68th World Hit Festival|Santa Ana, Achaean Rep,|IC Thread

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:17 pm

OOC THREAD | DRAFT THREAD | PLAYLIST

POSTCARD | ENTRY | VOTING

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:19 pm

Viewers could see a cold open with a fading-in black screen. A cock was crowing on the background. They were transported to the sloshing sounds of the beach clashing along the rocks, its foamy waves turning into nothing and bringing in more sand and debris and little rocks that bristled and gnashed into the faint rays of the sun. It was a beautiful sight, the one we were to witness—the Sun, slowly waking up from its slumber, once again giving itself into brightness. It was waking up and glistening its hello to the world, and moreover to the city of Santa Ana—the Sultan of the West, the Queen of the Sun, where over 275 days were crowded in the near extreme of the Achaean mainland.

The logo would suddenly appear:

Then, cameras would show random scenes of people running out and about in Santa Ana. There was a woman opening her small colmado in a corner of a humble barrio in the outskirts, awaiting her clients who wanted to buy (or hold on credit) while a few old men were outside drinking maltas and eating frituras made by two old ladies in another corner, playing dominoes on a plastic table and arguing about whatever else happened during the day. It was a nice day to play with friends—it always is in Santa Ana. In another picture, viewers were transported to see men and women wearing bikinis and swim shorts or swim trunks in one of the popular beaches, where people were parking their sombrillas and the surfers were catching waves, where people were selling lockets and lockers where people could safely park their cash while swimming in the beach. There were so many bodies, so many children playing in the sand and making sand castles while others were enjoying beer and hot piping pinchos coming from the popular grillers around the city. It was always a beautiful day to go to the beach in Santa Ana.

Then viewers were taken to the main plaza in Santa Ana’s Historical District, where one could observe the colonial Creole and Neoclassical buildings that decorated the Spanish-Portuguese city before independence and the massive Cathedral in honor of Saint Anne, the city’s saint, was dedicated. An old man was carrying a small cart filled with helados while the kids were playing an improvised game of volleyball with a hammock and stopped so they could buy some ice creams in cups or cones. Coconut, passion fruit, pineapple, acerola, and other delicious flavors many Achaeans know and love.

Another scene featured students, professors and other employees walking through the legendary portico of the University of Zacatecas, Western Achaea’s largest university and a reference for engineering and the sciences in the Caribbean. Students could be seen studying, high-fiving each other, texting and gossiping or complaining about their studies. There was a group playing Magic: The Gathering on the grounds while eating the legendary Zaca-dogs, hot dogs filled with relish, sauerkraut, ground meat, mayoketchup, and French fries that many remember from the university and travel once and around the country to have them. Close to the university, there was Avenida Bahoruco, the city’s major college party spot/gayborhood where people would hang out, have drinks, dance, and have some fun. Two of the guys we saw before were a couple, kissing each other passionately in the street while their friends urged them to hurry up so they wouldn’t miss a happy hour special filled with cheap 3 corcino beers and chicken wing specials.

In another scene, the beauty of the city’s parks and countryside were reflected. It was interesting for the cameras to register Santanenses going about their lives, clinging to their purses and having a nice coffee with arepas and cheese near the cafes and walking across the Parque Central which delights many near the Historical District, which—you wouldn’t believe!—became a ground for slaves, and then a battleground for independence, and then another slave ground, an execution place, and now a public park that was designed to wash away the remnants of war in a now-(mostly) peaceful city. It is a nice play to relax and unwind in the busy city, and for many a nice escape from the hustle and bustle of modern chaotic Achaean life. All of it blessed by the beautiful sun in mid-day.

A woman was enjoying a relaxing spa day, treating herself with luxury accommodations at one of Santa Ana’s largest and most popular hotels exquisite with decadence and elegance. Serving modern Achaean staples with an European, Asian, or even (North) American twist, these hotels near the beach and the Port of Santa Ana served as stark reminders of the city’s position in the confluence of the Atlantic Ocean and Caribbean Sea, garnering lots of critical praise and attention for their dedications. Achaeans are hospitable in their own way—loud and rambunctious; tender and caring; intense and passionate; careful and careless. There were many complexities surrounding the Achaean experience, summarized by the adage “Acaya no es pa’ los débiles.” Achaea is not for the weak. In no other place one can find luxury and decadence living with humility and poverty, with one of the largest barriadas of Santa Ana, one where people rise above their station and many appropriate the urban rhythms, rap, trap, funk, reggaeton, dembow, to express the harshness of life and create a completely new rhythm of its own.

As the sun started to set, a rapid pace of the traffic in many parts of the city began to trickle. People driving, commuting by bus, bike, even scooters, walking rapidly to get their daily exercise while heading out to the bar, the library, or the coffeehouse located in between—especially for those chaotic students. Then, the streetlights turn on, the Christmas lights brighten the city in the evening (keep in mind this was filmed during the relatively lengthy Christmas season), where many Santanenses enjoy a nice evening stroll and hang out with friends, party, eat on some delicious frituras or let the beer flow with some more greasy picaderas that lighten the soul but not the stomach. The sun was slowly dimming its light and being replaced by the light of the moon, but the moon never shines on its own; it needs the power of the sun to shine on its own. But that never stops the city-dwellers into having fun.

Santa Ana at night has open-air concerts, wicked brews, people dancing and noshing and having a good time while enjoying the very last rays of the sun to draw in the day. There was still, however, a small contingent on getting into the Hilton-Tamaná Convention Center, where many fans from different countries were taking pictures, smiling, clapping, cheering, kissing, and waving their flags as they entered the venue. It glistened and shined bright as if the sun were shining atop it, with a bird’s eye view of the Caribbean Sea and Playa Azul, one of the city’s most beautiful beaches, not so far away. It was time to relax, enjoy, and have fun in the competition.

The World Hit Festival has once again arrived in the Achaean Republic.

The cheering crowds, twelve thousand paying fans and even thousands more on various public viewings around the city and across the country, were present on a very warm winter night (whatever winter meant in the Caribbean) cheering on their favorite performers, singing, clapping, dancing, and enjoying the tropical vibes of the Santa Ana show. (Yet unseen from the cameras, the artists were relaxing on a green room-cum-press center adjacent to the main stage, having some delicious Achaean piscolavis and frituras while sipping on some champagne or wine or rum (hopefully not the illegal moonshine that was known to slip up on many an occasion!), or soda and juice and other refreshments. They were indulged with delicious lechon and alcapurrias or pastelillos de casaba, turnovers made with cassava or manioc flour and filled with savory fillings like cheese, ground meat, and shrimp. There was tension in the air, but there was still an opportunity for a fiesta the Achaeans were known to throw out. It was their time to shine, so might as well make it count.

The audience waved at the camera, taking pictures, trying to quickly call their mothers so they can quickly turn on their TV sets and grab the attention for three full seconds, Snapping, chatting, WhatsApping, Instagramming, Twittering, and doing all the other things people do nowadays to get some online engagement and (trying to) look cool about it. Others were dancing and waving to each other. There were a few couples here and there enjoying a bit of lingual action on the sidelines, trying to take advantage of the low lights on the screen to get some lip-locking action. Still, there was a lady who became a rapid meme for smuggling a big pot of arroz con pollo from security and was giving out plates with her sons and daughters and husband and nephews and nieces while dancing at the same time. For many unaccustomed to the Achaean lifestyle, these scenes would seem too raw, too chaotic, too extra and unnecessary. But for others, this was the beauty of enjoying the Achaean nation and its culture. They were hospitable, charitable, intense, raunchy, excessive, friendly, and willing to help each other in need, more so if they are willing to enjoy a fine party later. This is the same passion that drew Nessa Navarro, the newest prodigal daughter, to represent her mother’s nation and ancestral homeland into the Achaean Republic’s third victory in the performance and brining the contest to the fueguero nation once again.

Speaking about her…

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:21 pm

She used to go to the convention center whenever they had those anime conventions where B-rated guest stars would come over and take pictures with fans for hefty prices. It was very weird to peruse the halls where the contest would be held, the same ones she ran over and over whenever the hockey team used to play any of the other gringo tracts—as long as a riot wouldn’t happen between rivals. She went to many school fairs and graduations, weddings, baptisms, bar mitzvahs, and the like. It brought her so many memories. But now she foolishly chose to be here again as the representative of her mother’s nation, a country she somewhat had tangential relations with but managed to give her the chance of a lifetime, the opportunity to shine. Now, she was in Santa Ana, a city she only heard of once or twice while passing over to the beaches with her mother while she was young on her way to Puerto Ámbar, to perform for a hometown crew. It was chock full of people, probably even more than the ones in Playa de Rocas. How many cities were in the crowd? Those from Corola. Those from Candelaria. Those from Rosario. Those from Puerto Ámbar, or the Federal District, or Cardenalicia or Ensenada or Cuenca or from elsewhere in the island country. (Is it weird that they always refer to Achaea as if it were one island nation, when it’s an archipelago with two main nations?). She was here, now, in the moment, and now it was time to enjoy it with her hometown crowd.

The stage was long and expensive, laden with LED screens that provided a 3D-style design that compared unlike the . The audience crammed into the crowded arena, cheering for the Achaean entry, more so because she was one of their own. Some were miffed, of course, that one of theirs would go and stab them in the back with a performance, but that was a bit of the boos of contrarians and marauders looking to ruin someone’s day. But she still was one of her own. It was quite unusual: there is always an interesting cultural exchange between Elejamians and the rest of Latin America. Despite most Spanish-speaking Elejamians coming from the Iberian Peninsula, a small generation of espotros from the Latin American colonies—Mexicans, Venezuelans, Argentineans, Colombians—were changing up the status quo and engaged with the movers and shakers to bring more warmth and flavor to Elejamian culture. Achaeans were one of them.

Instead of the twinkling of lights in the screen-less stage of Playa de Rocas, creating a faint silhouette in the shadow, no expense was spared to use a groovy lava-lamp effect, with the LED screens above, below, and surrounding her switching from pink to green to orange-and-brown, the latter a much more prescient image of the edition’s artwork and color scheme. She was not one to toy with her feminine wiles, even though the silhouette managed to leave a distinct, curvy figure beside her. The lights glistened into a faint tone of white—not white enough that would distract the audience and send them flashing back to a hospital, not white enough that can cause a seizure or an accident. But it was a slight tone of off-white that the delegation embraced with a few streaks of blue and aquamarine and mint green for the performance. She wore a gray boina coiffed over her curly green hair—the natural consequence of using lots of Mega Hair slightly running over the caked-on lights—with a poplin-striped shirt the Achaean delegation got for her in Forever 21 (she would never wear anything from Forever 21!) with the mangas rolled back and that pouty look on her face, the same one she did whenever something never went her way. But she was allowed to wear her trusted old black combat boots, the ones that were at least a size-and-a-half bigger than what she usually wore but became a heirloom from her abuelo that passed away a year or two ago. Her arm had lots of random tattoos, for she was a random person and warned her parents that she would disappoint them as soon as she were eighteen, gifting herself with a heart tattoo and a bumblebee tattoo and a pitbull tattoo and a butterfly tattoo on the lower back. Pity that her Forever 21 dress wouldn’t allow her to show it.

As the song began, the panned camera boomed above her frame and then titled towards her angle. An unnamed violinist started playing from the (pre-recorded) strings. On another side, she was standing on a hanging microphone to the viewer’s right, standing a side (one can hope it was her good side) and trying to side eye the audience. It was an awkward position to be in, as she couldn’t directly face the audience and had not much to do or say except waddle her arms and pout. And pouting was already forbidden by the delegation. Oh, well—there was only so much she could do, and complaining about it will be pointless. Much less when there was a camera trouncing at her face.

Fervor rising, I’m so lost but I’m free
Scared and lonely, I will rest on a tree
Complicated, only three stars aligned
Left for dead—but alive, I see!

Switching from English to Spanish wasn’t as complicated as she thought it would be—when singing at least. She used to do it all the time when she lived with her friends and family in Playa de Rocas. “Pásame the jamón, please!” “Déjame show you what mi tía compró…” “Suelta un poco de esos motors and let’s have a fiesta!” These mangled phrases made no sense, not even by the strict linguistic standards imposed by the Elejamian Academy of the Spanish language, which barely tried to keep its legacy as a moribund, yet neutral arbiter of the Spanish language. But she never managed to do it while singing. If she sang in English, she kept it in English. If she sang in Spanish, she kept it in Spanish. However, it made sense in her head, and hopefully in the long run to the Multiversal audience watching in Playa de Rocas and at home in Achaea and at the Multiversal audience at their own homes. It shouldn’t be as much of a controversy as people make it seem to be. And one can only hope that would be enough.

Yo soy ajena a tus sueños, inmenso mundo
Trágicas memorias hacen ver un segundo
Supersónico en él, sonidos por doquier
Tan loco e inmundo

TV viewer’s left to the TV viewer’s right causing faint flashes of shadows behind Vanessa. They were quite powerful and distracting, she mentally muttered to herself; luckily they didn’t do much to distract her from the performance. It was hard, however, not to look at them directly, more so when she certainly knew that so many friends and family and haters would be watching her fail—erm, I mean, perform on stage. She believed herself to be quite witty and rambunctious when need be, always answering questions with a straight face that could break a smile or turn a wry chuckle when needed. She could put on some charisma when needed. Just dial it down a bit tonight; she had a contest to win. Maybe.

Supersonic
More than enough I’m lonely and soundless
Speechless and alone that’s all I’m wanting
Dame un pedazo de tu boca
Corazón

Supersonic
More than enough I’m lonely and soundless
Speechless and alone that’s all I’m wanting
Dame un pedazo de tu boca
Corazón

One of the handheld cameras struck closely to her face, circling her head and framing around her body. One could see how the lights behind her changed patterns from bone-white arrows to a form of pixelated “waves” or “circles” that began as small pricks on the background to a circular explosion that took most of the stage. Nessa was standing in the back, arms tied by her hands, awkward posture, streaks of dark hair shining over the uncomfortable lights, she wanted to sing. In and out of her mind, she wanted to have a quick chat with Lucía Beltrán when all was over to ask her if she preferred living in Elejamie or staying in Achaea—nope, gotta keep sticking to the song! Too much was at stake (or so they told her) if she lost her focus. No pressure, of course, but she didn’t need that.

Bésame, aún beso tu virtud
Me hace bien estar contigo en la luz
¿Cúanto dejaré sentir tu frenesí?
Never felt that someone love me just for me

And there was the chorus. The stakes were high—or so they tried to make her feel. Making her feel pressure was kind of a worthless exercise. She’d just shrug things out and walk it off, no questions asked, no further remorse. She always tried to play off herself as someone too cool to care, pointed and spicy, as if nothing else mattered in the world—and it really didn’t. But self-imposed stoicism had a limit, and she closely reached it every time she was singing the song. Not because she had any fears to burn through, but because she was trying so hard to hide from them. Now she had to sing them in Spanish.

Yo soy ajena a tus sueños, inmenso mundo
Trágicas memorias hacen ver un segundo
Supersónico en él, sonidos por doquier
Tan loco e inmundo

TV viewer’s left to the TV viewer’s right causing faint flashes of shadows behind Vanessa. They were quite powerful and distracting, she mentally muttered to herself; luckily they didn’t do much to distract her from the performance. It was hard, however, not to look at them directly, more so when she certainly knew that so many friends and family and haters would be watching her fail—erm, I mean, perform on stage. She believed herself to be quite witty and rambunctious when need be, always answering questions with a straight face that could break a smile or turn a wry chuckle when needed. She could put on some charisma when needed. Just dial it down a bit tonight; she had a contest to win. Maybe.

Supersonic
More than enough I’m lonely and soundless
Speechless and alone that’s all I’m wanting
Dame un pedazo de tu boca
Corazón

Supersonic
More than enough I’m lonely and soundless
Speechless and alone that’s all I’m wanting
Dame un pedazo de tu boca
Corazón

Once again, there was a chorus. This time, there weren’t as much stakes imposed by the Achaean delegation—and those brought upon by Vanessa herself—so she could feel more welcome to slack off and have fun. Fun. Fun! That was kinda missing in Playa de Rocas. She loved going back to her first hometown, yeah, but not in a plan to compete for the sake of competing! Winning was kind of a bonus, and making her feel pressure was kind of a worthless exercise. She’d just shrug things out and walk it off, no questions asked, no further remorse. She always tried to play off herself as someone too cool to care, pointed and spicy, as if nothing else mattered in the world—but it did terrify her to lose. She never wanted to lose face in front of her father, and mother, and friends, and family, and that high school crush she never got over that moved to Britonisea and never texted her back. Her self-imposed stoicism had a limit she refused to cross—or barely attempt to wring over in her desires—, and she closely reached it every time she was singing the song. Not because she had any fears to burn through, but because she was trying so hard to hide from them.

Now, an over-the-shoulder image showing her small Maltese cross tattoo (she got it on a graduation holiday trip with her friends to Malta) and another small coqui brandished on her left shoulder. The camera attempted to circle back, and viewers could see the richness of the light patterns that attempted to be captivating the audience. Her eyes, half-open, half-closed as always, fostered a unique sense of intimacy she could not quite capture in words. Maybe she didn’t need to. Maybe she hoped. It was always too hard to tell with her.

Yo soy ajena a tus sueños, inmenso mundo
Trágicas memorias hacen ver un segundo
Supersónico en él, sonidos por doquier
Tan loco e inmundo

Behind her, the wide pan of the camera, followed by a tilt (tilt, tilt, tilt) showed the gleaming stage once more, this time with a twinkling array of lights and the arrow-like patterns in successive waves, gleaming with at least a yellow or golden light flashing at random points. In a clever array of camera tricks, she extended her arms as the “waves” behind her would pan to the TV viewer’s left and to the TV viewer’s right, causing faint flashes of shadows, this time with faint yellow hews, behind Vanessa. At first, they became quite distracting; in time, she became used to it. They began to distract her from the performance, but she managed to make it work. That’s something with her: she moaned when she had to, but stopped when she couldn’t. It was still hard to try to look at the audience in front of her awkwardly angled on her sides, especially when they were cheering (or jeering? Who would dare do that to her!?) and she couldn’t see. There were a few flags waving and many crowds, but it was too hard to tell. Oh well, she had to make it work. Maybe.

Supersonic
More than enough I’m lonely and soundless
Speechless and alone that’s all I’m wanting
Dame un pedazo de tu boca
Corazón

Supersonic
More than enough I’m lonely and soundless
Speechless and alone that’s all I’m wanting
Dame un pedazo de tu boca
Corazón

She was moving her head, shaking noddingly from side to side as the song left to an end. She silently hummed the last parts of the song to herself, keeping her actions nice and taut. She grabbed the microphone by its head and slowly tilted it. Another panned camera showed the audience waving their flags, in particular the hometown Achaeans cheering for her and encouraging her. She waved to the crowd and said, “¡Muchas gracias, Santa Ana! ¡Muchas gracias, Acaya! ¡Fueguero, carajo!” Only this time, though, she said it with the “th” sound like the Spaniards she grew up with, making it sound more like “Gra-thee-as” instead of the “Gra-see-as” she was accustomed to in the country.

Only this time, she wasn’t done. “¡Falta algo más, Acaya! We’re not done yet!” she said while keeping her Coventry accent in English, though unintentionally softening it a bit after spending months at a time between her current life in Achaea and the new one she was making in Tampa with her recording company. Now it was time to show she got some moves.

“¡Gracias, Santa Ana! ¡Bienvenidos a Acaya! Welcome to the 68th World Hit Festival! We’re not done yet, people!” She shouted to the crowd that was cheering her on. Let’s see what she could do.

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:24 pm

The music droned from the loudspeakers and the lights surrounding the stage were teeming with psychedelic colors. There were many pinks and yellows and oranges, and those appeared to connect with the auras of the fans around it.

Pide un deseo
De esos tantos, tantos, tantos
Como aquellos besos
Que no dices en aquel cuato
Ven júzgame
Quiero que rompas los pedazos
Entrégame
A la pasión desenfrenado

El amor es un vicio, ay Dios (un vicio, ay Dios)
Cuánto más escondes en mi ombligo (en mi ombligo)
Solo beso yo, ven tócamelo
Sueltan muchos fuegos, tanto quiero yo
Agua, pan, vino, quien me sustentó
La noche aún es joven, qué mas pierdo hoy

What’s the point

Pide un deseo
De esos tantos, tantos, tantos
Como aquellos besos
Que nos dimos en aquel cuarto
Ven júzgame
Quiero que rompas los pedazos
Entrégame
A la pasión desenfrenado

Oh, boy, ¿y esa sonrisa?
La has tenido todo el día
Dedícate a este cuerpo
No hago fracciones todavía

El amor es un vicio, ay Dios (un vicio, ay Dios)
Cuánto más escondes en mi ombligo (en mi ombligo)
Solo beso yo, ven tócamelo
Sueltan muchos fuegos, tanto quiero yo
Agua, pan, vino, quien me sustentó
La noche aún es joven, qué mas pierdo hoy

What’s the point

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:26 pm

ANNOUNCER: Damas y caballeros, bienvenidos al World Hit Festival! Welcome to Santa Ana! Here are your hosts for the evening: Augusto “Y-Jacie” Rodríguez, and Carolina Choi!

The announcer revealed our evening’s hosts: Y-Jacie, a former in two World Hit Festivals, returning as a host in a city near his hometown; and Carolina Choi, the first reining beauty queen to host the competition in her hometown, as well. Y-Jacie wore a mustard yellow beach suit with white sneakers, which gave his quite muscular yet lanky body a bit more of a frame, direction, and guidance. It was an unconventional choice for an evening (and he worried if this would make him look ridiculous on television), but it did highlight the beach-party tonalities the production was going for. Carolina, on the other hand, wore an asymmetrical one-shoulder white dress with white Michael Kors heels that hugged her slim and petite figure, making her look like an elegant K-pop star handing out an award. The two of them crossed their hands and walked towards the long and expansive runway-looking stage, waving to the crowd beside them, in front of them, and also to the Multiverse a TV screen away. It was an exhilarating moment, no matter how much they practiced it like nine times during rehearsals. It was exhilarating.

BOTH: ¡Buenas noches, Multiverso! (The screams from the audience in the arena could be heard across the cameras.)

CAROLINA CHOI: Ka’aru porã, ¡multiverso!

Y-JACIE: Joh-eun jeonyeog-ibnida, meoltibeoseu!

CAROLINA CHOI: Wait: you can speak Korean!?

Y-JACIE: And you can understand Tauí!?

CAROLINA CHOI: Hold up, I think we can do this a bit better. Let’s switch positions…(Both presenters switch sides and attempt to introduce themselves again.) Now, let’s try again.

Y-JACIE: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen all over the Multiverse. Welcome to the 68th World Hit Festival, live from the Sultan of the Sun, in the city of Santa Ana!

CAROLINA CHOI: After eight long editions, the Achaean Republic once again receives this beautiful festival and welcomes you to experience the warmth, the passion, the intensity, and above all, the music!

Y-JACIE: Yes, Caro! Achaeans love the World Hit Festival, and we always love an excuse for a good party!

CAROLINA CHOI: And for that we thank Nessa Navarro who gave us the victory back in Playa de Rocas, Elejamie, who just became Santa Ana’s newest sister city!

Y-JACIE: Un saludo a todos los amigos de Playa de Rocas en Elejamía por un grandioso festival. ¡Gracias! (People clap for the Elejamians, especially those that support the entry in the country.)

CAROLINA CHOI: Thank you, Elejamie! We hope you enjoy the sun!

Y-JACIE: Yes! Here in Achaea, we love the sun. The sun is beautiful. The is magical. The sun is dangerous and we’ve got to treat it carefully. Our lives are surrounded by the light of the sun, and we use it to rise up and rest down.

CAROLINA CHOI: And because of it, we celebrate music with the beauty of the sun! All our contestants have traveled across the country to follow the sun and seize the day! But who will win?

Y-JACIE: Well, Multiverse, that is up to you! You can vote by phone, online at http://www.worldhitfestival.tv, by text message or SMS, through our official World Hit Festival app, or—if your country allows it—WhatsApp. But remember! You cannot vote for your own country, and you can only vote when we tell you to, after the last song has been performed. So don’t vote now, or you may get charged and your vote may not count!

CAROLINA CHOI: Yes! Oh, wait—who’s doing the French translation? (Y-Jacie nods and points out to her.) Oh. Well, hehe, let’s see how that goes! (Exasperated, Carolina gives out a deep sigh, and looks at the cards before the cameras turn into a voiceover.) Vous pouvez voter par téléphone, en ligne sur http://www.worldhitfestival.tv, par SMS ou SMS, via notre application officielle World Hit Festival ou, si votre pays le permet, via WhatsApp. Mais rappelles-toi! Vous ne pouvez pas voter pour votre propre pays, et vous ne pouvez voter que lorsque nous vous le disons, après que la dernière chanson ait été interprétée. Alors ne votez pas maintenant, ou vous pourriez être facturé et votre vote pourrait ne pas compter ! (Sigh) Does that work well, mon cheri ?

Y-JACIE: I am loving it! Well, I guess there’s no more time to waste! It’s time to start the show!

CAROLINA CHOI: Yes, please! Good luck to all our contestants, Buena suerte, and may the 68th World Hit Festival…

BOTH: Begin!

Fireworks were strewn from the edges of the stage and into its perimeter. The cheering crowds were anxiously waiting for the first contestant as both Y-Jacie and Carolina left the stage. Who will it be…?

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:29 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:33 pm

Elena found herself under some pressure once she found out that she would be kicking the night off as the first entry to be performed. As all the last-minute adjustments and preparations were made, Elena found herself just pacing back and forth as the postcard begins. She then ends up on stage where she'll be performing. She takes in one final deep breath as the postcard concludes and she awaits the cue for the song to start. Once she hears it, the performance begins. The stage is adorned in warm, dancing gold hues. Elena is wearing a long, silver dress with shoes to match. With the opening instrumental, Elena nods her head back and forth briefly before beginning to sing.

Rett axte, aguet voçena
Agmentat comon un lial untha
Gom u movemante inxesante
Toth se rett acumulad entréne

Mur me prequi
Quoth menzoni
Que te foth pensar que nel me gostab
Ía xari, et benála
Ai mie corth tú zemás un grancí lana

As she starts singing the opening verse, she starts to walk slowly and make her way forward along the center of the stage. A camera captures her from the lower left-hand side of the stage as she's walking down. It pans as it keeps pace with her, albeit being a few feet ahead of her. The lights being cast down from above end up bouncing off her dress and creating this golden, dazzling illusion the more she moves. Eventually, Elena stops just 3/4s the way from the end of the stage and continues on with the rest of the verse with little effort.

Perthte le camine
Ei disorientad
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas
Que manaira eu murtir
Tante intossicad
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas

Gemame loquo, o alco pehior
Mur ai míe sogne, retif age
Passiro lúo que passiro,
Ie sioph que axo ei lúo meichor

With the commencement of the chorus, the performance begins to pick up in tempo and as such, so does the lighting. Previously casting down golden rays onto the stage, it begins to transition slightly faster strobes with most of the lights toward the back of the stage intermittently fade in and out. Elena starts slowly dancing back and forth, looking out toward the audience. To say the least, an audience this size definitely outmatched anything she could ever book back home. Despite feeling considerably anxious, she began to feel herself get into the groove of things. As she sings the line "Fucá ai tue unthas anperas", she runs her free hand through her hair as she raises it up and lets it slowly fall back down her face, turning slightly to the side.

Mur me prequi
Quoth menzoni
Que te foth pensar que nel me gostab
Ía xari, et benála
Ai mie corth tú zemás un grancí lana

Perthte le camine
Ei disorientad
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas
Que manaira eu murtir
Tante intossicad
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas

Elena makes her way to the front of the stage, the stage lights still strobing in unison. As she continues her performance up front on stage, one singular stage light from above glares down at her. Once again the dress reflects the light as it bounces in all directions. She gets closer to the audience and leans down as she holds her hand out for several members of the audience. As she stands back up, she holds her hand to her chest and begins to turn around as she makes her way center stage, now adorned with a single black chair.

Affortate u miralle
Ía gemaix avé esdú moiç alegthe
Un avene que qüerome
Lúo merite, athór lúo merite

Perthte le camine
Ei disorientad
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas
Que manaira eu murtir
Tante intossicad
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas

Perthte le camine
Ei disorientad (disorientad)
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas
Que manaira eu murtir
Tante intossicad (intossicad)
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas
Fucá ai tue unthas anperas

Elena sings the bridge as she makes her way to the chair. She grabs it and sits down at the opposite direction, resting her arms over the back of the chair. As the final pre chorus begins, the overhead stage lights start to go dim, while the backstage lights directly behind Elena start to become more illuminating. Eventually, just the silhouette of Elena becomes visible in front of a deep, gold glare. As she did earlier in the performance, she begins to mess with her hair as she sings the final, closing lines of the song. Elena had hoped that these gestures and little nuances would help the audience and viewers understand the full meaning of the song. She had no idea if this would resonate, however, and just hoped that she didn't come across as uninspired or unoriginal. The song finally commences as the stage goes black. The audience cheers as the lights come back on and Elena waves out toward the crowd. "Greixas!"

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:34 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:38 pm

Artist Background : Gudo van Loevezijn (born February 21, 1975) is a New Rhodesian lawyer , singer , actor , politician , and satirist who performs comical songs in either New Rhodesian Dutch or New Rhodesian English and often including political themes. As of WHF68 , He is the only sitting politician to ever perform in the World Hit Festival due to him being the incumbent MP for Provo , Afrikanerland Province and was once the Mayor of Provo from 2016 to 2020

Peformance:

The Stage itself is dressed to the Background of Salt Lake City (Similar to the one from the Book of Mormon)

English Commentary from the KBYU - TV Coverage of the 68th World Hit Festival hosted by Josiah Smith :

The Orchestra which will be giving the backing track is being broadcasted live from the Salt Lake Tabernacle back home in Salt Lake City , New Rhodesia . The Video feed required for the orchestra is being provided by the Nationaal Televisie Stichting / National Television Foundation which will be rebroadcasted to participating nations of the 68th edition of the World Hit Festival held here in the Achaean Republic. The Audio is linked up to the Tabernacle Microphone and will be rebroadcasted via Satellite Radio to the Fair and Congresses Pavillion and to participating nations broadcasting the event .

Dutch Commentary from the NTS Coverage of the 68th World Hit Festival hosted by Pieter-Jan Wegmann:
Het orkest dat de achtergrondtrack zal geven, wordt live uitgezonden vanuit de Salt Lake Tabernacle thuis in Salt Lake City, New Rhodesia. De videofeed die nodig is voor het orkest wordt geleverd door de Nationale Televisie Stichting / National Television Foundation, die opnieuw zal worden uitgezonden naar de deelnemende landen van de 68e editie van het World Hit Festival dat hier in de Achaeïsche Republiek wordt gehouden. De audio is gekoppeld aan de tabernakelmicrofoon en wordt via satellietradio opnieuw uitgezonden naar het beurs- en congrespaviljoen en aan deelnemende landen die het evenement uitzenden

The Intro coming from those two stations are also rebroadcasted on the audio feed for nations broadcasting the WHF68 contest

After the intro and Postcard for New Rhodesia's entry appears on screen , It fades into the Orchestra at Temple Square inside the Salt Lake Tabernacle which has a live camera view of Gudo van Loevezijn who unlike the other Singers is a lawyer and politician due to him being the MP of Afrikanerland Province and the Former Mayor of Provo

As the Orchestra begins to play the tune , it switches from the Tabernacle into the camera which pans into Gudo van Loevezijn who wears his usual suit and tie and a lapel pin featuring Brigham Young which by New Rhodesian Law is mandatory to wear for every politician

Ik Vertrek
Met verdriet in de wereld
Alle geluk daar achterlaten
Ik ga wegrichting verdriet

Television Stations Broadcasting the event
other than KBYU TV and NTS 1 are broadcasting the coverage using footage from KBYU TV or NTS with their own presenters
usually broadcasting their own commentary from a makeshift media center in the Tabernacle

The Camera in the Arena turns to the left of Gudo as he begins to sing the second stanza

Ik Vertrek
Tot ziens, mijn vrienden
De Duisternis is gearriveerd
Ik zet mijn leven uit.

at this point , Both KBYU - TV and NTS 1 interrupt the Coverage of the WHF68
so that they can broadcast the Infamous " Ford Bronco " Chase of Former Prime Minister Jon Huntsman Jr. who is trying to evade capture due to him being charged with Improper use of taxpayer money
However other Television stations like KUEN TV and the Stations of the New Rhodesian Independent Television Service (ATV , NRCV , KRO, Border , EO , Redffusion Utah ) still broadcast the coverage of WHF68 using both KBYU and NTS 1's feed on their stations depending on whether they are an English Television Station or a Dutch Television Station

Eventually both KBYU and NTS 1 bring back the coverage a moment before the last two sentences of the second stanza are sung but it is slient and in a box which is below the live footage of the Chase in Salt Lake City

Morgen Als de strijd voorbij is
Ik zal voorgoed leven
Met vrede en democratie
en een fles Miller Lite

The Camera turns back to the front of Gudo as reports come in from KBYU that Former Prime Minister
Jon Huntsman Jr has currently fled New Rhodesia and is on his way to nearby Phoenix in the Arizonan Socialist Republic as the News Chopper follows the jet

NTS 1 however returns to the coverage of Gudo after the reports were shared by KBYU Officals

Ik vertrek
terug te vinden
in de Verenigde Staten
waar hoop en vrijheid bestaats

The Camera turns back to the left of Gudo as he begins to sing this stanza
However the live signal for viewers begins to be a bit iffy due to another satellite interfering with the WHF68 coverage

by the time this stanza was complete , the signal was restored back to normal

Ik Vertrek uit het land
Waar ik een leven heb doorgebracht
als gevangene

The Camera switches this time to the right of Gudo
as some male backup dancers dressed as Joseph Smith and Brigham Young dance behind him
while waving flags of New Rhodesia

Ik vertrek naar de vrijheid
dat is net over de grens
en het is veel beter
dan hier wonen

The Camera switches to a live view of the Salt Lake Tabernacle in Salt Lake City , New Rhodesia
It pans across the Orchestra playing the instrumental part of Ik Vertek

It is the first time that a Bokian Location and a non WHF location is seen in a WHF event

However it accidentally switches to a ground view television Camera pointed towards the Jumbotron in the Tabernacle which is placed in front of the Organ

Ik voel dat als ik dit verlaat
hellhole, ik zal vrij zijn
en blij
Was deze plek maar vrij en gelukkig
Ik zou hier blijven en me geen zorgen maken

It finally switches back to the Front of Gudo who is about to sing the last
stanza

Ik vertrek
Mijn verdriet gaat weg
omdat ik vrijheid heb
en democratie

The Song ends and cheers are heard inside the Fair and Congresses Pavillion
as well as cheers coming from those watching the Live Coverage inside the Tabernacle which itself is also being broadcast by some TV Stations that cannot afford broadcasting rights due to KBYU or NTS only allowing major TV Stations to broadcast the event .

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:38 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:40 pm

ELLA and Aaron Ward: The pair hope to set the stage alight with their intoxicating World Hit Festival 68 performance in the Achaean Republic...

Britonisea returns to the World Hit Festival for the first time in five editions, with pop banger, "Intoxicating" which grew its popularity from the hit BVC series, When The Past Returns...

The last time Britonisea participated in the World Hit Festival, Britonisea finished 9th out of a field of 14. In the minds of BVC, while they weren't holding the role of being the overseeing broadcaster, they didn't feel as though commitment to the Festival was as important. At the 63rd World Hit Festival, Britonisea sent one of its most successful Vha Mehlodhivestoile entries, though it didn't seem to win over the multiverse, with the nation only managing to score a mere 12 points. BVC and Britonisea have been struggling since the turn of the decade. At the 60th World Hit Festival, Britonisea finished with one of their worst placements at the World Hit Festival ever - and hasn't reached the top 3 this decade, a fact that wouldn't have been true during the 40s and 50s. Public interest and the decline of the number of nations participating meant a lack of interest from the broadcaster and even the Britonish population. Nevertheless, with Achaean Republic hosting - a nation that Britonisea does have some ties with, and also the last place Britonisea won the festival, BVC wanted to return to see how well the country would do after taking a long break. When The Past Returns hit screens in seven countries over the Christmas period and in Britonisea the episode in which "intoxicating" was played in full had over 10 million viewers and was the most successful drama show of the year. The song itself then went to chart in Britonisea - making its way to the top 40 a week after it was officially released and then the top 10 after the show was shown on television. It currently sits at number 8. With the song being the official song to represent Britonisea, it's likely that the song will gain more traction. ELLA and Aaron Ward are from Telm City, where When The Past Returns is set, and are friends who met at drama university there. They were approached by BVC specifically, which is an unusual change from normal (usually artists go to the broadcaster) to be the faces of Britonisea's return to the World Hit Festival.

As the music started, there was a slow zoom-in with ELLA standing alone in the middle of the stage. Admittedly, the Britonish broadcaster wasn't too pleased with the staging design for the 68th World Hit Festival and so decided to bring a cyclorama on which they could project different images. As the music began, very fiery tones were shown through the colours on the stage. ELLA herself was wearing a black asymmetric dress, which was made into a rose that sat on her shoulder. The cyclorama had half of an orange spotlight on it so that from afar you could see a semi-circle. A gentle breeze was hitting ELLA's face as the woman stood almost expressionless down the lens of the camera. The audience cheered but simmered down before ELLA moved the microphone to her mouth and started singing her song...

Intoxicating

Miss you when you’re not near me,
Thinking ‘bout you, it’s daily.
Oh I, can’t get you out of mind
It’s the way you the look at me,
My thoughts, so bad, they run free
Oh I, can get ahead of myself

This feeling feels just like a curse,
It feels like it’s never-ending,
I wish that I could run away.

The camera shot did stay still for quite some time we moved to the chorus of the song, with a much wider shot now being used, with two other people appearing on the stage - wearing similar clothing to her. A male on one side of her and a female on the other side, they were both dancing in a semi-dramatic way, but in a way that fits with the theme of the song. Her body, which before this was slightly turned away from the front of the audience, was now front on, as she slightly sways from left to right along with the soft beat of the song. ELLA sang, almost whispering each syllable out of her mouth - sung with such delicacy, with a slight sexual undertone in the way she said every word.

But you’re right there,
Wherever I go, you always appear.
Your voice -
Echoes lustrous thorns deep into my mind.
Ingrained in my thoughts,
Poisoned by your perfect smile,
And it's been like this for a while,
The idea of you is intoxicating.

The thought is intoxicating
The thought is intoxicating

As we moved on to the final lines of the chorus where the vocal parts come in, the camera panned out and backwards, showing the cyclorama and how a large cluster of people seemed to be showing in orange behind her. Plumes of fire shot into the air from either side of the catwalk, with the audience members screaming in delight. ELLA let out a gentle smile as she repeated the last line of the chorus along with the chorus. At the other end of the catwalk, a handsome tall Aaron Ward, looking deep into her eyes. The camera slowly zoomed in on his face, with the fire gently showing in the background. Aaron was also wearing dark colours too, which worked well with the red and orange that was present on the stage.

You think you make me stronger,
But I’m losing myself each time we speak.
(Looking at you makes me weak)
Drowning in the sheer irony,
Gasping for breath - it’s killing me,
And I - can’t take anymore pain.

While the camera was trained on Aaron, ELLA walked her way over to Aaron so that by the time Aaron reached the line, "And I- can't take any more pain", ELLA was also in shot too. There was a shot which moved from one end of the arena to the other end, from the furthest point, with a singular orange spotlight on ELLA and Aaron, the pair of them holding each other's hand - by a couple of fingers, it didn't seem like a convincing embrace whatsoever. As they move onto the pre-chorus and thus the chorus of the song, ELLA moved around Aaron, holding her hand on the top of his shoulders. Aaron pivoted around in the opposite direction so that by the time ELLA moved around his body, she was standing in front of him to the side. In the background, the cyclorama showed pulsating orange flashing while the lights at the back of the stage were flashing white strobe lights all around the stage.

This feeling, feels just like a curse,
It feels like it’s never-ending,
I wish that I could run away.

But you’re right there,
Wherever I go, you always appear.
Your voice -
Echoes lustrous thorns deep into my mind.
Ingrained in my thoughts,
Poisoned by your perfect smile,
And it's been like this for a while,
The idea of you is intoxicating.

As we move onto the second chorus, red and orange burst out onto the stage through the strobe lighting and cyclorama - mixed with beautiful white lights from all corners of the stage. As they went kept on repeating the lines of the song in the next section, the dancers returned on the stage where they started dancing rather maniacally, though there was some form of art to the way they were dancing - it looked organised. The lights flashed powerfully on them, behind the two main singers - with the cameras quickly zooming into the dancers as they moved around the stage cutting to ELLA and Aaron between the shots who had no walked away from one another (about a metre), but still facing each other.

The thought is intoxicating
The thought is intoxicating
(It’s toxic, it’s toxic)
The thought is intoxicating
The thought is intoxicating
(It’s toxic, it’s toxic)

Always right there,
Wherever I go, you always appear.
Your voice - echoes lustrous thorns deep into my mind.
Ingrained in my thoughts,
Poisoned by your perfect smile,
And it's been like this for a while,
The idea of you is intoxicating.

We then moved into the final bridge of the song which plunged the whole stage into darkness once again, with the backlights now gently twinkling alongside low-flying smoke that made the theme a lot different to before. It was dreamy, mesmerising. ELLA and Aaron were lit up in a white spotlight this time instead of orange. The pair of them started walking towards one another again with the cameras switching before the two singers before one central camera joined them in the middle, slowly moving with the pair of them until we reached the chorus once again. They dramatically turned around to red and orange themes on the stage, with fire shooting into the air once again. They both strutted towards the end of the catwalk, singing as they walked with power and sass.

The thought is intoxicating
(It’s toxic, It’s toxic)
The thought is intoxicating
(It’s toxic, It’s toxic)
The thought is intoxicating
(It’s toxic, It’s toxic)
The idea of you is intoxicating.

At the end of the song, they turned to one another, before Aaron fell to his knees, as ELLA placed her heels on his knees. The lights were turned off from their faces, so all you could see was their silhouettes as they were in powerful positions. The Achaeans came back in with a huge roar. The Britons were able to return to the World Hit Festival with what they thought was a good song. While BVC always goes for the win, getting back into the game and getting used to the Festival is their ultimate goal. "Thank you!!" they both shouted before moving off the stage for the next nation.

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:41 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:45 pm

Background : Hello is a 2030 satirical song made by Norwegian South African Singer, Nora Brockstedt . The Song shares the same tune to her 1960 Eurovision Entry , Voi Voi but the song is English and Afrikaans and it makes fun of the Nixon Regime which has ruled America since 1968 . Hello was written in response to the recent attacks on South Africa that happened in December 10 2029

Performance:

The Cape Town Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Enrique Botha begins to play the song , then it shows a woman in a puffy jacket , Behind her there are triangles in the stage that look like Mountains

She Begins to sing as the camera begins to zoom up close to here

The display then shows a live camera feed of Johannesburg

In a small town far from Jo'Burg
Where the culture is stuck in time
In a small town far from Jo'Burg
I noticed a war veteran that can sing

The Camera then begins to switch to the left of her

The Stage Display to the left changes to the American Flag and a picture of Elvis is shown on the right

It sounded like an American tune
Maybe he was trying to imitate Elvis
The guy was selfless and jovial
and he had a great talent

The Camera then Switches back to the front of her like in the beginning
It will remain this way until the fourth stanza

Then I realize what he was singing
It sounded like a really dark song

The Camera switches back to the left and now the stage Display on both sides changes to a picture
Of Earth (or Bok in South Africa‘s universe) on fire with the CIA Flag and a graph that shows a line going down

Hello
Lets Toast the Earth with Esso Oil products and services
Hello
Your debt will increase
'cause you don't any money to spare
Hello
I'm being watched by the CIA for telling the truth

The Display then switches to a live feed of Nora Brockstedt singing in the
Stage but unlike the camera for the Television feed which remains to the
Left of Nora Brockstedt , the Camera is directly in front of her

Hello
They'll come after you
Because you listened to me
Hello
You better heed this warning
to save your soul

The Display Fades into the flag of The Jamesian Republic
On both sides of the stage

Helloo

You've better go to the Jamesians
because they are benevolent folk
Hello
You'd rather live in Victory City
or the State of Ventura
or the State of Ventura

The instrumental break begins with the camera shifting to the Cape Town Philharmonic Orchestra being conducted by Enrique Botha which the camera then pans across the members of the Orchestra
The Camera then switches back to Nora Brockstedt , This time the camera is in front of her and she is singing the Afrikaans part of the song

Hallo
Hulle sal agter jou aan kom
Omdat jy na my geluister het
Hallo
Jy beter ag slaan op hierdie waarskuwing
om jou siel te red

The display is once again back to a live feed of Johannesburg just like
From the beginning

Hallo

Jy moet beter na die Jamesians gaan
want hulle is welwillende mense
Hallo
Jy sal eerder in Victory City woon
of die staat Ventura
of die staat Ventura

The display changes back to the WHF68 logo to allow the next singer to use the display

Hello

The Camera Pans Out from Nora Brockstedt
Who gives a bow to the audience

Cheers are then heard from the audience inside the Pabellón de Ferias y Congresos
with some even waving the 1928 - 1994 Flag of South Africa

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:45 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:49 pm

Background Story

Based on the Fatimanian Movie "Sergeant Martina", Sergeant Martina Losnorova, has been deployed to Iraq in 2004 alongside with other Fatimanians to fight against the Saddam's Ba'athist Regime, in which, she ended up became a Commando who spies on Enemies and also killing them, as well being a Sniper during the War.

The Performance

In the Performance, Female Dancers wearing Army Shirts and Shorts had began to Dance as Alisha, wearing the same Outfit as the Dancers, shows in the Stage and began singing, in which, the dancers in that part had squatted. Alisha was seen wearing Military Lieutenant's Uniform with skirt, Black Stockings and black leather boots.

Práve teraz som tu, bojujem za svoja krajině protié svojiné nepřiateľom,
Chce oklamaťa svojich nepřiateľok, len aby sén žíškal víťazstava ako seržant, a volám sa seržantká martina.
I am here right now, fighting for my country against my enemies,
I want to fool my enemies, just to get my victory as a sergeant, and my name is sergeant martina.

Then, the dancers began to dance again in this part, as well for Alisha.

Som seržant, ktorý bojuje za svoja krajině, kým som v púštáká, bojujém s teroristami a nepřiateľmi,
Pře svoju krajinu ju chránim před akýmkoľvek poškodění, ako mûžem a ako mûžem, a toto je moja pieseň.
I am a Sergeant who fights for my Country while i am in the desert, fighting terrorists and enemies,
For my Country, i am protecting it from any harm as i can and as i could, and this is my song.

Pokračovať v boja!
Ayy!
Pokračovať v boja!
Ayy!
Bojovať!
Ayy!
Pokračovať v boja!
Keep Fighting!
Ayy!
Keep Fighting!
Ayy!
Fighting!
Ayy!
Keep Fighting!

in this part, the dancers suddenly stopped dancing and then squatted for a minute before dancing back.

Som ostřeľovač, ktorý dokážná ľudíe v diaľkě, a zářoveňa byťě v kamufláža na vyšřej budove,
A těžká som špión, ktorý špehuja nepřiateľov, ktorí robina svoje tajné vechod protié našej krajina,
Ale oni něvěděli, že som silná žěna, přetože som malnop roky výčiviku v armáde,
I am a Sniper, who can people in the distance, and being also in a Camouflage on a taller building,
And i am also a Spy, who spies on enemies who are doing their secret stuff against our Country,
But they didn't know that i am a strong woman, because i had years of training in the army,

Som seržant, ktorý bojuje za svoja krajině, kým som v púštáká, bojujém s teroristami a nepřiateľmi,
Pře svoju krajinu ju chránim před akýmkoľvek poškodění, ako mûžem a ako mûžem, a toto je moja pieseň.
I am a Sergeant who fights for my Country while i am in the desert, fighting terrorists and enemies,
For my Country, i am protecting it from any harm as i can and as i could, and this is my song.

Pokračovať v boja!
Ayy!
Pokračovať v boja!
Ayy!
Bojovať!
Ayy!
Pokračovať v boja!
Keep Fighting!
Ayy!
Keep Fighting!
Ayy!
Fighting!
Ayy!
Keep Fighting!

In the Last Part, a Male Dancer in Military General's Uniform has suddenly appeared in the Stage, holding a Mock Pistol and aiming it towards Alisha, who was wearing in a Military Uniform, until Alisha threw it away as to Imitate the Scenes where Sergeant Martina and General Abdul fighting in the last parts of the Movie of the Same Name.

Som seržant, ktorý bojuje za svoja krajině, kým som v púštáká, bojujém s teroristami a nepřiateľmi,
Pře svoju krajinu ju chránim před akýmkoľvek poškodění, ako mûžem a ako mûžem, a toto je moja pieseň.
I am a Sergeant who fights for my Country while i am in the desert, fighting terrorists and enemies,
For my Country, i am protecting it from any harm as i can and as i could, and this is my song.

Pokračovať v boja!
Ayy!
Pokračovať v boja!
Ayy!
Bojovať!
Ayy!
Pokračovať v boja!
Keep Fighting!
Ayy!
Keep Fighting!
Ayy!
Fighting!
Ayy!
Keep Fighting!

Pokračovať v boja!
Keep Fighting!

After the Performance, Alisha has thanked the performance in Russian, Luisitian and English to the audiences; "Спасибо всем! (Thank you everyone!) Děkujém manohokrát! (Thank you so much!) Thanks to all who are in World Hit Festival and in Santa Ana!".

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:50 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:51 pm

WHO ARE VIS?
VIS (lit. WISE) is a electronic music group from Astbeck-Langgate. The group since its inception consists of vocalist Sofie Nyrgarder and producers Ronald Grårulfer and Lars Karlsser. The group is mostly known for being by far the biggest LGBTQ+ act to originate from the country, having performed globally at over 300 pride parades and at over 1200 gay clubs since its founding in 2001. All of the members themselves are also a member of the community: Sofie is a lesbian, while both Ronald and Lars are gay men.

Fun facts!
- Sofie is a member of the Duke of Astbeck-Langgate's extended family, sharing the same great-grandparents on his maternal grandfather's side. In fact, she has the same surname as Marlène Nyrgarder, the Duchess Maternal*.
- In an interview in 2003, when Sofie was asked what her goals were in life, she simply said "Having fun, making good music and getting some good pussy!" This marked the first time the word "pussy" was used on television in Astbeck-Langgate.
- Sofie is known for giving out her number to women she finds attractive at her gigs.
- Ronald and Lars got married on July 1, 2007 at midnight, thereby being the first gay couple to marry in the country.

* The title Duchess Maternal refers to the mother of the Duke if he is not yet married.

THE PERFORMANCE
As the postcard fades and the lights go dark, the music starts playing. Immediately, orange flashes start appearing on the LED screens in time with the music. Sofie, the main vocalist, is stood in the middle of the stage, with four dancers, one in each corner.

Dam dam ba-da-da-da-dam dam
Oh yeah
Dam dam ba-da-da-da-dam dam
Oh yeah

The dancers start doing a vogue-inspired dance. The background changes to a pure orange, with the lyrics periodically appearing in black on top of it. Sofie is still standing there, turning around to face different sections of the audience.

Kand er ditt lif ett litet
Lädenligt og omerksamt
Og stundem kenne allt sig
Så irriteret og gramt

With each line, Sofie moves her hips and shoulders from side to side.

Men des er ängang i life
Ekk’ at misse
Skal ’veggå
Men nu er fyr tåke

Sofie starts dancing along.

Så nem då sjans nu
Mens du ennu knått
Jå, nem då sjans nu
Åfram, ger ditt skot
Du, nem då sjans nu
Fyr dat iveg går
Gå, nem då sjans nu
Gåm vit, note då

Sofie temporarily stops dancing. She looks around at the audience, smiling.

Dam dam ba-da-da-da-dam dam, ba-ra-ra dam dam
Oh yeah
Dam dam ba-da-da-da-dam dam, ba-ra-ra dam dam
Oh yeah

She walks to one of the dancers at the front, and puts her hand on his shoulder.

Sjansen at betre ditt lif
Er djyst fyr dig ihend
Gefe du allt dins
Og alle adrer skul’ åfend’

Sofie spins the dancer around, leading to him spinning all around the stage while still doing his routine. Some laughs from the audience, as well as someone saying "Beyblade-stiglen", can be heard.

Men des er ängang i life
Ekk’ at misse
Skal ’veggå
Men nu er fyr tåke

The dancer stops spinning around, having returned to his original position. She joins the other dancers in the choreo.

Så nem då sjans nu
Mens du ennu knått
Jå, nem då sjans nu
Åfram, ger ditt skot
Du, nem då sjans nu
Fyr dat iveg går
Gå, nem då sjans nu
Gåm vit, note då

Dam dam ba-da-da-da-dam dam, ba-ra-ra dam dam
Oh yeah
Dam dam ba-da-da-da-dam dam, ba-ra-ra dam dam
Oh yeah

Sofie stops dancing, and the dancers go into half speed. She walks back to the center of the podium as the background dims.

Så nem då sjans nu
Så nem då sjans nu

The dancers start slowly speeding up. Sofie starts striking poses to the beat, as the same flashes from the beginning appear, but this time in various colours of the rainbow. She does 8 poses in total.

Oh yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

The stage explodes into colours: the screens now show a rainbow, pyrotechnics go off, the dancers dance at full speed, and Sofie is dancing along with full energy.

Så nem då sjans nu
Mens du ennu knått
Jå, nem då sjans nu
Åfram, ger ditt skot
Du, nem då sjans nu
Fyr dat iveg går
Gå, nem då sjans nu
Oh yeah

Så nem då sjans nu
Mens du ennu knått
Jå, nem då sjans nu
Åfram, ger ditt skot
Du, nem då sjans nu
Fyr dat iveg går
Gå, nem då sjans nu
Gåm vit, note då

Sofie runs up to the front, waving at the audience.

Dam dam ba-da-da-da-dam dam, ba-ra-ra dam dam
Oh yeah

The audience applauds the wonderful act. Sofie shouts: "THANK YOU SO MUCH!", and waves around a bit. Just before the cameras cut away, she can be heard shouting at a member of the audience: "And you with the lesbian flag, I can give you my number after the show". She now quickly leaves the stage to allow the Beepeean act to prepare...

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:52 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 5:54 pm

Shelby Laite awaited nervously backstage. She focused on her breathing, although her heart was racing. For a second her steel blue eyes widened and she thought she might faint, but it was just the usual pre-performance nerves.

She nervously tugged at her long dark hair.

A stage hand gave her a smile, as her eyes caught his. She quickly glanced away and visualised herself onstage. The bright lights, the long stage, the receptive audience.

She smoothed her dress: short, white with sequins and swarovski crystal, hand stiched that would sparkle and gleam under the auditorium lights.

Backstage behind the stage was a hive with activity. Runners heading every which way in a scene of organised chaos. Shelby stood still like a mannequin and let the chaos swirl around her.

The audience however would see nothing but the calm, experienced Carolina Choi introducing the next singer to the stage.

Shelby could hear Ms. Choi's voice echo around the backstage..."Representing Beepee, Shelby Laite with her song "Faster"."

Shelby breathed out expelling all the air in the lungs. Breathed sharply in, screwed in her smile and strode onto the stage.

As she stepped out, the applause was polite.

Shelby made her way to the middle of the long catwalk finding her small mark on the stage and turned to face the stage putting her back to the camera.

The performance begins with Shelby echoing

Go Faster....

before looking round over her shoulder, smiling knowingly, and starting the first stanza.

Crank it up, turn it out
Don't dare stop at the next red
Let it go, don't turn around
Come on, just go straight ahead

Midway through the previous stanza, Shelby whips her head to look over her other shoulder. As the beat gets stronger, Shelby begins to shake through her hips in time to the beat.
Her dress sparkles under the lights and her olive coloured skin makes her dress pop even more.

As the next stanza begins, Shelby turns to face the front of the stage. As she does, each drumbeat seems to reverberate through her body.

Why would you be waiting?
Tell me why would you want to stall?
Can't you feel it racing?
Running faster than a cannonball

As the bridge begins the camera pushes in on Shelby. She throws her free hand above her head in a moment of exuberance.

And before you slow us down
I just need you to know

As the chorus begins, Shelby swings her arm back down and her whole body begins to dance to the beat of the music. It seems to fit the lyrics.

Throughout the chorus, the stage lights flash and wave in himmelblau and magenta. It gives a retro feel to the performance.

You make me wanna go faster
I wanna love at the speed of a heart
I wanna go faster
Til gravity just can't pull us apart
I wanna go faster

Shelby is joined on stage by three male backing dancers. Each of the backing dancers is wearing dark suits and no shirts.

One of the backing dancers get down on all Fours and Shelby sites down the other two backing dancers make a square in front of her. The camera pushes out so that the televiewing audience can see it's a rudimentary car. Shelby sticks her free hand out in front as though she's holding onto some imaginary steering wheel she sways to the sides as the imaginary turns the wheel.

Keep going, don't slow down
Drive right past the edge of town
Close your eyes, hold on tight
Drive 'til we reach the speed of light

As she sings the next stanza, Shelby and her dancers stand two by two, in a square. The backing dancer behind her holds her microphone in front of her as the others put their hands up in the air and sway as if they were on a rollercoaster. Shelby's fave is filled with glee.

If this was a roller coaster
We go faster if we scream louder
And before you slow me down
I really need you to know

Shelby and her backing dancer jog forward along the very long catwalk to the very end. Behind them, geometric lines in mauve and cyan streak along the rear screen, giving an indication of speed and movement. As the chorus comes to an end, Shelby finds herself at the end of the catwalk and just a little out of breath.

You make me wanna go faster
I wanna love at the speed of a heart
I wanna go faster
Til gravity just can't pull us apart
I wanna go faster

(I wanna go faster)

She's grateful for the short pause in the music before the bridge. The three backing dancers stand facing Shelby (one either side and one behind). As the bridge is sung. The dancers then all fall to the floor landing as if they were doing press ups. As they're doing that, shelby is feeling herself.... she's feeling the lyrics and the beat as she runs her hands through her hair and around her face.

Faster than the speed of light
Like love at first sight
Before the day turns into night
Faster than a satellite

The camera pushes in close on Shelbys face. It's glowing as women do, but she's also beaming with excitement and happiness at her performance so far. A wide smile spreads across her face as she continues.

The camera push has another benefit that it allows the backing dancers to get up from the ground and run off stage unnoticed by the televiewing public.

The bright auditorium lights dim a little for the bridge...

And before you slow us down
I just need you to know

As the final chorus begins, Shelby finds herself alone on stage. She's loving every minute and hopes the audience is bopping along with her.

After she sings the first line of the Chorus, fireworks erupt from the side of the stage. There's an audible gasp from the crowd at the sparkling effect.

Shelby, however, keeps on singing, shaking her shoulders in time to the music and smiling.

You make me wanna go faster
I wanna love at the speed of a heart
I wanna go faster
Til gravity just can't pull us apart
I wanna go faster

You make me wanna go faster

I wanna go faster

As the final chorus begins to come to an end, Shelby is fully enveloped in the beat and the song.

The performance is over, and the music and the lighting fades. Shelby is standing alone at the end of the stage. She smiles broadly and waves out at the audience. "MUCHAS GRACIAS SANTA ANA", she yells into the audience, before making her way off stage.

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:06 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:07 pm

Introduction

The 68th World Hit Festival in Playa de Rocas, Elejamie saw the quite coincidentally Aenglish-Elejamian shoegaze band blujaket and their song “Time” place 6th out of 13 countries, with a score of 18 points. The performance was the closer of the night and while the song seemed unpopular amongst people watching the World Hit Festival and the Aenglish fans, the song managed to receive two sets of five points, from StrayaRoos and Norrp, as well as a set of four points from hosts Elejamie. Out of our three previous entries, the song has been pencilled down as Aenglide’s best World Hit Festival performance to date, compared to Aenglide’s 10th place in WHF63, and the 13th place in WHF66.

Artist

The band Forsðaland. From left to right; Lisa Velden; Kristina Kemeää; Sven Kinel and Emma Jölsborg.

The artist that was selected to represent Aenglide in Santa Ana, Achaean Republic is Forsðaland. Forsðaland is a folkpop band that are stereotypically Aenglish as they come, formed in 1998 in Visestuna, in the Nárde Emeigland province in central Aenglide. From left to right, the band consists of four members who are: lead singer and songwriter Lisa Velden; backing vocalist and joiker Kristina Kemeää; traditional jaw harp player Sven Kinel; and violin player and backing vocalist Emma Jölsborg. The band takes their name from the Forsðaland National Park in central Aenglide, a nature-goer’s paradise as the park blends in forests with the alpine environment of the Great Aenglish Mountains that straddle the centre of the country. They named it this because it is a close-by National Park near the town of Visestuna where the band was formed, and their music is traditional Aenglish music infused with contemporary pop, giving the band the natural feel.

Their culture is their pride and means a lot to them. Unlike the majority of Aenglish artists nowadays, the band are from a very rural part of inland Aenglide, where you’ll be slightly more likely to hear traditional Aenglish music and joiking. This is the inner core of the band themselves, and Kristina Kemeää, the lead joiker of the band is half-Hööra. She relates her vocal talent to her culture as joiking is an important part of the Hööra lifestyle. For a small-town band, they have become fairly successful within Aenglide and have had a few charting hits in the past. They sing their songs in a mix of Aenglic and English, but have decided to sing their World Hit Festival entry in English for the song to be understandable to be able to become more popular amongst international viewers.

Song

Cover for the 2022 single “Queen”

Their song “Queen” is their brand new single and song for their World Hit Festival performance, after not having released any music for four years. After being selected for WHF, their new song gave them the spotlight after a long hiatus from the band. People have rated the song well, and it incorporates a fast backing beat along harmonic violin and traditional jaw harp sounds, with some simple schlager-esque lyrics. Admittedly some cheesy lyrics about love, strength, power, and the same reocurring themes of 90% of Forsðaland’s music. An incredibly classic Forsðaland release to say the least.

Performance

After the previous entry comes to a conclusion, the lights inside the Hilton-Tamaná Convention Center turn off, and the arena and stage becomes dark. Forsðaland are ushered on by the Achaean stage crew, and all four of the band members make their way onto the stage, with Sven Kinel carrying his jaw harp in his hand, and Emma Jölsborg with her violin. They take their places, with the lead singer Lisa Velden in the centre of the stage and in front of the rest of the band, with an uneven V-shape amongst the rest of the band members, as Kristina Kemeää and Sven Kinel are on Lisa’s right behind her, and Emma Jölsborg on Lisa’s left behind her.

As soon as the postcard finished showing their visit to a location in the Achaean Republic, the lights in the arena turned on and a spotlight was cast on the stage. All of Forsðaland was revealed, as they appeared to be wearing all white. The three girls wore white dresses, and the one man, Sven, wore a white dress shirt and pants. All matching to reflect a snowy scene in the Forsðaland National Park, which is also reflected in the LED screens behind the band, along with many other types of scenes of the same park. The park has so much differentiating natural beauty, there is a whole performance with endless scenes of clips of footage from the park showing the stunning landscapes of Aenglide.

The music begins to play. Before it, Sven prepares to place the jaw harp in his mouth, and Emma prepares to nest the violin on her shoulder. Both are ready to play their respective instruments, as well as the two main vocalists of the band, Lisa and Kristina. The first verse begins.

Baby, won’t you take my hand
I’ll show you the world
The gift of giving is all for you
The showcase of my love
And you will see
That I can’t forget
Cause your name is written across my heart
You are all I need
You can have it all
Let’s shine brighter than the sun
We are one together
We can’t break apart

The song gets to the chorus, the first of five times in the song when the chorus is sung. All of the band walks in unison slightly forward. Following all of the choruses are large hiatuses where just the instruments are being played, as well as long “na-na-na”s.

I am powerful, I can break walls
Everything I do is for you
From a golden ring, to the world, all you need
I can rule as your queen

The second and last verse begins. There are a mix of camera shots, including shots of all of the Forsðaland members on the stage, as well as occasional pans to the audience, revealing many people with various flags and colours.

We are unbreakable
Can’t knock us down
Even when we start to lose
But we will reign
We will not give up
We’ll continue to grow
We are one together
We can’t break apart

For the end of the performance, the chorus is sung four times with more “na-na-na” parts like last time. In these instrumental parts, there are occasional camera shots of both Sven and Emma playing the jaw harp and violin respectively. Sometimes the cameras show both of them at the same time, in the form of a split screen.

I am powerful, I can break walls
Everything I do is for you
From a golden ring, to the world, all you need
I can rule as your queen
I am powerful, I can break walls
Everything I do is for you
From a golden ring, to the world, all you need
I can rule as your queen
I am powerful, I can break walls
Everything I do is for you
From a golden ring, to the world, all you need
I can rule as your queen
I am powerful, I can break walls
Everything I do is for you
From a golden ring, to the world, all you need
I can rule as your queen

The music finishes, and their performance comes to a conclusion. A spotlight is cast on them as the audience begins to erupt in cheer and support of Forsðaland’s performance and Aenglide. A camera is pointed at the band on stage as lead singer Lisa Velden shows her gratitude to the audience and viewers by saying “Thank you Santa Ana!” Following this, a camera is pointed to a fan in the lower seating with green, blue and white face painting, who is also holding an Aenglish flag. They can be seen cheering and can even be heard. For a final time, cameras are pointed at Forsðaland waving at the audience, before the lights in the arena are turned off and the band is taken away from the stage.

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:08 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:10 pm

She's back.

The Kalosian legend is perhaps one of the few big artists who have become associated more with the World Hit Festival rather than the WorldVision Song Contest. The 62 year old woman made a name for herself as part of a band in the 80s and 90s, and in the mid-2000s decided to pursue a solo career. However, she was still known to tour and perform with band setups. It wasn't until the early-to-mid 2010s where she became more comfortable portrayer herself as a true soloist, performing on stages where she is truly the centre of attention.

And indeed, this shift in direction paid off. In 2016, she made her WHF debut, representing Kalosia at the 25th World Hit Festival in the Sarian. She performed a mid-tempo track "Amiral me" (Amal mi, 'Love me'). And that night, she earned the honour of being the nation's first WHF winning act. Her victory came as both a burden and relief for Radiu-Televižio Kalosia, who were preparing to host the 50th WorldVision Song Contest at the time. A burden because they now had to host the 26th World Hit Festival (although it ended up being a successful low-budget hosting with only 9 entries), and a relief because RTVK no longer had to use up valuable time and energy to select a host entry. Subsequently, a few months later, she represented Kalosia at the WV in Kasin.

Less than a year after her WHF victory, she competed in Festival dële Melodie Kalosiane once again, this time earning a ticket to represent the country at the 32nd World Hit Festival in Harrikes, Euskirribakondara. With the song "L'alba", she came a respectable 5th place in a pool of 16 entries.

But Paóla's WHF involvement doesn't end there. In addition to these entries, she has also announed the nation's votes numerous times (as well as at WorldVision). And when Kalosia last hosted the World Hit Festival (52) at the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic, her 1997 song "Briľal unë luž" was made a central theme in the show's production, as it served as a beacon of hope during the onset of a dark time in modern human history. That show's interval act was a group performance of an English-language version of the song, which was done to raise funds for the fight against the pandemic in affected countries. Paóla made an appearance in the performance, and it was truly a historic and unprecedented moment in WHF history.

But once again, she's back.

Radiu-Televižio Kalosia selected her to participate in the 68th World Hit Festival in Santa Ana, as well as the songwriters who wrote her last WHF entry. As can be expected, this song is a ballad, just like L'alba, and arguably more emotional if not just as. The song, titled "Di novu" (Again) is perhaps a reflection of Paóla's age. Although this is not based on her personal experiences, the themes of this song may be found to be relatable by those as it is told from the perspective of a person whose partner is suffering from dementia. She begs him to "remember, even if you can't", that it was her who loved him boundlessly. She laments that, if things were different, she would be able to dance with him and love him like she used to over the decades.

For the big night, Paóla is wearing a dark red coat dress that, despite her age, makes her appear youthful. It helped that she was particularly agile for a sexagenarian, and was able to move throughout the venue and onto the stage on her own. On top of that, the warm Achaean heat was a much-welcomed change from the cold Kalosian weather around this time of year. A little bit of sun was what she needed.

There she is now, on stage, sitting on a stool right in the middle of the stage, surrounded by nothing else. The ground was shrouded in mist, and the stage lights were largely dimmed. There was a night-blue aura that reflected the cold, distant emotion that one in the song's point-of-view may feel.

As the initial notes of the song were played, a spidercam slowly zoomed in on her from a wide shot.

Oh… san ja
Spetu pëla dešentë dël sol
San ja, san ja
Kë ti amavu senzë limiti
San ja, san ja, san ja
Da miu koru voľu dirë ti…

Now it switched to mid shots. You could see on Paóla's face the pain she feels as she laments over the lyrics of the song.

Se avisë una altrë vitë
Se pošesë amarë ti ankorë
Baľere finu a matinë
Ja kon ti, sin unë porë

But alas, her voice becomes more emotional as the music becomes more dramatic.

Pianǧu nia ǧoventudë
Tuto lo vivere di novu
Si, di novu
Si, di novu
Si… oh, se anki mi segi

As the chorus ended, the crowd cheered and the camera switched to another wide shot of the stage. After the brief pause, as we continued back into the verse, Paóla's voice hauntingly echoed across the hall. Later on in this verse, she exclaimed in Kalosian, "it's me, it's me!", channeling the desperation someone may feel as they helplessly watch their loved one slip away into the sands of time.

Oh… san ja
Lë tempu n’a datu noš piéta
San ja, san ja, san ja
Rëkordal, anki se në poši:
San ja, san ja!
N’es la finë, ma ankorë…

And now the verse begins once again. To be frank, the staging of this song is not as dynamic as many may hope, but this is by design. Such a gradual change as the onset of dementia still proves, time and time again, to be more impactful than the most sudden and dramatic of displays. In such emotional grief, stillness is preferred—no, necessary—giving one an environment to hold on to as the life they had once known slowly fades away into their own personal oblivion.

Se avisë una altrë vitë
Se pošesë amarë ti ankorë
Baľere finu a matinë
Ja kon ti, sin unë porë

And indeed, there is not much Paóla can do but lament the youth that she and her lover once had. The close-up camera angles give us the chance to intimately feel such a unique sadness that most viewers are not old enough to know.

Pianǧu nia ǧoventudë
Tuto lo vivere di novu
Si, di novu
Si, di novu

But regardless, in this song Paóla commits. "I will love you again!", she exclaims, in this novel line of an extended chorus below, as if an attempt to buy time. But after one final "si", she relents, making her final offer, "if only you follow me."

Ja amare ti di novu
Si, di novu
Si, di novu
Si… oh, se anki mi segi

Paóla whistles along as the final notes of the song are played, but at this point she knows. All the people around her know. And you, the viewer, can sense it coming too. The audience lightly cheers while others patiently relish the song's final moments. But soon, the Kalosian entry comes to an end.

Paóla receives an ovation as she grins for the first time in these 3 minutes. She stands up and takes a bow. "Thank you," she greets the crowd, "gražia, gracias!"

She leaves the stage to allow the act from Ikslund to set up their performance. Little does anyone know at this point, but she thinks it is time. Soon after all this is over, she will announce her retirement from music.

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:11 pm

by **Achaean Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:12 pm

XX
IKSLUND
Sienna - "Dark Stars"
Language(s): English
Tune: Blanche - City Lights
Entry Specifics
Trigramme: IKS
Lyrics: Ana Skyjek, Sienna
Music: Yara Rekskolter, Sienna, Farra Dansdoter

A new generation of pop artist was being born in Ikslund. In years past, they had been bright and poppy, or avant-garde and strange, more often some toxic mix of the two. While it worked for a strange island nation in the isolated north, it hadn't served them well in any international song competitions. But now ... now there was hope. This next wave was moodier, darker, more mature and grounded. One of this new cohort was Sienna. A relatively minor artist in the movement, she was a consummate performer and had a string of relatively successful singles on the Ikslund charts that gave the internal selection committee some modicum of hope that she would not flop as terribly as some past acts. At the announcement of her selection for participation in the World Hit Festival in the Achaean Republic, the public soon took to the surprisingly charming young starlet. She had an authentic ease to her that came from not being in the spotlight for much of her life, and this saw her touring much of the European talk show circuit in preparation for the competition. The Moors, whose own artist had backed out after the danger of heat in the Republic led to their withdraw upon medical advisement, were livid to be outdone after their last strong showing. But the Ikslunders didn't care, their little colony had a star ready to shine.

The staging was simple, fog machines creating a soft surrounding and the camera close in on Sienna's face for the performance, soft gold makeup with applied rhinestones glittering in soft shades of purple light. Her dress is thin and ethereal, flowing in a slight wind.

I remember the eyes on us
Burning stars when you left our home
Never thought that the night would fall
Brand new colours to blind my eyes

I thought we would be wreathed in the darkest shades
I thought we were free, two thieves in the night
Two hearts in our bright night

Pinpricks of light peek through the dense fog that shifts in hues of purple and pink, resembling cosmic nebulae in the night sky. Sienna does some of that new-age arm choreography around the microphone stand but remains in place as the cameras alternate between sweeping shots of the stage, the crowd, and close ups on her.

I can still hear the sound of us
Waning notes of my morning star
Always thought that the moon would sing
Fading softly on deafened ears

Never thought I’d sing a song of a shattered love
When we touched the stars, the wrath of the dawn
The wrath of the dark dawn

Rays of golden light shine out from behind her, cutting through the dark fog and breaking up the shifting constellations behind her. The light shines through the thin white gauziness of her dress, making her a radiant figure in gold.

Shattered love, shattered dreams, the sky
Tracing scars over my old skin
Leading back where we stole our hearts
Shivering in your burning kiss

I want the night back in our eyes
When it could all be black and white
But now the flaws are all I see

The night and the dawn war behind her in a beautiful explosion of colour, gold and purple and pink, shining stars and rays of golden light. It is a brilliant display that frames her figure, wind billowing her dress into undulating shapes as she finishes out the performance.

I remember the eyes on us
Burning stars when you left our home
Never thought that the night would fall
Brand new colours to blind my eyes

I believe that the stars above
Still exist in a sea of blue
Hidden lights waiting for their time
Shining bright with no need for you
No need for you
No need for you

The stage goes dark and the audience erupts.

68th World Hit Festival|Santa Ana, Achaean Rep,|IC Thread

68th World Hit Festival|Santa Ana, Achaean Rep,|IC Thread

¡Bienvenidos a Santa Ana!

Nessa Navarro-"Supersonic"

Nessa Navarro-"Tanto"

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New Rhodesia: Postcard

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Britonisea: Postcard

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South Africa: Postcard

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Fatiman Federation: Postcard

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Astebck-Langgate: Postcard

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Beepee: Postcard

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