arimas

The camera view whirls around her from a distance, as wings of white spotlights pass around her, intersecting with the red laser lights. She closes her eyes, head tilted back, hand draped over the side in a dismissive manner
Mooičitto kiite, nankai mo to nankai mo
Vatašiva kieteiku madeno ma (madeno ma)
Vatašiva, anatakka vhutatappi
Monokkoi kansatsu šimas


Ai yai yai yai ya
A yai yai ya
A yai yai ya

Ai yai yai yai ya
A yai yai ya
A yai yai ya

The color drains out of the lights and lasers, and now we have a stage in stark black and white, Midori's chainmail-weave dress glinting in the light as the camera captures an array of dancers clad in matte black costumes around her, laid down and kicking up with their feet, rolling in a circle
Kimiva, vataši o nikumu šikaši,
Ttare kka muši o ki ni?
Ttoo širo te iunttesu ka?

Kimiva, vataši ni sakentte imas
Vataš'va tek'ni, naitsoon' taikoš'mas
Motto ookun yoči kka arimas

Her throne is now at the edge of the stage as the dancers form a semicircle around the back, the ones farthest back standing up and writhing to form an unsettling living backdrop for Midori and her throne. She rises to her feet, the light now soft upon her
Mooičitto kiite, nankai mo to nankai mo
Vatašiva kieteiku madeno ma (madeno ma)
Vatašiva, anatakka vhutatappi
Monokkoi kansatsu šimas


Ai yai yai yai ya
A yai yai ya
A yai yai ya

Ai yai yai yai ya
A yai yai ya
A yai yai ya

Fire erupts along the edge of the stage, frighteningly close to the throne and creating a deep orange-red glow that lights her up from below, as the ambient spotlights fade away
Murtuuko luurankosi? Má tulen tiedán
Olen odottanut tátá hetkeá
Saanen sárkeá kallosi, maistaa sun verta
Ya paskoa tuhkanne páálle

The flames wrap behind her along the back of the stage, as the rest of the lights cut out, except for blinking spotlights that flash upon her glimmering dress, creating its own flashes that hit the camera as it rotates around her just above the level of the flames
Ai yai yai yai ya
A yai yai ya
A yai yai ya

Ai yai yai yai ya
A yai yai ya
A yai yai ya

One single spotlight shines upon her from above as the rest cut out. Soon it too, fades


"Kiitos Amiens!" she cries out before exiting the stage.
You squirm to me like a leech, slimy
And again I dare you to die
The holy powers spar in the heavens above, wrathful
So I'll leave you to shrivel away

You, hate me, but
Who listens to insects?
Go crawl back under the ground

You, scream to me
I stand against the entrails of my enemies
There's room for more

Plead to me again, again and again
Until I fade away, away
I watch you beg
Once more

You, hate me, but
Who listens to insects?
Go crawl back under the ground

You, scream to me
I stand against the entrails of my enemies
There's room for more

Plead to me again, again and again
Until I fade away, away
I watch you beg
Once more

Will your skeleton crack? I will know
I've been waiting for this moment
Let me shatter your skull, and taste your blood
And shit upon your ashes
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Postby Polkopia » Thu Mar 04, 2021 6:45 am

XX. Polkopia
"Vo Vesmire" - MAKSIM

Title Translation: In The Universe
Language(s): Polkopian
Lyrics: MAKSIM, Anton Bogdanov
Music: Oleg Karpin, Mariya Anismova
Tune: Олег Майами - Если Ты Со Мной


The decision for Polkopia to return to the World Hit Festival was not done overnight. High costs of participation mixed with low domestic interest in the competition due to subpar results meant that several of those in the Polkopian National Broadcaster felt as if though it was not in Polkopia's best interest to participate at this time. Previously, the contest had only been broadcasted on PNB2, PNB's second network, where programs that don't have the same budget, interest, or a combination of the two are featured. After the conclusion of 56th World Hit Festival, the time had come for nations to declare their interest in participating. Though viewing figures for WHF56 were higher than previous contest, the number was nowhere nearly high enough in order to justify the PNB signing up, however a proposal brought by Vadim Dostovskiy, head of the Polkopian delegation, raised some eyebrows. He stated that he would like to test the waters of WHF one more time and wanted to allocate enough funding in order to bring the program to PNB instead of PNB2. Due the pandemic, PNB had to cut several of its programs, as reality television was not viable to film during these times, and has since struggled to fill the gaps with viable shows. Furthermore, the Polkopian government provided substantial payments to publicly-funded services on multiple occasions throughout the COVID-19 crisis, in addition to the funding they had already received from the government. It didn't seem like an overstep to use some of these extra funds to gauge what would be popular on Polkopian television once the nation could fully reopen, so including WHF on the main channel was step one in this project. Should it prove popular with the Polkopian audience, it is expected that Polkopia's main channel would resume regular participation after several years of sporadic and infrequent appearances.

The decision on whether or not Polkopia would participate had been made, but what was to be done about selecting the nation's entry? Historically, the runner-up for the Landa vy Polkopiya would normally be given the option to represent their nation at the World Hit Festival, however the introduction to the "Best-Of" special edition made artists more inclined to save their song for that contest rather than risk World Hit Festival, so this method would no longer be viable. The idea of holding another, smaller National Final had crossed the minds of the PNB's administration, but that was quickly shut down, as it would be far too much time, effort, and money on an experimental project. That left no other choice but to hand-select an artist who they believed could do the nation justice at the contest. The answer lied in MAKSIM, a lesser-known Polkopian artist who had seldom expressed interest in writing a song for the Landa vy Polkopiya, as the larger entry fee and time commitment meant that it wasn't worth risking all of that to go up against fan-favorites with a larger fanbase and production team. MAKSIM enjoyed his small team and what they contribute to Polkopia's music scene. In an interview with the PNB, MAKSIM believed that the pop industry is snuffing out some of the up-and-coming artists and that World Hit Festival makes some of these smaller artists known, not only on a domestic scale, but also on an international level, and could pave their pathway to musical success. That was MAKSIM's hope, anyway, but he also didn't want to earn all of this fame and fortune if it meant that he would have to abandon his musical team, and was very adamant that all of them be granted entry into Normandy and Picardy. The PNB agreed, despite early hesitations regarding COVID precautions, and weeks later, Vo Vesmire was written, produced, and released by MAKSIM and his team, and they were all set for the contest.




By the time MAKSIM took the stage, the props from the previous performance had already all been removed in order to expedite the process in which the staging for the Polkopian performance could be prepared. Overall, it wasn't to be anything spectacular or expensive, partly because MAKSIM didn't care for all the glitz and glamour that came with an over-the-top performance, yet he still wanted the staging to encompass the song, as the entirety of the song was in Polkopian and the majority of the audience wouldn't understand the lyrical content of the song. The song's title was "Vo Vesmire" which translates into English as "In The Universe" so naturally, MAKSIM and his team opted for a more galactic design. Upon looking at the stage, MAKSIM and his technical producer, Yulia Gregirovna, agreed that this would work in their favor, should they commence with the space theme they already had in mind. The last thing they wanted was for MAKSIM to get lost on-stage while trying to deliver his performance, and the smaller area of the stage would allow for the staging concept they had in mind, whilst keeping MAKSIM present on-stage in the eyes of the viewers. The stage was set and MASKSIM was ready to perform. The stage was nearly all black, save for the LED floor and background, which were dotted with starts, mimicking a midnight sky. The lights along the outer edges of the stage were also illuminated so they they too looked as if they were stars. MAKSIM himself wore black pants, black shoes, and a black v-neck shirt. Over the shirt, he wore a thick white suit jacket with a golden trim. His pants, although black, shimmered as the light caught them, meaning that one could see that they were coated with some sort of glitter on the outer side of the fabric. Besides his clothing, he wore a golden stud pierced through one of his ears, and had a sort of thin golden vein design sewed into the middle of his brow, extending through the length of his brow, nearly reaching his hairline. Everybody but him exited the stage as the performance was set to begin and soon, the instrumentation began to play, signaling MAKSIM's time to begin singing. As he started the song, he held the microphone up to his mouth, but looked down, staring at his free hand, which he held close to his abdomen. After he sang the first line, he brought his free hand down and sang directly into the camera.

Nekovo ne ža ponyat
Laibov bud' mati.
Kudga prešla v žizne,
Ne mogu dikhat'.


Each time MAKSIM sang, "smotri", the camera zoomed in for a moment and he continued making intense eye-contact with the camera. Meanwhile, the LED stars seemed to glimmer and shine brighter than they had done before and once in a while, one could see a stars shooting across the dark background of the screen. As he dang this part, MAKSIM proceeded to walk forward slowly, and every time he did, some of the nearby stars on the LED panel on the floor would move to create a footprint silhouette in the spot that he once stood. After MAKSIM sang the last part, he let his hand holding the microphone slowly drop and he looked down. As this happened, the camera transitioned by fading into black.

Smotri, smotri moikh glazakh, čito vidiš?
Čumi meni i rešti,
Tol'ko možeš reštit.


As the chorus sounded, the lights brightened and immediately illuminated the stage. The LED changed from a black, starry, midnight sky to a galactic pattern , which rotated in-place as the song continued on. The lights that illuminated the stage were colored various shades of gold, blue, red, and purple, and moved about the stage rapidly, covering the entire stage in these bright hues. As soon as the chorus started, MAKSIM jumped forward and pointed toward the camera, smirking as he did so, before moving around the main LED platform on the stage floor casually, hardly ever losing eye-contact with the camera lens. Only a few times, MAKSIM would extend his arm toward the ceiling and look toward that same direction, would he ever lost eye-contact with the camera, but this moment only lasted as he sang one of the lines in the chorus. As he moved, he did so in a very chill demeanor, not wanting anything to seem forced or unnatural. As a result of this mindset, he hardly practiced his stage movements during the rehearsals and instead focused on the stage design and his vocal performance. He wanted his stage presence to seem as authentic as possible, and it was certainly being delivered tonight.

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov
Yes'li yest' nekovo ostat' naš.
Biy naš mati ves

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov.
No na danniyom momente
Čekan v tišeniye.


Once the first chorus ended, the lights dimmed to their original state, though the galaxy animation was still playing on the background LED screen. The camera was situated at the back of the stage and filmed MAKSIM from this view so that the audience was in the camera shot. The lights around the arena had completely dimmed though, so the only thing from the audience that was visible were members' flashlights, phones, and other objects that light up in the dark. As MAKSIM sang this next verse, the camera moved around him and he maintained eye-contact with the lens, just as he had done throughout the entire performance up to this point.

Višu tebi s nim.
On vsyo, čito meni ne.
Eto bol' laibova
No ne vinovayo.


The camera stopped moving around MAKSIM once the cameraman was situated at the front of the stage, signaling a transition here, where the cameraman holding the camera ran off the stage in time for a frontal view of the stage to come into play here. MAKSIM was the focus here, of course, but fog began to creep onto the stage and lasers began to project lights all over MAKSIM during this part. These lights that were projected onto MAKSIM resembled stars in the night sky, similar as to how the background had been earlier. More and more began to cover MAKSIM's body until he was hardly seen under the lights. Once the third line in the pre-chorus was over, the lights all faded into a light red and began to vibrate.

Každiy den' milliyoni dumei, v golove.
Ves yel'sa, tiy seyčas.
Tol'ko možeš reštit.


MAKSIM leapt forward so that the lasers were no longer trained on him and he resumed the earlier casual movements of walking around the stage. For the most part, the camera shot him from the front, or from a lower perspective, just off the stage perimeter. Either way, members of the audience who have booked their tickets to watch the show from around the edge of the stage were into view, several of them moving their hands side to side, others reaching their hands out toward MAKSIM on stage. Sometimes, MAKSIM would reciprocate and reach out toward them as well, smiling as he did so, before moving around toward the other side of the stage. He appreciated the warm reception that the fans in the arena gave him and although he wanted to show them appreciation, his primary objective was to focus on his performance and make sure he was delivering everything as well as he could. By the time the last line in the chorus was sung, he was situated in the very middle of the stage. As he sung it, he extended his arm out to his side and looked up, squeezing his eyes shut as he held the note. The background galaxy pattern, meanwhile, balled up and exploded during this time, sending stars flying all around the LED screens as the instrumental played after the chorus.

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov
Yes'li yest' nekovo ostat' naš.
Biy naš mati ves

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov.
No na danniyom momente
Čekan v tišeniye.


Ohh...
Yeah...


The lights dimmed and glitter began to rain from the sky, colored in the same hue as the stars had been on the LED screen so that they resembled the same stars that had been shooting across the screens moments earlier. The stars that had been flying across the screen now seemed to pause in place, only moving in the same direction as they had been ever so slowly, giving the illusion that time was standing still, save for MAKSIM, who was signing the breakdown of the song here. He was on one knee, looking up toward the ceiling, almost pleading, as the camera circled around him. Glitter fell on and around him, coating the stage in a shimmery golden color and meanwhile, the fog machine ramped up the intensity so that the stage was being covered by at least a half-meter of fog by the end of the breakdown.

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov
Yes'li yest' nekovo ostat' naš.
Biy naš mati ves

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov.
No na danniyom momente
Čekan v tišeniye.


As he sang this line, the stars all began to move as quickly as they had done before the breakdown. The LED screen on the floor began to 'open up' in the sense that there was a bright golden line forming in the middle of the stage, which grew wider and wider as seconds passed. This line was extended all the way to the back of the stage and reached the spot on the background LED screen where the galaxy once was. Currently, it was still a massive ball of yellow and orange hues, shooting out stars and planets at a rapid pace all throughout the LED screens.

Vo vesmire....


The final chorus was here and MAKSIM stood up to continue walking around the stage. Now, animation playing on the LED screens which had previously shown the stars shooting forward, toward MAKSIM and the audience, had now reversed itself so that everything which had shot out before was now being sucked back in to the massive yellow and orange orb that was being shown in the background. Wind machines kicked on to maximum intensity too so that the fog on-stage was being blown toward the back of the stage as well. MAKSIM's jacket, hair, and articles of loose-fitting clothing he was wearing also seemed to be blowing back in that direction, giving the audience the illusion that it really was this massive ball in the background sucking in everything. By the very end of the chorus, once MAKSIM had finished singing the last high note and the instrumental had slowed down, the ball faded and in its place was a beautiful galaxy setting, more colorful and artistic than before. The lights had dimmed to deep shades of purple and MAKSIM returned to the middle of the stage, smiling as the lights faded and the performance was completed.

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov
Yes'li yest' nekovo ostat' naš.
Biy naš mati ves

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov.
No na danniyom momente
Čekan v tišeniye.


"Thank you very much. Thank you." MAKSIM calmly said into the microphone before waving to the cheering crowd. Members of his team ran onstage and they all bowed together before hugging and running off of the stage so that the next participant may perform.



Nobody will ever understand
The love that I have.
When you came into my life
I couldn't breathe


Look, look into my eyes, what do you see?
Kiss me and save me.
Only you can save [me].


If were were the only ones in the universe.
I'd give you all my love.
If there was nobody to stop us.
We would have it all.

If were were the only ones in the universe.
I'd give you all my love.
But for now,
I'll wait in silence


I see you with him
He's everything I'm not
This is the pain of love
But I can't help it


Every day, a million thoughts are in my head
All of them are you now.
Only you can save [me].


If were were the only ones in the universe.
I'd give you all my love.
If there was nobody to stop us.
We would have it all.

If were were the only ones in the universe.
I'd give you all my love.
But for now,
I'll wait in silence


If were were the only ones in the universe.
I'd give you all my love.
If there was nobody to stop us.
We would have it all.

If were were the only ones in the universe.
I'd give you all my love.
But for now,
I'll wait in silence


In the universe...


Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov
Yes'li yest' nekovo ostat' naš.
Biy naš mati ves

Yes'li miy sami vo vesmire
Ya biy dat' tebe ves laibov.
No na danniyom momente
Ya čekan v tiš'ne
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Postby Hafamarimyht » Sat Mar 06, 2021 8:46 pm

XX. Hafamarimët
"(I Won't Spend) Another Night Alone" - GENI

Language(s): English
Lyrics: Devïhë Pankvut, GENI
Music: Žïlëp Cehmë
Tune:Krista Siegfrids - 1995


Who is GENI? That's a question a lot of people have been asking since she debuted out of nowhere in 2015. She has never performed in a large venue, instead focusing on crafting delicate bedroom dance pop in the privacy of her own home and sharing these songs in Open Stage nights at smaller local venues around her home city of Baspink. Her first release, a single called Honey Home, spent three weeks at #1 despite her not having any media presence outside of her twitter account.

Her story seemed to be over when she stopped releasing music in 2018. Her twitter went silent. No one seemed to be able to get in touch with her, not that they were really able to before. But when TVH announced the open call for submissions for WHF 57, suddenly there she was - except this time, her song was louder, more joyful, and more polished. Where had she been? What is this?

"i wanted to try something new" was the only thing she tweeted along with a photo of a professional studio with well-known producer Žïlëp Cehmë in the background. Žïlëp had been set to represent Hafamarimët in WorldVision 83 as part of the duo DoubleŽïlëp, although this was unfortunately an edition of the contest which would see Hafamarimët withdrawing. From the start she was clear that she didn't want to do too much of the writing, seeking a more "traditional pop starlet" experience.

When the song won the online vote held to decide Hafamarimët's entry, she made her television debut on Past Your Bedtime, a nightly pop culture discussion, performance, and quiz show hosted by Bïdnel Halnetka. Oddly enough, she didn't perform the song, instead being a panelist on one of the quizzes (coming in last) and saying that the World Hit Festival would be the first time the song would be performed live.


The LED screens at the back of the stage flash green with the first few bass notes, then dark blue with the lower note. GENI, wearing a grey metallic body suit with a ruffled black collar and black boots, walks in time to the end of the promenade, reaching the end as she begins to sing. The lights overhead rotate stripes of light and shadow over her face, as if behind spinning prison bars. On "in my mind," the lights change to a purple wash and she turns around, walking in time to the middle of the promenade, kneeling as she sings "you'll never escape it." She stands sharply on "I'm alone" and walks to the larger part of the stage, turning to face the front as the next verse begins.

If I think, think about it
I don't think I'm quite alright
I'm in a prison
In my mind
It keeps repeating "this is forever"
"You'll never escape it"
I'm alone


GENI reaches forward, holding her hand out in a gesture of open honesty, waiting for someone to take it. She bends her elbow and lets her wrist and fingers go loose, putting the back of her wrist to the side of her forehead after "if I'm ever free again." She snaps her hand back out on "I'll find you," except this time it's a sharper, more desperate reach. She holds it through the rest of the verse, and as she sings "will be gone," she drops the gesture and begins to walk back down the promenade.

(ooh)
And I promise if I'm ever free again
I'll find you
(ooh)
And the isolation will be gone


Sparks fly from the sides of the promenade as the chorus begins. The lights shift in intensity, redder in the middle and more purple towards the edges, almost like a halo around the stage, or sort of the appearance of an eclipse. The intensity of this effect lessens slightly at the "done, done, done" as the LED screens at the back of the stage begin to again flash that green and blue pattern seen at the beginning. GENI's dancing is mostly bending at the waist and reaching, every so often switching what hand her microphone is held in. Her reaches sweep across from left to right, right to left, and at "might let you in," she kneels, reaching forward towards and audience member.

She stands back up and proudly beats her chest on "nothing's gonna stop" before turning and heading back towards the main portion of the stage. She arrives with a twirl and a stomp on "take a step" and her eyes sparkle. She's enjoying herself and finally beginning to let that show. She shakes her head on "I will not spend" and her smile grows.


Baby when I'm done, done, done with sadness
Then I won't spend another night alone
I'll put my head on right and
I'll hold your hand, I might
Might let you in, might let you in

Nothing's gonna stop me, me from feeling
You'll be thinking that you know me now
We'll take a step together
We'll make a plan for forever
And I won't spend, I will not spend
Another night alone


She takes the microphone away from her mouth and dances happily, turning in a circle while the whistles echo through the arena. The LED screens flash a bit more brightly and most of the other lights in the arena cut out. As the verse begins, the screens start to show clips from many different movies at once of the romantic leads holding hands. On "higher," a wind machine kicks on, causing her ruffled collar to float and dance. She stands and enjoys that effect for a moment, then begins to walk back to the end of the walkway. She gestures towards herself on "come with me," making eye contact with an audience member beyond the camera and smiling. She puts her open hand on the side of her head on "what you thinking," with some of her fingers outlining her eye. She quickly flings her open palm away from her face on "let it out."

Give me your hand
And I'll take you higher
To happiness we climb
Oh I said come with me baby
And it'll be alright
Now what you thinking?
Let it out


She drops her smile, making earnest, pleading eye contact with the camera for the bridge.

(ooh)
We got our problems, yeah, both you and me


She brings that smile right back though as sparks begin to fly once again. She dances freely, looking into different cameras as they cut to her. She pulls her ponytail and tilts her head on "I'll put my head on right," smiling and almost sort of rolling her eyes at herself, in a lighthearted way. She starts to have a little more fun vocally with this second chorus as well as physically, giving a big thumbs up on the line "make a plan for forever," barely finishing the last line before pulling the mic away from her mouth and laughing, truly obviously having a good time as she dance-walks her way back to the main platform at the end of the chorus.

Baby when I'm done, done, done with sadness
Then I won't spend another night alone
I'll put my head on right and
I'll hold your hand, I might
Might let you in, might let you in

Nothing's gonna stop me, me from feeling
You'll be thinking that you know me now
We'll take a step together
We'll make a plan for forever
And I won't spend, I will not spend
Another night alone


The arena goes completely dark except for the LED screens repeating the green and blue pattern. The second shot in this bridge is a closeup of her face, although it is only visible when the screens flash. When the beat stops, sparks begin to fall from the ceiling around her, illuminating her in a warm glow. She stops smiling, allowing a tender moment of vulnerability to wash across her face. Her smile comes back as she admits that she "couldn't think of someone better. She finishes that line and turns to run back down the promenade.

Another night alone
Another night alone

No, we're not perfect people
But that's what makes us so strong
I couldn't think of someone better for me


She loses all inhibitions for this chorus, dancing freely and wildly, reaching out and taking the hands of various audience members, looking back at cameras that aren't quite on her yet, smiling brightly the entire time. The sparks that fly at the beginning of the chorus stay on for longer this time, and eventually become jets of flame for the last line of the first part. The lights begin to get brighter, adding some flashing white along the edge of the stage in different patterns, and smoke begins to pour into the audience and over the main part of the stage, making it look like GENI is dancing on top of glowing, flashing clouds.

Baby when I'm done, done, done with sadness
Then I won't spend another night alone
I'll put my head on right and
I'll hold your hand, I might
Might let you in, might let you in

Nothing's gonna stop me, me from feeling
You'll be thinking that you know me now
We'll take a step together
We'll make a plan for forever
And I won't spend, I will not spend
Another night alone


The camera is a close up on GENI's face for the first two lines as she spins slowly, still smiling and kind of bouncing in time, making direct eye contact with the camera. It zooms out as she says "but that's what makes us so strong," and a fan starts at the exact same time, clearing the arena of smoke and showing that the white lights along the edge of the promenade are lit solid white. The LED screens have stopped flashing, and the red and purple halo now has a spotlight of pure white on GENI. Holding the microphone in her left hand, she flexes her right arm on "strong" and holds it through the next line. She drops it and dance-walks back to the main stage, taking her time and interacting with audience members along the way. She arrives just in time to turn and sing the penultimate "no more nights alone," smiling into the camera. She turns her head to the side and tilts it back as the lights fade and the LED screens again flash their familiar green and blue with the bassline, revealing her only in silhouette.

No, we're not perfect people
Another night alone
But that's what makes us so strong
No, no more nights alone
No more nights alone
No, no more nights alone


In the darkness she cries out "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
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Postby Normandy and Picardy » Sat Mar 06, 2021 9:01 pm

XX. Normandy and Picardy
"J'imaginais" - Alys Montgolfier

Title Translation: I Used to Imagine
Language(s): Normand French, English
Lyrics: Alys Montgolfier
Music: Alys Montgolfier, Frédéric Duchamps
Tune: Noemi - Glicine



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Alys Montgolfier, 40, the artist who will be representing Normandy and Picardy on home soil in Amiens



Here she was, the home girl, performing on the stage in Amiens. Sure, Alys had performed in the Zenith many times beforehand, she knew the place rather well. She told herself she shouldn't be nervous; this was home turf, almost literally, for her. Yet, despite her years of experience, having indeed performed to larger crowds (at least in person; Alys desperately tried to keep the thought of the millions watching elsewhere out of her mind) than the one before her tonight, something about this felt different. Perhaps it was the fact she was performing for her country, and indeed for her city. Perhaps it was the millions of eyes around the multiverse peering at her. Maybe it was the song she would perform, one that had grown very dear to her indeed, and that she really wanted to do justice to. But, of course, she couldn't do that if she didn't perform it, as much as that is stating the obvious. In any case, she knew what to do. It was time to draw on that experience, the energy of the home crowd already roaring as the postcard came to an end, and all the rest of the madness and energy that held the last few weeks of her life, which certainly was unique. It had all in a way, however, been leading to this moment, and so it was time.

The lilting tones of "Vraiment Un Normand", a song that everyone in both Republics knows and holds dear, came to an end, and the little piece of incidental music played as the generally reserved Picard crowd went wild, as might be expected. She knew she had to fulfil their expectations, she definitely felt the weight on her shoulders; even if there was no pressure to win unlike that felt by previous Normand performers, she still would be expected to do well. Yet, she could also channel that energy. So, she stood there in the middle of the stage as taken in both directions, surrounding her on the sides and reaching out in front of her towards the audience, in her fully white loose fitting suit, rather like the one here, with perhaps a bit less flesh showing. The last little adjustment to the microphone stand. A final deep breath. And then it was finally, after an agonising wait, time to get going. The Normand delegation had decided to keep things rather simple and pared back for this performance; there was hardly going to be any of the snow, lampost props and dancing that had helped them win in Todlichebujoku, and take several awards whilst they were at it. No, they really wanted to ensure the emotion and Alys' performance could shine through. That of course, however, did not mean there would be no staging at all. As the song began, Alys was lit from behind by light, rather like in this image, albeit coming up from stage level. In any case, this was the stage set up, very simple, with no other lights on, and the camera very much remaining focused on Alys as she sang, her hands hovering over the microphone stand (one hand on top where the microphone and stand meet, the other 'around' the stand itself, not far down). She started looking down, her eyes closed, and slowly looked up to see the camera, which she sang into, the camera focusing on her, her face and the sense of longing melancholy that was etched across it in key with the song itself, and letting the song itself do the talking.


J'imaginais
Alors, je ne sais pas ce que j'imaginais
Dans ces rêves d'enfance
L'horizon san cesse devant
Et je n'ai pas su n'importe quoi
Je n'ai jamais demandé pourquoi
Ouais je connais

Maintenant je connais
La peine qui coule avec la joie
Le ruisseau dans lequel je me noye


As the song entered the prechorus, the first light shining up from behind Alys was joined by two others, both again from the back but from the two corners, shining faintly upon her. Meanwhile, the lighting strips along the sides and the roof of the stage along the edges of the various LED panels, slowly faded on and off in irregular patterns, some on and some off at a time, with the shame, warm yet slightly worn hue, like an old light that has had a lot of use but is coming to its end, helping add to the sense that the song was building. There was a panning shot of the stage from slightly further back, coming down across the stage at a slight angle, to help show this off, as Alys asked/sung her questions, now holding her arms out pleading in front of her, turning towards the camera as it slowly moved across. Then, there was a cut again to a closer shot, as she slowly moved about, moving with the flow of the music, as she looked up towards the camera, her hands returning to the microphone stand.

Je suis ici? Ou je suis là? J'étais du tout?
Je sens vide, dehors de temps, loin du cœur


And then, with a sudden flash of the background lights, a brief moment of intensification before they died down again as the song built further, the chorus began. The light strips, rather than having different bits flash on and off, now slowly faded on and off along the entirity of the length of the stage, but in many was that was the only really noticeable change during the chorus. That said, the camerawork did vary during the audience to help add a bit of life, providing a variety of different shots, some focusing very closely on Alys, including one in which she was situated to the right hand side of the screen (as it would be viewed from him) with everything else slowly twinkling behind her to give an example, and others providing a wider view of the stage and Alys' place within it. She was stood there in her white outfit bathed in the sea of warm, almost golden light, but she certainly was able to fill up the stage, or at the very least didn't seem swamped, as she served her iconic vocals for which she was well known in both Normandy and Picardy; she hadn't won the Festival de la College de Cherbourg three times for no reason. She herself was living every moment. Yes, the emotion of the song definitely was getting to her, the lyrics very much did reflect her train of thought at times in the past and those feelings were bound to come forward again, but she was also confident and knew the crowd, now silent and watching her applaud and yet providing the essential buzz she could latch onto, was with her, and so she could use that to drive the performance on.

J'ai attendu un millier d'années et j'ai pas eu rien
J'ai pensé un millier de penses au sujet de rien
Sans jamais vraiment comprendre
Je ne savais jamais où j'allais, non

Un millier de mots, de signes et d'images aussi
Ils montent rapidement sans fin et jouent sans cesse parmi
Les flous d'innombrables et les sombres
Dis moi, dis moi quelle route prendre


As the slow drumbeat kicked in and the next verse began, the lights died down a little bit and the camera view switched to stage level, looking towards the back again and focused, unsurprisingly, on Alys, who started to sing the next verse, switching now to English, very much a novelty for a Normand entry. Now look, movement! She slowly grabbed the microphone and removed it from the stand, and slowly began to walk around. The camera followed her, turning to look at the side of the stage, where the LED strips could be seen to slowly fill with a gradient, with a faint gold glow at the end towards the back fading out to a deep dark blue towards the front of the stage, and Noemi looked up, walking along, at once seeming sullen and yet driving forward with the conviction in her performance, a mixture of her confidence and actually being increasingly fuelled by the actual emotions behind the song, which perhaps isn't the best thing but can always help with a ballad like this.

And now I'm here
Amongst the odds and ends
Trying to piece myself together
To find a thread to link all these shattered dreams
The stories I was told and how they all turned out


By the time the next prechorus section arrived, she had reached the very front of the stage and was faced looking towards the back, so that the audience watching on in the Zenith d'Amiens could be seen behind her. Unsurprisingly, especially given that the crowd was made up of a very large proportion of Normands and Picards but also given the nature of WHF crowds in general, the crowd was more than happy to be part of the staging at this point, having got out their phones and turned on the torches to provide the backdrop, thousands of little dots of light, at once fragmented in many pieces, and yet, being the individuals, coming together to form a whole, a very delicate balance. Overthinking over and turning back to the entry, there's not much more to state.

Please don't mend me, I can do that by myself
But I need time, and I need much more than help


The chorus having begun, Alys, the lights of the audience of the audience still behind her, began to move again, now coming down essentially along the other side of the stage, such that her path might be described as almost semi-circular. In any case, she continued to walk along, as the lighting strips and LED panels along the side of the stage behind her slowly glistened and twinkled. As she walked along, a series of almost laser like beam lights, in the same sort of slightly golden, slightly faded and tired, light, slowly flickered in front of her, such that it came between her and the cameraman on stage. Alys seemed almost to become fascinated with the light, moving her hand through the beams, breaking them etc., as though she were weaving her hands like some sort of fabric, or slowly moving them through a slow moving river of light. This fascination was only partly a result of having to perform for the cameras, but in a way almost helped Alys to calm down, to take a moment even as she sung, to grab a hold of herself. Then, towards the end of the second part of the chorus, there was a change of shot to allow the steadicam operator to leave the stage, a camera looking down from what might be taken to be the top left of the stage from the audience's perspective, and slowly turning in as the lights slowly started to pull in, seemingly condensing down to the LED strip along the bottom of the stage, before the camera shot faded at the end of the chorus, Alys having reached the middle of the stage where she had started.

J'ai attendu un millier d'années et j'ai pas eu rien
J'ai pensé un millier de penses au sujet de rien
Sans jamais vraiment comprendre
Je ne savais jamais où j'allais, non

Un millier de mots, de signes et d'images aussi
Ils montent rapidement sans fin et jouent sans cesse parmi
Les flous d'innombrables et les sombres
Dis moi, dis moi quelle route prendre


Even the strip of light along the LED floor had pulled inwards before dissipating beneath Alys' feet, but not everything was darkness, oh no. There was a cut to another, closer and lower down towards the stage shot, still looking in as if from the front corner, but now actually within the bounds of the roof the stage. This perspective showed off the fact that, at first coughing into life, before bursting almost into a flood, a series of images were projected onto Alys' all white suit. These were all pictures of her throughout her life time from a series of family photobooks. Alys had been very uneasy about the idea when the staging team hired by SRNP, or rather the same director (Marcel Petit) who had worked on the previous 3 Normand entries, and thus seemingly had very good form, first presented it to her; this is perhaps no surprise, given this would include personal images of her and her family. It took a number of conversations, but eventually she came around to the view that it would be a good idea; not just as a 'moment' as part of the otherwise very restrained staging, but also because it helped hammer home what the song was about, the attempt to try and build some sort of narrative, some sort of story, through one's life, and indeed the pain that can come when this all seems to fall apart and your life feels no more than a series of images, evoking memories you cannot relive, moments captured but not gone, and just in general how disorientating life can sometimes feel, the sense of being caught in the current. Cheery stuff. In any case, this was the set up for this section, as the camera just very slowly zoomed in on Alys, who was back behind her microphone stand, her arms out somewhat to her sides, moving about through the beams of light, reaching out, trying to grab hold. With the final two lines, as the song built again with the strings and percussion, the lighting strips around the stage slowly began to flicker into life, the strip of light along the centre extending outwards from Alys' feet again, and grew increasingly intense in rather a short period of time.

Oooooh
Les lumières vacillent, mon esprit se désagrège aux millions
C'est une déluge qui coule à flot sur moi
Sans tout de sens, sans une histoire pour moi
Je m'assieds au regard fixe sans fin au spectacle
Et j'essaye comprendre moi-même encore


It was time for the final push, the final chorus. In many ways, she just had to get through it. But it wasn't ever going to be a case of just 'getting through it' for Alys. This wasn't just going through the motions, as it were, but rather she felt every word of it, as cliche as that might sound, and she was determined that that would be shown. Yet, this wasn't going to be the familiar burst into a curtain of fireworks streaming down along the front of the stage. Partly, this was just for aesthetic reasons; with the nature of the stage design, the delegation had decided they simply wouldn't have liked the look of it. But there was more to it than that too. The Normands had learnt that this was not the only way to bring an end to an entry; it had taken them long enough, perhaps, but they had finally got around to it.

Instead, as the song burst into its final chorus, the LED panels at the back of the stage and along the sides and roof of the stage, became filled with an almost rather stark almost kaleidscopic representation of the various different images that had been projected onto Alys, some fading in, some out, moving about. These were mostly in black and white, as they had been projected onto her, but there was the odd burst of colour, and indeed the black and white was increasingly coloured in over the course of the chorus, the blue of the sea at Le Crotoy, the greens of the Parc du Grand Marais in Amiens, and the red of Alys' own hair, slowly bringing a burst of colour. Throughout all this, there were a series of wider pans and closer shots of Alys as she sangs, and playing with the long perspective that the stage provided by moving along through it, showing the sides and even the roof; they'd not been put there just to be ignored now. Indeed, the final shot of this chorus began over the chorus and moved along into the maws of the stage, zooming over Alys' shoulder, and into the image of the eye that had been slowly emerging in the LED background panels from amongst all the images, made to look like of Alys' own.


J'ai attendu un millier d'années et j'ai pas eu rien
J'ai pensé un millier de penses au sujet de rien
Sans jamais vraiment comprendre
Je ne savais jamais où j'allais, non

Un millier de mots, de signes et d'images aussi
Ils montent rapidement sans fin et jouent sans cesse parmi
Les flous d'innombrables et les sombres
Dis moi, dis moi quelle route prendre


This, alongside a quick fade, allowed a transition into the last little section of the song as the embers slowly began to die away. Indeed, once the camera feed had fully faded back in again, the audience around the multiverse were met by the image of Alys, almost like at the beginning of the song stood behind the microphone stand, hands hovering around the microphone and stand, albeit now from the pure rush of adrenalin that had been powering her through the last three and a half minutes, lit from behind, but now from above, by golden light, a ray of light bursting through the darkness (and indeed plenty of the stage was lit, albeit the shadows had certainly made their appearance known). The camera shot very slowly zoomed in, starting from a view showing all of Alys, at stage level, and slowly zooming in to the last shot focused quite closely on her face, the weariness, the melancholy, and yet, through all of this, like the beam of light shining on her in the darkness, the brief glimmer of hope in her eyes pouring out into screens across the multiverse. And with that, the performance came to an end...

Il était un fois, une fille qui imaginait
Avant qu'il soit devenu un flou dans les lumières aveuglantes
Elle imaginait
J'imaginais


The home crowd went absolutely wild, as you might expect, cheering "Alys! Alys!" and generally celebrating as if she had already won. Alys herself was absolutely drained and shattered; it certainly wasn't the most physically demanding performance ever, but it was a draining one. "Merci!" she managed to shout out, waving to the crowd, allowed perhaps a moment longer than most of the other acts to take in the crowd, before the producers finally had to help her off stage, as the graphics and jingle played and the show moved back over to the MegaCite conference centre for a brief break before the Kalosian entry...

I imagined
Well, I don't know what I imagined
In those childhood dreams
An endless horizon ahead
And didn't know anything
I never asked why
And I know

I now know
The pain that comes alongside the joy
The stream that I'm drowning in again

Am I here, am I there, was I even there
I feel empty, out of time and out of mind

I waited a thousand years and I had nothing
I thought a thousand thoughts about nothing
Never really understanding, never knowing why
Never knowing where I was going, no
A thousand words, a thousand signs, a thousand images too
They are playing over and over among
The countless blurs and the shadows
Tell me which way to go

Oh the lights flicker
My mind crumbles into millions [of pieces]
A flood pouring down on me
Without any meaning, without a story for me
I sit staring blankly before the show
Trying to understand myself again

Once upon a time there was girl who used to imagine
Before it all became a blur in the blinding light
She used to imagine
I used to imagine
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Postby Kalosia » Sun Mar 07, 2021 4:59 am

XX. Kalosia
"Suprë lë mar" - AIDA

Title Translation: Over the sea
Language(s): Kalosian
Lyrics: Eída Valetu
Music: Marko Tošini
Tune: Finest Hour — Cash Cash ft. ABIR


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Eída Valetu previously won the 52nd WorldVision Song Contest for Kalosia as a member of the band EVE. Although they remain together, the band are on a hiatus to allow the girls to pursue their own projects. In Eída's case, she has been focusing on her solo career, branding herself as AIDA.

AIDA competed in Festival dele Melodie Kalosiane 47 and won the national selection, earning her the right to represent Kalosia at the 57th World Hit Festival in Amiens, Normandy & Picardy. This marks Kalosia's 50th participation at the World Hit Festival.

Her song, Suprë lë mar (Over the sea), is a song of growth and ambition. The song tells the story of a journey of personal growth, with the singer "reaching over the sea" and "rising to the sky" to follow her dreams. The song was written by Marko Tošini, a Kalosian DJ also known by the stage name Marco T.

Kalosia was drawn to perform 20th in a field of 21 entries, following the hosts Normandy & Picardy. With the large amount of audience support for the home entry, there was definitely some added pressure to perform well. But AIDA was confident that she could pull off a good show, and made her way to the stage. For the big night, she was wearing a stylish glittery pantsuit, with the buttons open and a black bandeau underneath.

The song begins with a chord. The lights come on, but everything is blurry. This slowly blurs and it turns out the camera has been showing AIDA standing at the back of the stage, mic in hand. She is actually surrounded by three cameras from different close up angles, but this one shows the front profile. AIDA starts singing. With each chord, the camera angle switches, before going back to the front/main camera.
Sentu piédi moji uli
Grani žentili di sablë
Mentrë l’akwa lo’ lavanu
Dandu mi un sensažio fridu

AIDA starts slowly walking down the stage, with the camera following her from her front. The other two cameras back away and retreat.
Benkë san moltë atentë
La kuriósita mi šfida
A dëstružuto moltë žentë
Ma në ja

She meets a mic stand where she places her mic. The camera angle changes to one on the rails in front of the stage that slowly goes around the stage. Here, we can begin to see what the rest of the stage looks like. The LED lights are surrounded by abstract blue metallic graphics whose bright pulsations flow through the screens along with the flow of the song.
Ma lentamentë ja sto përdendu
U penšeri moji, mia personal nuvë
E ja vidu lë kaminu žusto
Në san perfektu, ma ja dovu provarë

Now the LED screens suddenly went black and the stage lights focused on AIDA as she sings the chorus. The background strobe lights do flash to the beat, some small ones following the percussion but the bigger ones following the chords.
Suprë lë mar atenu
Ali ťelu alžu
Kestu futuro miu
Lo speta solu mi

As the tension builds, the LED screens return, displaying the same graphics they previously showed.
Le valeje gardanu
Pëli steli lasu
Es lë speranzë final
Pëlë speranzë… atenu!

At this point a male backing dancer steps out. Bare-chested, he is wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants. He moves freely around the stage, with his energetic, liberal dance moves. As he circles the stage around AIDA (with considerable distance), many of the guy's dance moves involve reaching gestures, in line with the message behind the song. AIDA isn't in focus in this instrumental break, but you can see in the background that she grooves along to the rhythm.

Eventually, the break ends and the focus returns to AIDA, whom the camera closes up on for this next part. Off-camera, the dancer vacates the stage.
A dëspetu dëli dubi
Rëkoľu moji intenžioni
Komë kolombe, relašu
Loro kë segu alë ventu

Lyrically, AIDA compares herself to a kite that rises, but acknowledges that a kite is held down to the earth by a string, and likewise it is only her that holds herself down. She meets a resolve: in order to truly fly free, she must cut that thread and let go of what holds her down.
Kalkëvoltë kadë alžu
Sentu komë unë papiľë
U kë mi tiru ǧu poj
Keste korde

In this next part, with the camera's stage shots, you can see the dancer returning, slowly making his way on stage with slow, relaxed movements.
Loro taľu per rëlašarë
Volandu altu, traversu le nuve
E ja vidu lë kaminu žusto
Në san perfektu, ma ja dovu provarë

The camera focuses on AIDA for this next part, but the dancer remains visible in the background doing more energetic, confident choreography. The LED lights remain on, but the strobe lights do flash to the beat.
Suprë lë mar atenu
Ali ťelu alžu
Kestu futuro miu
Lo speta solu mi

Now the dancer approaches AIDA, dancing directly around her. In the last word of the next part, both of them reach upwards, with the dancer mirroring her gestures.
Le valeje gardanu
Pëli steli lasu
Es la speranzë final
Pëla speranzë… atenu!

The dancer quickly withdraws himself and continues dancing around the stage freely. Again, AIDA is grooving to the beat. In this instrumental break, the camera pans across the stage but also shows us the audience enjoying the performance.

When the break ends, the LED screens turn off again, leaving AIDA surrounded only by the stage lights. The dancer is also nowhere to be seen. The cameras close up on AIDA for the next part, slowly moving around but with quickly switching angles to build tension.
(Ja sto përdendu) Ja…
(U penšeri moji) Në san perfektu
(Në san perfektu) Ma ja dovu provarë
(Ja dovu provarë) Mmm…

The camera angles gradually become more distant as the strobe lights grow stronger and the LED gradually returns. As she sings the next part, one camera angle closes up on her before dramatically zooming out and then immediately changing into a camera that pans around the stage.
(Loro rëlašu)
(Volandu altu) Dovu provarë
(Në san perfektu)
Ja dovu volarë

The dancer returns, moving as liberally and energetically as ever around AIDA. She herself also sings powerfully as ever, as the song reaches its high.
Suprë lë mar atenu
Ali ťelu alžu
Kestu futuro miu
Lo speta solu mi

AIDA takes her mic off the stand and takes a few steps forward. The dancer joins her.
Le valeje gardanu
Pëli steli lasu
Es lë speranzë final
Pëlë speranzë… atenu!

Now all the LED lights and stage lights darken save for a few that create a golden ambience. AIDA just stands there and the camera pretty statically focuses on her, zooming out slightly, in line with the pace of the song, which has slowed down. The dancer still has a bit of choreography to do, but it is noticeably very slowed down. AIDA sings the final line of the song.
Suprë le mar atenu

The camera continues to zoom out. The dancer takes AIDA's hand and together they perform a few moves before reaching a final pose right as the song ends. They sustain this pose for a few seconds. Once the audience begins cheering, the two let go and take a bow. AIDA thanks the audience, saying "Merci Amiens, thank you!", blowing a few kisses towards the audience before leaving the stage as it is set up for the entry from Tödlichebujoku.
I feel my feet in
The gentle grains of sand
While it is washed by water
Giving me a cold sensation

Although I am very careful
Curiosity challenges me
It has destroyed many people
But not me

But slowly I get lost
In my thoughts, my personal cloud
And I see the right path
I’m not perfect, but I have to try

Over the sea I reach
To the sky I rise
This future of mine
Awaits only me

The valleys watch
For the stars above
It’s my last hope
A hope I reach for

Despite the doubts
I gather my intentions
Like doves, I release them
Which I then follow into the wind

Sometimes when I rise
I feel like a kite
In which I bring myself down, so
These strings

I cut them to release them
I fly high, through the clouds
And I see the right path
I’m not perfect, but I have to try

Over the sea I reach
To the sky I rise
This future of mine
Awaits only me

The valleys watch
For the stars above
It’s my last hope
A hope I reach for

(I get lost) I…
(In my thoughts) I’m not perfect
(I’m not perfect) But I must try
(I must try) Mmm…

(I release them)
(I fly high) I need to try
(I am not perfect)
I need to fly

Over the sea I reach
To the sky I rise
This future of mine
Awaits only me

The valleys watch
For the stars above
It’s my last hope
A hope I reach for

Over the sea I reach
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16 | Estogium | Rina Louise - Another Night

Postby Estogium » Sun Mar 07, 2021 10:42 am

16. Estogium
"Another Night" - Rina Louise

Language(s): English
Lyrics: Rina Louise, George Ingebritsen
Music: Brian Cloaks, Ben Bathers
Tune: ANTONIA - Lie I Tell Myself


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Rina for Amiens: Rina is the next Estogian World Hit Festival representative and she will be singing her song, "Another Night" in Normandy & Picardy.

Rina Louise is a 21-year-old from Palisadoes, one of the largest Western cities in the country which hardly gets any chance in the limelight. Rina Louise has always been involved in music in her life - always participating in her school talent shows and musicals - liking songs that are a lot more contemporary and upbeat. Rina has also had some dancing lessons too which she will bring on the World Hit Festival stage for everyone to enjoy. Estogium's chances at the World Hit Festival aren't great, with the country struggling to reach the top 5 ever since the 52nd World Hit Festival when Estogium finished 3rd place. Estogium is hoping that by sending a good contemporary song, that the country could be successful by following a long-term plan starting this edition. "For Estogium, while our neighbour does a fantastic job at the World Hit Festival, we are very much in their shadow" explains the newly-elected Head of Delegation for Estogium at the contest. "Our music scenes are basically the same so when people have to pick between Estogium and Britonisea, most people pick the latter - and that's great for Britonisea, but not for us. What we have to do, though, is send even better, even more, memorable entries to the Festival - and maybe experiment a bit! Even if people don't like our entries, I at least want those entries to be a talking point" The Head of Delegation then goes on to explain why they decided to send Rina to the World Hit Festival, "Well, I think that it was a no brainer to send Rina to the Festival. We haven't seen something this modern from Estogium from a couple of editions and we definitely wanted to make a comeback especially since we knew that Nightom wasn't going to come to Amiens. We think that Rina will do a great job wherever she places."

Hearing from Rina herself, she said "Yes, I am so excited to represent my country at the upcoming World Hit Festival - I want to put on a show and actually give Estogians to watch and be proud of. I think that our World Hit Festival journey has been rough and I hope that even if I don't place well - which I hope I do - it will kick start a wave of success as I'd love to soon see my country right at the top of the scoreboard!". At the qualification draw, Rina was drawn to perform in the 2nd half of the night as Normandy and Picardy confirmed that 21 nations would compete for the title of the 57th winner of the World Hit Festival. Rina was following the draw live and seemed to be happy that she was performing in the 2nd half but nervous as to her final placement. A couple of hours later, in the early hours of the morning, it was announced that Rina would be performing in 16th position - after Carrelie and before South Alezia. Would Rina find success performing in 16th? We will have to find out...


She didn't want the performance to be extravagant. Rina wanted to go for a simple performance with a couple of dancers and some cool graphics behind her and she would be mint. "I can't believe I am next" she muttered under her breath as the song from Carrelie got under way. She, at the time, was doing her vocal warm-ups to make sure that her voice was ready for her performance. She wasn't singing any crazy notes where she would need most of her vocal cords but she wanted to make sure that she was alright. As the song by Carrelie finished and they moved off the stage, it was now time for Rina to grace it. On the stage was her and a few dancers locked off in a small room which would make the colours from the strobes pop. The audience after the postcard cheered before the stage turned to darkness. As the first notes of the song played out, Rina was alone on the stage with the camera slowly focusing on her. Strobes were flashing between blue and red as she slowly made her way to face the camera face-to-face.

The hate in your eyes, I hadn't seen before
The way you raised your voice, frightened me
Saw a different side to you I'd rather forget
All because I called you out,
All 'cuz you got caught.


As she sang the chorus, the camera was rather constant, staying in one position and only slowly zooming out very slowly but not by much. Rina always kept eye contact with the camera throughout this section. She moved to the chorus section, the one which she sings herself. The flashing alternating strobes stopped before a much further away shot was seen, with lights from the back end of the stage trailing its way from the top of the stage to the bottom. Dancers appeared from behind the little room that she was as Rina jumped forwards, allowing there to be space for the dancers behind her.

Another night by myself, alone in bed,
I am assuming this love we got is dead.
Walked out the door with words unsaid, no
Didn't mean for this all to end.
Another night by myself, another night I regret

Another night by myself, alone in bed,
I am assuming this love we got is dead.
Walked out the door with words unsaid,
Didn't mean for this all to end.
Another night without you, all by myself

Another night, another night


As the robotic sounds started singing the chorus, Rina and her dancers started dancing in unison with one another while being blacked out so you could only see the silhouettes of her and her dancers, a similar effect to this one but imagine there are more people on the stage copying her. They continued dancing together for the duration of the chorus, with the lights blindly flashing to white very temporarily at moments, with the camera interacting this with very quick close up shots. At the end of the chorus, her and her dancers did something similar to this with Rina getting on a lower level, only to be caught by a camera looking up at her.

You make me feel like I was in the wrong,
I'm not the one who made the mistake.
Willing to forgive, forget and move on,
But only if you own up to what you have done.

Another night by myself, alone in bed,
I am assuming this love we got is dead.
Walked out the door with words unsaid, no
Didn't mean for this all to end.
Another night by myself, another night I regret


She was singing into this camera now, reaching out to touch with the camera and also lowkey flirting with it too - flashing her eyelashes and whatnot as she made her way through the chorus. There was a shot that was further away from where Rina was surrounded by the dancers who were touching every orifice of her body, pulling her from side to side during the chorus section leading into the robotic voice. The lights followed a similar format to how it was before.

Another night by myself, alone in bed,
I am assuming this love we got is dead.
Walked out the door with words unsaid,
Didn't mean for this all to end. (and)
Another night without you, all by myself

Another night, a night


Oooh, a night I'd rather forget
Oooh, a night I'd rather forget
Another night by myself, alone in bed,
I am assuming this love we got is dead.
Walked out the door with words unsaid, no
Didn't mean for this all to end.
Another night by myself, another night I regret

Another night by myself (Another night by myself)
Another night I regret


At the end of the song, she bowed and thanked the audience before moving off the stage, ready for the next act from South Alezia.
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Postby Axuva » Sun Mar 07, 2021 4:44 pm

XX. Axuva
"On My Own" - Rina Cho

Language(s): Korean, English
Lyrics: Rina Cho
Music: Delgeon, Vladimir Dae
Tune: https://youtu.be/4SmQKiM3hbM


All I know is that I was a fool
To not recognize who you really are
이제 나는 알아 selfish ruth (now I know the selfish truth)
그래서 지금 나는 On my own ( So now I am on my own)



It used to be til death due us part
But now I’m saying goodbye, Only got me myself and I
It’s like you never cared about my feelings at all
그래서 지금 나는 On my own ( So now I am on my own)


Now that I know the truth
너와 나 just won’t do (me and you just won’t do)
눈물이 나도 (even if)
Tears fall from my eyes


나는 뛸거야 away from you (I will run)
I shared my world with you
하지만 지금은 On my own ( But now I am on my own)


You said we would be together for life
Walk down the aisle
Our love would strive
하지만 너는 그 반대를 보여 줬어 (But you showed me the opposite so)
하지만 지금은 On my own ( But now I am on my own)



Now that I know the truth
너와 나 just won’t do (me and you just won’t do)
눈물이 나도 (even if)
Tears fall from my eyes


나는 뛸거야 away from you (I will run)
I shared my world with you
하지만 지금은 On my own ( But now I am on my own)


(Know the truth..)
Know the truth
(Know...)


Now that I know the truth
너와 나 just won’t do (me and you just won’t do)
눈물이 나도 (even if)
Tears fall from my eyes

나는 뛸거야 away from you (I will run)
I shared my world with you
하지만 지금은 On my own ( But now I am on my own)


Now that I know the truth
너와 나 just won’t do (me and you just won’t do)
눈물이 나도 (even if)
Tears fall from my eyes

나는 뛸거야 away from you (I will run)
I shared my world with you
하지만 지금은 On my own ( But now I am on my own
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Axuva Today Network [ATN] Today we announce that the Axuvian Government now recognizes The Russian Language as an Official Language, Korean and English were spoken in the beginning, but there were Russians too, russians were forgotten and their language were not recognized due to the things they did in the past, but now their language is a official language of Axuva, and there will now be 3 official languages instead of two.


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