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Postby Beepee » Tue May 14, 2024 5:21 am

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Beepeean Occasional News Corporation
in association with
the Beepeean Government
and the
International Broadcasting Alliance

Presents

The 114th WorldVision Song Contest

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OOC Thread | The Host Bid | The Playlist





"GOOD EVENING WORLD!"

This is Beepee Calling!


And welcome to the 114th Edition of the WorldVision Song Contest, the best song contest in the world, coming to you direct from Chiton, Beepee.

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My name is Tom Fullery, and I am your host.

I'm joined here in the EcoDome by upwards of 36,000 men, if an app on my phone is to believed. Surprisingly, however, no women?

Last year, Saint Monkey hosted and did a wonderful job despite the fact they beat us to the hosting; and, Francesca Tanti won with her song "What More Do You Want From Me?" for Malta Comino Gozo. That was Malta's 700th win, which is about 699 more wins than us. Still, we're not bitter.... much.

Tonight artists from all around the world will be performing songs chosen to represent the 1,600 nations who have signed up, although we'll only actually hear about 25 of them. But, that's just the way it goes.

Now before the contest begins, in each edition, each host nation takes a few moments to highlight their unique culture, and tonight we focus on the one piece of culture that has defined our little nation.... no, not yeast... but music... in particular schlager music.

Now I know, you think schlager music is cheap, nasty, plastic and shallow, which are all words that have been used to describe me, but I'm sure you'll change your mind when you hear our opening number.

Beepee's most successful Songwriter, Mr Otto Tune, has prepared this musical feast. Otto has written the Beepeean Worldvision entrant for about 175 editions, so who better to showcase tonight. The song "Another Music Show" will be performed by Geōrgios Kunz.

Opening Act - "Another Music Show"


The arena lights dim.  An excited, electric energy crackles throughout the arena where  36,000 of the worlds most ardent WorldVision fans wave flags of every nation.

In the dim light, the LED bracelets worn by every attendee begin to pulse in bright rainbow colours.  They pound out to the start off the music... it's a glorious site within the massive EcoDome.

The audience holds their breath as the first ethereal "Oooh aaah" echoes through the EcoDome.  A pounding kaleidoscope of lights beams out from every LED.

Oooh aaah, Oooh aaah
Oooh aaah, Oooh aaah
Oooh aaah, Oooh aaah
Oooh aaah, Oooh aaah

Ooh ahh ooh ahh ohh ahh ooh ahh


It's a cacophony of light, movement and noise.  In the centre of the rhombic stage. Dressed in a bedazzled glitzy sparkly blue jacket is Geōrgios.

He begins to sing:

It's been seventeen editions since we were last the host, ooh, ahh, ooh
And in that time, guess what, you know We've not scored the most, ahh, ooh, ahh


Geōrgios stage presence is magnetic.

The hydraulic platforms on the rhombic stage begin to rise, lifting Geōrgios high in the air above the audience. The screens behind him display some memorable and outlandish images of the "crazy outfits and staging" from past WorldVisions, from giant hamsterwheels, to massive shoulder pads. There are cheers from various sections of the audience as acts their nations are shown on the screen.

As the "hoo hah!" Is sung, the lyrics come on the screen, and the audience yell it out, in an almost deafening roar.

We've got crazy outfits and staging for days
We've got silly lyrics, and most of us are gay,
But we're not like another music show,
hoo, hah!


Geōrgios encourages the audience to clap along.   On the stage, a hundred and fourteen dancers in brightly multicoloured outfits dance and jump along with the music.

As the chorus is sung  the imagery on the screens behind the stage show various nations giving their douze points throughout years...

The joy in the performance is infectious, with even the most stoic of Adabians hoo-haa-ing.

Who, who, who will win?
12 points, then 10 points, and 8 points and so and so on
Who, who, who will win?
Vote for song that you like with the best performance

Be DQ'd like Holland, ho, ho, ho, ho
Our songs wont be forgotten, ha, ha, ha, ha,
All I ask is please don't boo the host

Who, who, who will win?
12 points, then 10 points, and 8 points and so and so on
Who, who, who will win?
Vote for song that you like with the best performance

You can call me "vixen", a-ho, ho, ho, ho
The votes I will be fixin', aha, ha, ha, ha
Yes we're not like another music show


As Geōrgios sings, "The host we have is not as good as Petra Mede, no no way, hoo hah hoo". The curved widescreen displays a montage of charismatic hosts from past WorldVision contests.

When he continues with, "But certainly, he's pleasing on the eye to most of the gays, hoo hah hoo." The camera cuts to Tom Fullery backstage, topless, looking less than pleased (in an overly comedic manner.) There are some wolfwhistles and cheers from the crowd.

The raised platform stage begins to lower, so that Geōrgios can walk to the very front stage.

The host we have is not as good as Petra Mede, no no way, hoo hah hoo
But certainly, he's pleasing on the eye to most of the gays, hoo hah hoo


The audience appears to lovesl the upbeat, carefree atmosphere, and happily they clap along, hoo-hah-ing in full voice, immersed in the infectious, zany, madcap joy of the performance. Geōrgios's confident delivery and the playful staging perfectly capture the essence of WorldVision's spirited celebration, reinforcing our joint message that this show is all about entertainment, fun and unity.

We don't have the issues, we're here for a laugh,
There's no-one getting cancelled, not Eden Golan,
Yes, we're not like another music show, hoo, hah


The performance builds to an unforgettable climax . For the final chorus, all staging elements are at full intensity. The widescreen displays a triumphant montage of previous WorldVision winners and memorable moments. Pyrotechnics and confetti are timed perfectly with the last note of the song as Geōrgios sings:

Who, who, who will win?
12 points, then 10 points, and 8 points and so and so on
Who, who, who will win?
Vote for song that you like with the best performance

You don't have to "grito", ho ho ho ho
Spinning round like Nemo, ha, ha, ha, ha,
All I ask is please don't boo the host

Who, who, who will win?
12 points, then 10 points, and 8 points and so and so on
Who, who, who will win?
Vote for song that you like with the best performance

And when the votes are tallied, ho ho ho ho,
You can't blame Italians, ha ha ha ha
because we're not like another music show.

Hoo haa hoo haa hoo


As the song Ends, the audience's cheers and applause fill the EcoDome, a perfect start to a Beepeean WorldVision Song Contest.




Shortly we will begin hearing the performances of all the competing acts. Remember to make a note of your favourites on the WorldVision App.

Once we've heard all the competing acts, in a short 15 hours from now, we'll turn the voting open to the international juries and then you, the viewing public, but I'll explain more about that later in the show.

The rules of the WorldVision state at the end of this show, we will crown a new winner of the WorldVision Song Contest. However, this edition, as a special treat, well be crowning whomever finishes second...behind Malta... Just for something different.

Let's now, see all our acts in the Parade of Nations.
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Postby Carrelie » Tue May 14, 2024 6:11 am




A TIME OF TUMULT

If there is one thing that is certain about the citizens of Carrelie, it's that they're never completely satisfied with the government. Years of coalitions and compromises have in a way taught them to settle for half, though in a world of increasing divides this is becoming less tenable. As per usual, the STC has come under fire from all fronts - those on the political fringes and even some moderates are now questioning their impartiality (though that's a normal day, really), a lack of engaging programming - what with the end of Café Crypte and the departure of controller Rodolphe Augardes to Radio Douria - coupled with a surprise loss in Eurovision 2024 has caused some to question the cultural value of the institution, and as per usual the present government is seeking to radically transform the nation in an unrealistic plan that will still consume plenty of time and resources that could be better spent elsewhere. So in that way, it's a normal year for the broadcaster.

But in many ways, it's different. Deep within the Carrelian consciousness, a fire has been lit. The nationalist and the communist, once hidden behind the conservative and the liberal, are becoming emboldened to a degree which has not been seen since the aftermath of the Stövände blockade in the 1930s; the police, put in place to protect the people, are now seemingly serving the oligarchs and nobles in Haufenburg and Douria, where they have moved on anti-nobility protestors in scenes of horrific violence; the coalition government of the unpopular Lars Reuter looks set to collapse completely; and left-wing and right-wing rioters are clashing, resulting in tens of preventable deaths. Carrelie is teetering on the edge, and it looks about ready to backslide back into the days of the Einheitsfront. The fear and anger that clouds the air is palpable, the Empress is ever more absent, and it's clear that Carrelie needs a unifying figure now than ever. The only question is - who?


KAROLIEN

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It's a little funny how life has its way of twisting and turning. Karolien was born Karolina Ascher, the only child of two deeply religious parents in the Bible Belt of southern Sorechland in 2002. Her mother was descended from a small-time noble family who were last relevant in 1830 but were allowed to sit with the Lords in the Sorech parliament, and her father was a high-profile figure in the Einheitsfront's youth movement who had been let off with a fine as the government came after ex-Einheitsfront members and collaborators.

While other children grew up outside and attended school, Karolien was left relatively isolated. She went through a cycle of being coddled then hated by her father, and her mother was only a little better. She took solace in the few books she was allowed to keep, the few friends she talked to at mass, and the children's programming of the Evangelischer Rundfunksenderverband. Karolien lived a comfortably uncomfortable life into her adolescence. And then it was all up-ended.

Her father was not long for this world, clearly. He was a solid 20 years older than her mother, and was already struggling by the time she was born. Just after Karolien turned 13, he died of cardiac arrest while at a political meeting with some far-right paramilitary group. While their relationships with him weren't exactly healthy - not by any means - both Karolien and her mother were distraught. Later that year, Karolien discovered what lesbianism was during a trip to the library. Soon after, she'd decided that she was a lesbian. And soon after that, her mother had sent her off to live with her aunt.

It was a strange experience, living with Aunt Maria. She was one of those hippie types who were a little overboard. It wasn't terrible, but it was cold comfort after her mother had cut her off completely. But it was here, in the thriving city of Neu-Ärzburg, where she really honed her musical talent. It was here where she stayed, and it was here where the STC asked her to represent Carrelie at WorldVision 114.


PERFORMANCE


What more, what less?
This old ache inside my heart that’s never been addressed
Don’t know the rest
I’ve never known a person I much more detest
But I’m still feeling the love
Will it ever be enough?
Trying so to free myself before the knife drops

You could shower me in wealth and gold
Make me feel love just to leave me again
You could say I’m being brash and bold
No one else knows why I still wanna be there
I miss you, oh, I miss you
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it
I miss you, oh, I miss you
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it

I'm dead, it seems
When we pass each other it makes you want to scream
So you tune me out
When you told me I was possessed, there was nothing left to shout
You’d already made it clear
I’d already left in fear
Trying so to free myself before the knife drops

You could shower me in wealth and gold
Make me feel love just to leave me again
You could say I’m being brash and bold
No one else knows why I still wanna be there
I miss you, oh, I miss you
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it
I miss you, oh, I miss you
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it

Cease the pounding in my head, come let me sit in the shade
Keep me warm in your bed, and let me play with your braids
I can't quench the storm inside when I look in the mirror
The woman staring back’s still that child of hers
Is that all I am - that child of hers?
Is all I’ll ever be just that child of hers?

You could shower me in wealth and gold
Make me feel love just to leave me again
You could say I’m being brash and bold
No one else knows why I still wanna be there
I miss you, oh, I miss you
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it
I miss you, oh, I miss you
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it
I miss you, oh, I miss you
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it
And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it

And as much as it hurts, I can’t get rid of it
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Postby Hakushiya » Tue May 14, 2024 7:10 am

02 Hakushiya
Ilith Kim - "(really don’t mind you taking) …whatever. (AS LONG AS IT AIN’T MY EVERYTHING)"
Tune: Loreen - "Forever"
IC lyricist: Ilith Kim • IC composers: Ilith Kim, Carly Rhee (The Serene), Aisa Minatozaki (≠HAVE) • IC arrangers: Lynette Jung (The Serene), Olipolis, FuzeMet, Lilkay Got It
IC language: English

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The official single cover art for the Hakushiyan WV114 entry



Prologue, Act I
somewhere on a Friday morning...



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Ilith Kim in a photoshoot for the Milona-based Aromat magazine in April 2024

(insert some background info about the performing soloist here)


Prologue, Act II
...in the evening rush hour of that same day



(insert some background info about how Ilith ended up in WV114 here)


The Main Act


Is it just me or did the roses of us wither so fast?
Is your light trapping me in?
Do you still hold the keys that let me into the gates of your heart?
Or did you throw them away?
Our bracelets of friendship look like they’ve been melting
So I need to let something soak deep in


I don’t care if you take whatever, woah-woah-oh
But it can’t, but it can’t, but it can’t, but it can’t be all of me
I don’t care if you take whatever, woah-woah-oh
But you can’t, but you can’t, but you can’t leave me heartlessly broken
(I don’t care if you take what-)


I don’t care if you take whatever, woah-woah-oh
But it can’t, but it can’t, but it can’t, but it can’t be all of me


I already took back my wings so I could be strong against the winds
You’ll be a moth to my flame, yeah
Our bracelets of friendship look like they’ve been melting
So I need to let something soak deep in


I don’t care if you take whatever, woah-woah-oh
But it can’t, but it can’t, but it can’t, but it can’t be all of me
I don’t care if you take whatever, woah-woah-oh
But you can’t, but you can’t, but you can’t leave me heartlessly broken
(I don’t care if you take what-)


I don’t care if you take whatever, woah-woah-oh
But it can’t, but it can’t, but it can’t, but it can’t be all of me


I just let you take whatever, woah-woah-oh
But you don’t, but you don’t, but you don’t, but you don’t have all of me, all of me
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Hakushiya (MT/PMT) = new main of the player who used to be behind Rhim Flavezztowland

Oreo City 86: 23rd (1st debut as RF)
Peeto 87: 30th (as RF)
Flav City 88: 10th (1st hosting as RF)
Auszer 89: DNF (withdrew)
Avon 90: DNF (withdrew)
Haufenburg 91: 13th (as RF)
Anyme 92: 18th (as RF)
Puerto Ambar 112: 16th (2nd debut as Hakushiya)
Light City 113: TBA



(locks all NS stats in a dungeon | player pronouns: he/they | me on Wattpad | let’s play a music league ^_^)
#eurovision #britpop #asianpop #gachacore


and I~ begin to wonder~
signed, [REDACTED]

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Postby Plangainer » Tue May 14, 2024 9:09 am

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Once again, the nation known for an unreliable participation streak in the WorldVision Song Contest returns after two full skips since the 111th edition had concluded, while yet to remain seen if the broadcaster would urge to keep up this time around knowing that their participation history is still well beyond impressive when looking at the results since their debut — make no mistake that efforts are still there to be made in some shape or form. Matters inside the couped up conference room were mild but still lingered with a smidge of either end of hope and hopelessness, talks were on the table about various efforts and how participation is looked between each of the important reference group responsible for keeping the company invested in the contest, yet not forgetting the massive market share the contest brings to the network as a result and the interest given with families watching the contest by their couch or online. Even if they weren't willing to go just yet, there were still a few holes to poke in the nest to gander at what they could still pull off for a potential victory, but a high placement still wouldn't hurt for maybe a different sort of challenge, nothing really stopped dead at its tracks just yet.

The media fell quiet, coverage was still substantial whenever it was due to arrive and once participation had been (partially) confirmed with uncertainty, nothing came of it until the representative was announced before the media storm caught on in full force, though mild at their own league, a broadcaster of their caliber were being beat by hardcore fans and press media covering each single slip and leak in the broadcaster's wake, legal paperwork weren't enough for people to itch out a whisper or even the tinniest detail that would've been beaten to death for months before falling into irrelevancy, but never the less the name of Stefanie Feliciano had spread across social networks way long before they had confirmed their artist — and met with a surprisingly even response of both positive and rather negative knowing how many more established artists had expressed their wishes to come onto stage if they were called upon, but however dull it may seem, an uninitiated but still regarded face is always welcome to a saturated market of pop and modern dance for a refresher and give the top performing charters a run for their life.

For the first time, Stefanie seemed to be an act who's song was not published by the very participating member but rather an independent indie record label 'OWURA SOUNDS' that had a growing presence since their founding in 2022, whether this was a growing push for more external partnership moves to try and raise the competition for the big leagues or simply a compromise by the guidelines as stated to have been not entirely mandated and with silence from every question as to how the whole legal jargon had gone over and broke a few concrete rules of representing the nation in such a big international contest in their official submission form, various myths stays afloat in the air as everything goes on behind the scenes and the pieces are set in place.




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    "ŽYDROJE"
    Performed By: STEFANIE FELICIANO

    Written by: STEFANIE FELICIANO
    Producing by: STEFANIE FELICIANO, MOTI A

    Mixed By: OWURA SOUNDS, AIM STUDIOS
    Published By: OWURA OWURA SOUNDS

    ➤ Song Runtime: 3 Minutes

    Description:

    To the people who are into songs sung beyond their natural tongue, this piece touches upon a soothing jazz-esque mid-tempo specialty and feels rather out of place compare to
    other songs represented in Plangainer. Žydroje — a song to close your eyes to and let yourself move in the music brings old fashion on the stage with a surprisingly scattered
    message on disorientation and the sunny warmth of euphoria, Stefanie Feliciano alongside writer and singer Moti A helped bring unique colors to the conference table.

    Internally selected by a select few and test group, the song was announced and had surprisingly taken off well within the public sphere but didn't seem to reap the explosive success
    compared to the nations representing predecessors, but maybe the moment for something a little more out-of-the-box was going to act out well for the nation in the grand contest.

    See the music video HERE! - Listen to the song audio HERE!
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STEFANIE FELICIANO
2024

STEFANIE FELICIANO | A JOURNEY

Beyond the thick walls of the padded studio room and beyond the soundproofed windows, the sounds of the city – a hushed murmur of traffic, a faint cacophony of voices, an irregular procession of footsteps yet to find a rhythm – came and went. Inspiration was Stefanie's quicksilver muse, and she couldn't afford to wait for her next motivation to come knocking at her door. Born in Kylemara to a relatively small
family, Stefanie Feliciano was your ordinary child living in a rural but relatively modest community of nearly three thousand souls. Growing up in Kylemara wasn't much different than growing up in a rural town anywhere: you played with children, you fell out with them, you learned alongside them, you went to school with them, you stayed away from the local boys and men with mischief on their minds and the uncouthness and attended the typical after class activities, much to her own parents surprise the decision of taking up music class was an incredibly surprising decision as her childhood mainly drove around arts and crafts and being an absolute creative force that shaped her personality and way of expression. Her love for writing poetry and designing inks and patterns on papers gave her a rather intriguing hand in
writing abstract lyrics, before picking up violin and piano lessons as her two primary instruments.

Her hobbies and activities had changed and grown over the years, as was only natural. What began with the gentle gliding of quill tip over paper had become the shaping of sounds in her head into something tangible; what began with a handful of carefully inked notes in a few colors had become a palette of a hundred tones on paper, strung together with weird avant-garde sounds that would've put everyone off but her, though after several years began to lean and learn her way to understanding and writing more structured songs, ones that were proper compositions instead of experimental hybrids, still with unconventional influences but not entirely eschewing conventionality either. She'd had the luck and blessing of not only having a supportive family – not only was it her parents who first made sure she could play the piano and violin in her early years, but they had also helped her get her feet on the ground financially after graduation when she went to university in Orley. Taking what free time she had to pursue in making connections with other indie musicians and finding out various ways and platforms to upload her own music, everything ran on money and its relation to time. It was expensive to go anywhere or do anything without cash – it cost money to take the train to the next town, it cost money to upload any music she had and tried to make. Even if she made something worth listening to, even if she found a solid musical direction that would hold her together and set her on a path, it cost money to keep it up, and it started to slowly feel like a job just trying to meet those ends.

Orley, a capital of culture and talent not only locally but internationally the same, with constant murmurs of hosting the grand contest every year. Known for its mixture of the conventional and the experimental, traditional and non-traditional, the city of Orley was a dreamscape for the established and the instant association whenever the name of Plangainer had hit a foreigner's ears, before all this it was a journey from the province of Kylemara in the city of Orley, Stefanie Feliciano had somehow managed to make her mark. Her earliest work was simply too avant-garde for the general public and was filled with unintelligible lyrics and little structure; her lyrics weren't really understandable, but there were likeminded individuals regardless and eventually she had grown enough of a loyal following. From indie music fans to fellow aspiring artists, she had managed to have an audience and that was enough for her – she could make money now, and to start driving up the ramp made her look to simply writing your typical casual pop and ballad. There was a moment where she would've found this distasteful, but the bills were being paid in the end.

Five years since she finished her degree and worked mainly as a songwriter, the audience had grown into a comfortable six digit base, and in many ways, it felt comforting knowing there was a steady market. Stefanie still looked back at those earlier days, often thinking of it as "a mess" and "unhinged", though it didn't discourage her; rather, it motivated her to reach new heights. There wasn't much left of the old experimental flair left – still somewhat present, but never taking priority over the conventional side that seemed to appeal, that was until she decided to write her first ever album, with most of her discography being singles that came out twice or thrice a year, with one having a rather smile inducing count into the tens of millions that brought her into the eyes of the press, or eventually into the sights of the individuals in a particular conference room that would end up making a call to knock on her door, a little conversation that ended up becoming a tense silence for three whole weeks before an email would arrive with an offer.

Stefanie would be given a chance to compete in the WorldVision Song Contest, representing not only her small hometown of Kylemara, but the nation itself, and before they could agree with anything,
they wanted to see if Stefanie had anything under her sleeve she might've been willing to pull out. A single meeting and a thorough examination of her catalogs and sound libraries, her online presence and her appearances on podcasts and radio interviews, had the people in the room raising their eyebrows. While there were a number of tracks that had some degree of mainstream appeal, it was evident that she'd written these to garner that reaction – to stay relevant but to bleed in amongst the sheep. They wanted the opposite, to look for the ugly duckling from the swarm of geese and find something truly different. She didn't see it as trouble, but as a challenge and a request that had to be fulfilled.

Days would turn to weeks and then into a month since their conversation, with your occasional check in from the broadcaster in Orley as a reminder that they were still serious about finding an artist who could bring a fresh approach to the competition, she knew it was a matter of time before other names would be plucked into the scope of interest, which was why Stefanie would try to remain as driven as possible to find that perfect song for that perfect moment, but something maybe special for herself would've worked just well enough for her to be happy.

"I just want music to be a little window into the world I live in. And I think music is also a way of observing the world you live in too [...] but music should also be a gateway into other worlds. It should inspire you. I don't like it when my music doesn't make me feel anything when I'm playing it. It makes me think of other people, it makes me think of my friends and it makes me think of my family."

At twenty six years of age, she became more confident in her work and the push to finish a piece with something of hers had finally arrived in the form of her entry for the 114th edition of the WorldVision Song Contest, "Žydroje"





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· ❇ IF NOT A MOMENT ❇ ·


There was a new feeling she never had before, something so unfamiliar it might as well have been alien. Was it hope? Fear? Desperation? Not that she didn't know, she just couldn't believe it. Stefanie had spent the better part of two months putting the final touches on what she had been working on, and if nothing else, it was at least an interesting challenge. It wasn't too much of a departure from her usual sound, though there were some stylistic choices that might make for an odd fit; some people had done them before and worked well with them, and she was no stranger to following suit. A few revisions were done here and there but once time was up to send the track for an official listen, there wasn't anything more she could do than to let the ball fall and pray to whoever would listen for it to bounce right back at her.

It was funny in a sense, being a musician you'd be used to feeling nervous and unsure about how something would turn out. To stand in front of others, to have their eyes on you while you're up there giving it your all, all the while being scared that they might think it's rubbish. Stefanie had done plenty of performances, live shows and so on, but they always felt more informal – some sort of gig with other musicians at a small club, maybe as a backup player there and here, but nothing overtly official as what the contest sometimes asks for. A rather tense feeling would try to snatch at her mind for a bit before she managed to distract herself with something else, a walk to get groceries or simply reading a book, anything really, it was best to keep yourself busy during times like this, trying to get involved with your regular daily activities while also hoping for some good news in your inbox.

But every second after felt like it went on for hours, until she got her confirmation and that they were remarkably happy with how it had come out, though she couldn't exactly share much of anything to anyone else due to her being under contract with them – that contract had been a couple pages long, and her lawyer insisted on taking a day to read through the fine print so there weren't any surprises, a lesson she almost had to learn the hard way once before. Still, getting the official seal of approval and the confirmation of what would become one of her first major releases that was bound to garner plenty of attention, especially if you're representing a country in a globally watched competition; it's an incredible pressure to put onto a young artist, but if she wanted to score a lot more than just one or two side hustles, it was gonna be time to put on some thick boots.

· ❇ GIVE ME WHAT I NEED ❇ ·


Time flies when you're busy, even so when you're working with new faces who smile at every opportunity of work they'd get their hands on. Plangainer's television industry wasn't small by any means, moreso locally a conglomerate with numerous production teams that not only worked with the broadcaster but with other companies and studios who needed that extra push to make a video, easy way to earn buck and one way to build connections that needed eventual repaying. Costumes funnily enough were something that were considered the hardest to execute for the contest, but when you already have a reference to work with or a viable costume sitting idly in your own closet, then whoever was after the incredibly dubious schedule responsible for costume arrangements could breathe a sigh of relief for the extra time they now had ahead of them for other matters.

A vision was growing, but Stefanie was thankful for it to be her element to control and see through. She knew who she was, what she stood for and what her mission was and what the song was about, had it been in the hands of another person she wouldn't know what to do but instead would feel like an absolute liability, if lucky maybe a better preference. It was better to be safe than sorry, better to control what was being broadcasted out into the world at large than to hand it to someone who may or may not have good intentions with what she worked hard on.

Meetings, sleep, meetings, sleep, creative meetings, press junkets, more meetings and conferences and conference calls, meal break and more sleep. Sleep? Stefanie couldn't get that much of it the closer the contest got and the more you've been going to your event planners for this or that thing to ensure it was fine. She had to take frequent naps as often as she could, but it wasn't anything world shattering other than it completely messing with her internal clock and its regular routines. At some points there were drives that kept her up and finished matters way faster than anyone else would've imagined, but no matter how early or late in the night you're up, your internal clock can only do so much to stay on schedule; but the team didn't push too hard to make sure they didn't become exhausted and done in. The idea was to get the ball rolling and ensure Stefanie got everything in place, but more than anything else, make sure she'd be in top shape for the competition.

A week was all the time she had left before bags were being packed and the team kicked up a group chat to keep in touch, with an occasional scare of who was not gonna make the plane or not being a reoccurring scenario that felt more funny than it should have been.

· ❇ I'LL GIVE YOU WHAT I CAN ❇ ·


She laughed waking up and forgetting she was in a completely different country and far away from home, getting adjusted to a brand new environment and locale could take time to get used to – you don't have the same routine, the same routines are hard to find, certain things aren't readily available and at some points that were worse than others, but the tingle on her arms and the rising giggle as she was caught on regular occasions for a selfie or two with a fan or press were one of those very rare moments where reality caught up to her, she was here to make business and to put her name out there.

Stefanie had her phone whisked away by the delegation members who told her that speaking of any odds or watching any reaction videos to her song would end in world apocalypse – one hell of a way to keep the performers from paying too much mind that would either make them feel too egotistical or too hopeless – but there was nothing if not harmless to communicate with people online on social media, though her meaning of harmless was to post cryptic images that would've been nothing other than just there to throw people off and watch how a collective effort turned into a spiraling conspiracy theory, even from one or two other participating contestants who joined in on the bait.

Rehearsals were surprisingly the most amounts of fun that were had, especially watching the stage light up as checks were being done on audio and visuals, learning the cues to ensure the performance went down without a hitch, though there were times where the atmosphere of it all would sometimes weigh on her, sitting by yourself backstage trying to figure out if your clothing was going to be comfortable enough and that you wouldn't have to try and assort any last minute adjustments before stepping foot on stage, a sense of power being in the middle but of course she wasn't here to take over the world, it was a silly little song contest in the end.

Still, when you've had music production as one of your passions for the better part of the past decade, you'd learn that such opportunities are usually a one time deal – either you make the most of it, or you simply just move on and do something else, something she wasn't planning on doing whatever the result, but if she had somehow managed to win it all? Her life would probably be turned upside down, but in a positive way. You could only imagine what it would be like to be the champion, not only because it meant making more music that was gonna be listened to, but finally having a drive to kick up and be your own thing without the need of the constant push for monetary sustenance; still, money wasn't her issue, the contest wasn't made out to be a cash grab. Maybe. Depends on who you ask.

There was a time she'd wish she could actually be as emotionless as she had been before the whole journey began, but the moment they started counting down to showtime there was an insatiable feeling to start smiling or giggling or anything that felt so inherently stupid yet so innate, like some sort of deep satisfaction in seeing herself up on stage with everything all prepared and just a moment away from letting it out for the world to see. There were of course rehearsals where there were errors, a bump in the timing or simply a short that came out during the first minute, but the important part was being able to rehearse again and again until it was right, to make sure everyone knew their cue and not only for themselves but each other. Getting up out of the couch and finally heading out to initiate soundchecks and ensuring the right microphone and in-ear was utilized for her act, there was a tiny little void in her chest, a tiny sting of uncertainty even after everything, but as the postcard played across the screens of the arena, it was time to traverse the somewhat lengthy catwalk and arrive at the middle pathway wearing her dress that was just shy of dragging behind her as she walked, before arriving in the very middle where several stage crews were feverously wiping at the floor and make it look spotless for the camera as she awaited for the cue to aid her in beginning the performance.

And as the arena cascades in a shadow, only the glimmer of phone lights and other light sources scattered about in the sea of strangers and stars, it was time to put her efforts to the test and the nation to the screen.

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As the lights dim to darkness with tiny points of lights dotted in the crowds, the crowd suddenly swells as the muted percussion would fill the arena followed by stars gently peeking out from the shadows on the enormous backing LED screen behind the performer, the catwalk lit by a singular spotlight located just above Stefanie Feliciano, her dress – a sparkling pearlescent gradient of jewels that went from an olive to a more golden orange towards her feet as it draped right around her legs but not overly long enough to drag across the ground – glowing with the occasional glint that helped to exaggerate the regal-esque nature of her apparel as her wrists were decorated by intricate pattern lines with gold shimmering as it slowly went up to her elbow. With her elbows rested by the hips as her arms hung up with their wrists draped with one holding the microphone in hand, the silhouette standing out from a background of a starlit field as a camera was positioned just by the crest of the very stage, a gentle glide and zoom as lights flashed in mute and eased bursts along with the accompanied tune.

Raising the microphone and straightening herself in her stance, she stretched out her hand and pointed somewhere past the point of the camera as she began to sing the first portion of her lyrics, two particular spotlights at each side of her figure switching from one to another in time with the kick of the percussion that would help illuminate more of her form hidden under the gentle shadow.

Ten, Tai Ten
Tyloj, ašaros išsiverkia

Nebereikia laukt
Kad akimirka taptų tinkama

There, Just There
Tears shed in my own silence

You don't have to wait
For their kind grace to befall to you


The camera would cut back to an upper-half shot of Stefanie turning her gaze to the camera with a smile creeping up her now warm-lit face – with an open palm before her – gently swinging it from the front to her side before setting it down as the cameras would cut to more intimate shots with the star-lit field behind her starting to show wisps of fairy-like lights each time the high synth would make presence in the backing tune, as projections cast upon her crystalline jewel-encrusted dress would also help to sell the effect of little stars moving up her figure as a crane camera slowly moved up the moment she moved to sing the second line in the second portion of her first verse, which showed the stage light the borders in a trail of white as the reverberated 'Oh!' echoed across the arena, of which the audience were able to also help emote beyond the clapping that tried to keep in time with the tune with varying amounts of success.

Kur, tai kur, tai kur
Bandyt ieškoti gairių (Oh!)

Neužmiršk tuo kelio
Ir pažvelk, kad jaustum saulės šviesą

Where, then where, then where
Do we look on for guidance (Oh!)

Let's not lose our good ways
And look up, feel the warm sunlight


As the sudden stab of a lower undertone and bass took the transition in hand with the audience cheering on the moment the first chorus would hit, she is seen slowly making her way down the long catwalk towards the diamond shaped portion of the long stage before her as cameras showed her gracious descent towards the sea of her audience with a mix of cuts between a rail, crane and spider cameras that accentuated the involvement of the crowd that seemed to have raised a few lights amongst the sea of black. The moment the song began to pick up upon the start of her chorus, the stage which had been mainly lit in a white and black starfield now transitioned into a dreamy aberrated flare visual with lights filling the open space above the whole stage in rays of gobo cast sparkle, the cold white turning to a more pleasantly warm orange yellow as a circular spot in the crest of the diamond-shaped portion of the catwalk showed waves that gently glistened from the direction that she was approaching, before slowly morphing into a whirlpool of stars while the shimmering gold embellishments following the shape of the long catwalk had been adorned in glitter that shone like gold.

Pasiklysk šviesoje dangaus žydroje
Jausk ir jausk oro šiluma
Sekundėles rask gyvent tais momentais
Skristi aukštai be rūpesčio

Get lost in the clouds of the sunny weather
Fell the breeze and warmth in the air
Try to take a second and live the moment
Flying high and up without care


Every spot that had filled the space in the golden light before her were pulled in like smoke as the LED on the floor now displayed a black and white twirling spiral radiating from right below Stefanie, surrounded in spotlights that moved out from borders of the catwalk as the camera slowly descended and her dress was projected with turbulent lines that shifted out of their place on occasion, the orange familiarity ceased for the initial black-and-white scheme seen in the beginning of the song, the crowd's applause roaring up as the clapping that previously had subsided to some extent began to pick up again, her figure lit up once more by the singular spotlight that hung above.

As the camera grew closer and closer on its descent downward towards the middle stage, the light that filled the more harsher edges of her face began to brighten ever more as she gave a direct look into the camera, extending her palm out as the proximity to the actual camera almost allowed her to grab on but began to fly away further back into the arena as the transition neared its peak and changed shots to her arching down before pulling back in a sudden lash with her eyes shut tight, an exaggerated gasp escaping her but not entirely audible as the sound was accompanied by one included in the track.

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Aaaah-aaah-ah


The spiral slowly gets faster as it collapses into the middle point of the stage where lights swept an arch and gracefully fade out by the time the second verse would begin, where the color scheme now moved onto a little more blue with the LED floor and backdrop now showing a blue wave of water that would slowly sweep forth into view, as tiny dots slowly faded in along the bottom of the seam where the unlit floor would end and the LED paneling would begin, a crane camera slowly lifting as Stefanie was lit once again on all sides with her outline being a pulsing sharp blue around the figure as there was a focus on the area ahead of her, a few shots focusing on the few glints of light that emanate from the crowd in the dark as the LED light strips which were placed by the borders of the stage trailed in a circular motion with fog that begins to gently billow around her feet but not in excess so that the accompanying visuals on the floor would be hidden under a blanket of opaque white.

Lietaus aguonų laukai
Perkūno griausmo garsas

Palauk - ar aš vėl grįžtu dar kartą?
Pabudes iš ramaus miego

Poppy fields with rainy skies
The striking sound of thunder

Wait up - am I going back, once again?
Awake from my peaceful slumber


The shot now opens up to see the arena lit up in a ethereal show of blue and white as a Steadicam slowly moves in from behind her, the vast shot of the crowd before them as halfway through it would zoom in and begin to orbit Stefanie slowly as the camera could see her dress surrounded in a delicate display of colors that moved down her apparel, before transitioning at the switchover to the second half of the verse to a shot that hung up right above her before flying in a speedy straight line to the very back of the arena with a fast zoom out as her voice rose and sung the last portion of her second verse at a climax, as the lights started to sweep from the front and around her back to the original sunlit orange that was shared in the beginning of the first chorus and the visuals were swept by the familiar sight of light flare and stars.

Giliai žengiu ten, kur
Sielvarto garsai aidi

Garsai kylantys iš
Gilyn, Gilyn

Deep in thought I tread on where
The sounds of sorrow sing

Hear the sounds escape from
The deep, The deep


The music kicked up a little more, this time the audible accompaniment of a higher octave synth drone along with a organ that gave the track which exuded a serious resonance a lifting undertone which Stefanie helped to bring out as her movements were more fluent and she began to move a little more around the open stage and getting closer towards portions of the crowd as cameras were cuts of open wide shots and several shots that put her at the bottom of the screen to open up the space and show the sparkle of light behind her, the LED strips at the edges of the diamond shaped construct moving in a trail from the back to the front where her form was no longer illuminated by the same blue outline but more of a golden white glamour.

Her gaze became more focused with the crowd and whenever it would cut to more intimate shots with her – would choose to put her eyes affixed to the lens to keep herself engaged with the audience, the toothy white grin on her face visible as she sung the first repetition before moving back towards the center where she stood.

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Pasiklysk šviesoje dangaus žydroje
Jausk ir jausk oro šiluma
Sekundėles rask gyvent tais momentais
Skristi aukštai be rūpesčio

Get lost in the clouds of the sunny weather
Fell the breeze and warmth in the air
Try to take a second and live the moment
Flying high and up without care


The song now kicked up and the audience was there to prove it, as the sudden rush of cheer, whistling and clapping to the beat were also accompanied by the burst of light sweeping across the arena as around her a circular outline began to sweep with stars orbiting around her feet, almost imitating the sun's corona during the eclipse as her body began to move with the rise of the beat and her dress was now encapsulated in the orange shine from multiple fixtures set at the edges of the arena as their whirlwind wisps of orange and white surrounded it, the hardly visible but still present flares at the edges of the screen offering an extra feeling of dreamscape as a crane camera rose from a straight forward shot from the front position before rising, gazing down whilst zooming out at the end portion of the final chorus that made her look a little smaller in comparison with the crowd that surrounded the 360 portion of the set.

Pasiklysk šviesoje dangaus žydroje
Jausk ir jausk oro šiluma
Sekundėles rask gyvent tais momentais
Skristi aukštai be rūpesčio

Get lost in the clouds of the sunny weather
Fell the breeze and warmth in the air
Try to take a second and live the moment
Flying high and up without care


The floor would see a burst of energy that would swarm the whole floor beneath Stefanie as a Steadicam rushed from behind and began to orbit around her, as she turned herself around and waved towards the camera in a gesture to come closer, as the crowd were lit in a cascade of light that were just enough for the camera to be able to pick out certain people closest to the stage out individually, with the shot zooming in on her finishing the song singing vocalizations that were nevertheless an added bonus to her already smiling presence as she moved in turn with the camera and blew raised a hand before waving it goodbye as the scene now switched to Stefanie on the lower portion of the screen as a vortex-esque LED cascaded a radial burst behind her, the fixtures position all around the stage moving independently in a slow sway as their focused beams shone up like a search light before sweeping down as the song slowed to its end and the sound of vinyl crackle filled the short-lived silence soon after as the audience were quick to fill the silence with their thunderous applause and cheer, cutting to shots of one or two people holding the Plangainer flag by the immediate border of the stage.

Stefanie bowed, her face bearing a grin before letting out a laugh as she rose the microphone up to her face as she looked over the seated and standing sea of people around with each carrying and waving their own flag, "Thank you so much! I love you all! Thank you!"


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Postby Furballland » Tue May 14, 2024 8:07 pm




Previously in Worldvision 113, Furballland and its associated ally reached its historic low, resulting in the reputation being tarnished by such indolent acting, it made the headlines, and in Furballland, the artists were shunned for performing so poorly, it was of course, a devastating blow to their funds, it turns out that the Management Team and Officials were nothing more than a vicious bigots profiting out of the artists' incomes, and sucking it like "magic," corruption also plays a role in the process of managing the entire industry, even worse, the Management Team chose songs that are atrocious, dull and doesn't have any sense. Protests erupted across the country demanding change in the participation process, and wanting tolerable results. However, the change is slow, and won't be replaced. Indeed, in Worldvision 113, the results are atrocious, in contrast to Worldvision 112, which has better results.



FROM OPHELIA NAIBAKVAR

This is hard to say but, I saw what happened in Worldvision 113 firsthand, it is great, but when it comes to the results, Furballland came out at the bottom 10, a literal f***ing bottom 10, like how did it happen? why did it end up in the bottom 10, I will never know that, instead, it was disappointing, but this is not what we wanted. Like what the f*** is this result, but it is the true result, and we can't change that. Of course, Ğretvak Ővokursza wouldn't expect anything from the scoreboard, but this is anything but, besides, if Ővokursza's team didn't do such indolent practices, they would have scored higher than a hundred points, yet they did do such indolent practices, they failed to even saved themselves from the bottom 10. Anyways, I only describe this performance in the previous edition as s***ty garbage, because of indolent practices. I know i have to exaggerate this but this is one of the worst performances, like what the f**k is this, holy s**t, this is as bad as an AI-generated performance from Mashimori, you know that would happen, overall our performance in WV113 utter bulls**t, and if i am a critic, i won't give them any point, like literally, f***ing literally ZERO POINTS! Because of that, I had to tirelessly work for my song, and it was a pain in the ass, working for that long makes me feel dizzy, I wouldn't expect to work that much, and I gave myself a rest so I couldn't be stressed too much, and I don't have any spare room for my personal hobbies.

Darn, I could have rested peacefully in the comforts of my home, yet WorldVision made me do that work so I could leave an indelible mark for Furballland, after all Furballland is my homeland, but also a nation that has a disappointing record, I mean, there is nothing in the record that has reached top 10, a terrible record for a nation that is considered as the most powerful. I don't know why such a terrible record but this is garbage, like i said, Ővokursza has been a terrible singer, but Mashimori is the worst one. F**k, why did I do such a hard task for no reason, what is the reason, but I know WorldVision made me do that. So i began to think of some ideas for my so-called "entry," it was very stressful, but I found some ideas, why not talk about a song about love and space, seems kinda strange at first but there are some attempts like that before, but I'll do it too. Besides I have a boyfriend, and he is my constellation, he is amazing, kind, and generous, he supported me even when the worst times happened. He is Tobias, he was raised as a privileged kid, but he wants love rather than money, he's one of a kind, I never felt that much love before considering that I grew up in an abusive household, where much of my family hates me, my Father called me "bastardized moron" and "useless as trash," my siblings called me a "loser," and "an inferior b***h lower than animals," my Mother is the only one who loved me, she takes care of me, and she cared about my struggles in my childhood, she defended me from my Father's abusive tactics. Meanwhile my Father condones bullying, and he laughed at me and abused me every time when I got bullied and my Father said "They bullied you because you are just as useless as trash and we are proud that you are just a stupid animal to me!" That really hurts me a lot, I began to hurt myself, things became heated when my Mother was getting abused, I can't help but to watch because my Father will abuse me if I crossed his "territory," she couldn't help but to suffer, but eventually my Mother left for good, and she left me there with my abusive Father and abusive siblings, but she said "No matter what, you must remember me, I will still be there for you," I was devastated, but I know she still believes in me, over the years, my Father's abusive tactics grew stronger, and my siblings sided with my Father, and they joined him to hurt me more, physically, mentally, psychologically, and internally. Eventually I ran away from home, never to step foot in that house again. At first, it was a frigid night, it was very cold, I was homeless, some people humiliated me, but eventually I started to lose hope, and eventually I slowly started dying, but Tobias just passed by, and he found me He was kind to me, instead of giving me food, he gave me everything I need, and soon I lived with him, and he loved me, eventually I thanked him for his unconditional love, and I actually fell in love with him, strange, but he was kind, and handsome as well, no wonder I fell in love with him, and he is my constellation. I have contacted my Mother, and we eventually reunite with her, she was my savior, and I expressed gratitude towards my now boyfriend and my Mother for not giving up, they gave me hope, and now I am in a better position, although I struggle with music, but I will try to make it work.

So, anyways, I had some ideas to create some song, and I wanted to make that, since Tobias is my constellation, I took some inspiration from other artists, and I took notice of that, then, I do some recordings to make sure that the vocals are correct, I appreciate that a lot, and I just want to make that song for fun, but when I watch WV113, my jaw dropped, Malta just won the contest, but us, ehh.... disappointing at best, but disgustingly horrible at worst, It scored just 70 points, which may look fine, but the entire history of our nation's participation, well, this is horrible, because of that, I had to do it for Worldvision rather that making this sing for fun, it was tiring, but of course, I had to do that, with sheer determination, I edited it, I adjusted it, and I even redo that vocals so it would be nice to hear, and I want it that way. A week later, I met Jármínë, I asked him to do choreography for me because I want to perform in the big stage, at first Jármíne refused because of time constraints, but he eventually agreed, so I began some training, it was intense, but it was amazing, I trained myself day and night, and for the next few weeks, I go on practicing my movements until I get it right, eventually, I somehow managed to do it nicely. And yes, the CMA took notice of my talent, and asked me to represent Furballland in the upcoming 114th edition, I instantly agreed, because I wanted to do it for my nation, I surprised Tobias with an airplane ticket, he was shocked that he saw that airplane ticket, "Guess what? we're going to Beepee!" We are ecstatic, we are excited to go to Beepee, and take that "crown!"



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Ah yes, another day, another land, I thought Norfolk Pinewoods will be the host city, but actually, it was Chiton, the Uranium Capital of Beepee, I have known this city for quite a while now, but I never seen this city in person before, it was a leading market for nuclear materials, I was sacred because when I was in highschool, I already know about uranium and it's negative side effects, but they don't worry bout' that, they handled it safely, but I'm still scared, only because of this city being the Uranium Capital of Beepee, but it was great actually, I was so excited to perform, I mean there's a week left before the contest starts. I find the EcoDome interesting to say the least, it was fascinating, it was massive, overall, it was a nice addition to the Uranium Capital of Beepee. I've been thinking a while, and I was like "So, this is the WorldVision that I've been thinking about since the planning starts". I created a TikTok video, and I mentioned the Venue itself, my fans are surprised, and shocked, some are jealous, but most of them appreciated it. A week later, we are excited to participate in the contest, we are ecstatic, and I was so happy, but first, the final rehearsal still happening, and I was on time for some reason... lucky me, and they looked at me, and after that I was my turn, of course I was pretty nervous, because I haven't practiced for a while, but anyways, I actually do that pretty well, and I was ecstatic bout' that. Some few hours later, the contest is now opening its doors to the public, I was expecting to be very well, but I understand that it could be different from what I've wanted, but I finally get to represent my nation.




Hey, this is where we start over
I saw you in the sky shine so bright
Someday, hope that you'll be mine


You gave me some hope
Outshining even the brightest star
And you closely held my arms tightly
I will fall in love with you


And that you are the only one
That I ever trust and I should be with you
Looking above the night skies
I waited for so long


I've dreamt of you, saw in your eyes
Reaching above the stars in the sky
Glaring at you was a moment to see
Thought it was a dream, but it was so true


And reaching the bright sky, it feels so good
You're the only one for me
Cause you're my constellation, in the sky.


But not every word
Drawn like a line in the sky
Everything then feels like a spark
A cosmic spark in my eyes


And that you are the only one
That I ever trust and i should be with you
Looking above the night skies
I waited for so long


Is it a dream, maybe that's not
And every night, thinking bout' you
I saw you last night, in your glaring eyes
You are the one that I could think of


I never felt like this, I don't know how
I don't know what I could feel
Cause you're my constellation, in the sky.


Cause you're my constellation
Cause you're my constellation
Cause you're my constellation, upon the stars.


Hey, you wouldn't always be there
Can't stop thinking bout' you every night
But i still wouldn't let go of you
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Postby Beepee » Tue May 14, 2024 9:33 pm

Host Intervention:


We've heard the first six competing songs tonight.

Now as the rest of the World watches adverts, it's the hosts responsibility to keep the Britonish televiewers entertained.

So what's more entertaining than a quick history of the WorldVision....

Did you know the very first WorldVision Song Contest was held so long ago that music hadn't been invented. Instead, artists approached a microphone and sang without any accompaniment.

Now that may or may not be true, but what is true is the nation of Swilatia hosted that very first contest, and nearly everyone involved in it has since died.

The name of the Rejistania winning song that night, "Jea'iln", translates as "Realise", and that song included the lyrics "Time is not long enough to know stupid". But now, in the 114th Edition, we know it certainly is.




Welcome back to the 114th WorldVision Song Contest coming from Chiton, Beepee, where tonight contestants from many nations are hoping to win the WorldVision crown.

Who will win is up to our international juries and you at home, remember voting opens once we have heard all the songs and you cannot vote for your own country. So, please, don't bother trying, it makes the Committee very angry.

Let's carry on now with the next performance.

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Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby Saint Monkey » Wed May 15, 2024 11:22 am

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Nation: Saint Monkey
Broadcaster: SMBS (Saint Monkey Broadcasting Service)
Artist(s): Jazz Box (David 'Hummingbird' Birch and Junior 'Sax Boi' Vermont)
Lyrics and Performance: Jazz Box
Song Name: How Mighty
Tune: Swing'it & Sam Norris (Teminite) - Prohibition
Instrument Players: Paula Kish, (Piano), Darius Khan, (Drums), Bea Cabral, (Trumpet), Jazz Box (Sax)
Backup Dancers: Gotcha/Robert Hapag and Penny Cali
Genre: Electro Swing


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Wow, WorldVision 113, the biggest for Saint Monkey yet. Hosting in Light City, the city of EDM, and a region where just about every street, landmark, town and mountain were named after music, it was no wonder it would put up a show. A lot of money was put towards the contest itself, and the entry itself, the song being described as a trip into your past by many.

Hosting was very special in Light City. New fans were made, street parties everywhere, even when the Lightning came, and it really did come. But that's life there, and the tourist loved it too, kept them on their feet. SMBS made it clear that WorldVision would hold dear to Saint Monkey and would continue participating for years to come. It also really helped the local economy, with all the artists performing in some sort of small scale arena, whether it be a drama centre, pub, or in the street, a lot of effort was put into helping the local community, just what Monsterdog wanted. Getting artists like Perdadores or Francesca Tanti to help out the local economy, and the local community, and let them experience the hospitality of Saint Monkeyians.

There was still a contest on however, and a prize to win. Sitting in 16th after the first half of the jury votes wasn't the best for Saint Monkey, sitting on only 18 points, after all the effort to try and get them at least on the left hand side, they were sitting on the right. Then the second half, 10 from MCG, 6 from Suurna and Aenglide and 7 from Robloxian Robloxia propelled Saint Monkey to 12th, which would be something Roberta and Maria would be happy about. The public vote:

"Saint Monkey, Maria, Roberta, you have received from the public...

62 points! Well done Maria & Roberta!"

62 points! Doesn't beat the points of 112, but better Televote, so at least the public was on their side. They rounded out at 12th, which was certainly something to be proud of.

A few days after WV, Roberta and Maria were interviewed on the popular morning show, "Wake Up!"

(Terry and Hannah are the presenters)

*Clip of WV recap plays*

Terry: That was incredible!

Hannah: Well, we're met with Roberta and Maria now, good morning!

Maria and Roberta: Morning!

Roberta: Jinx!

Maria: mmmmMmm

Terry: Well, 12th, I think you deserved better, what's your opinions?

Roberta: Well, honestly, I can't say, I mean I'll be biased! But yeah, I think we're happy for getting on the left side of the scoreboard, and yes, well we did well, and what a night it was! Right Maria, Maria, Maria?

Maria: Yeah, of course, we did our best, and are glad to get the most televotes of a Saint Monkey entry yet, so that's good, and well, we just enjoyed the whole experience.

Hannah: Was there anything you particularly liked?

Roberta: Connecting with the fans, really. We created a fanbase for ourselves after this. I mean many artists came there with existing fanbases, but we don't have a real like "fanbase" but more just people who enjoy our music. With WorldVision, people will actually start following us, and if there's an opportunity, to actually pay for a concert. Well, we'll never get as big as this but, we'll have fun, right?

Maria: Yeah, I mean I checked my socials yesterday, and gained a LOT of followers, so it's good that we have some new listeners.

Terry: Ok, what was your favourite song?

Roberta: Oof, that's a tough one. Well, Francesca's was a banger, but Frida's was also great. I really liked Aenglide's too.

Maria: Mother CupcakKe was a great finisher too, absolutely brilliant.

Roberta: But favourite, has got to be Adrian's, loved it so much.

Maria: I'm gonna have to stick with Francesca's, it was just incredible.

Roberta: Oh yeah! That's another thing, all the friends we've made!

Maria: New friends for life, great experience.

Hannah: And well, we'll give you one last question,

Terry: What's next?

Maria: Make more music, for Roberta find that special someone!

Roberta: Don't talk about my love life here! But yeah, literally, more singles, more collabs with this queen, Maria, and just in general more excitement.

Maria: Yeah, I'm sure Monsterdog will want us to get more songs out.

Hannah: Well, thank you so much again, congratulations for 12th and good luck!

Maria: Thank you!

Roberta: Thank you so much!

Terry: Goodbye! That was Roberta Carma and Maria Camia everyone, and you're watching Wake Up! It's 8:15am and let's see today's weather:


WorldVision must go on, however. Before we know it, we'd be heading to Chiton, after they host bided again, this time successful. It's cute to see that the city that lost out with 2 points would be hosting this time, with different graphics, very creative and colourful.

In The Music for Saint Monkey, the international public were able to vote, and although Gotcha and Stopping Hunger were voted by the International Public, Saint Monkey had extra points to give out, and it was Jazz Box who would be heading to Chiton. The International Public gave Jazz Box a commendable 2nd, so it looks like the public may like this performance. With tough opponents such as MCG's Fakawi, and Gallicelestia's Eleanora, who was going to participate in WV113, but the terrible events of a terrorist attack postponed the participation of Eleanora. But she is sure to do well here, as is Fakawi, the host Beepee, and several others such as StrayaRoos's Zak, MUSA/ADAM and Laura Kottier, trying to get South Alezia's first win and Plangainer's Stefanie Feliciano.

After the NF, the percentages of votes were shown, for the Saint Monkey public, and it just showed how close it was.

This was the result: (SM Public)

1. Jazz Box (15%) (Final result: 1st - 74pts)
2. Sortie (13%) (Final result: 7th - 43pts)
3. Penny Cali (12%) (Final result: 3rd - 53pts)
4. Kate China (12%) (Final result: 5th - 47pts)
5. Beach Sunset (12%) (Final result: 6th - 44pts)
6. Joseph Pichimp (12%) (Final result: 8th - 39pts)
7. Gotcha (12%) (Final result: 2nd - 58pts)
8. David Parker and PIÑA (12%) (Final result: 4th - 47pts)

(All rounded to the nearest whole number)

For the full results click here.

This just shows how intensely close this edition of The Music for Saint Monkey was, and everyone was so tightly packed together. However, in a points system, the majority percentage matters most, and that helped propel Jazz Box to the top, even after Gotcha was in 1st after the International Public. But who are Jazz Box, and how did they get here?

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Band Background

(All awards mentioned in Saint Monkey)
Jazz Box were formed in 2001 after David 'Hummingbird' Birch and Junior 'Sax Boi' Vermont met at a karaoke night in a pub.

They grew up together, after being adopted after being abandoned in an adoption centre. They both adopted by 2 different families living in Polopa, a town of 5,000. They grew up together but it wasn’t until 1977 when they became friends after David stood up to someone bullying Junior. Junior and David then discovered sax through an artist visiting the school, however they never managed to become artists.

They kept in contact, but David became a pilot, and Junior became a Beach Volleyball Coach, at the same time their dads were performing secretly in a country with a dictatorship. Junior helped win 3 Beach Volleyball titles for separate teams. David flew across the globe. In 1992, David and Junior joined the military as the 2nd Teriiblean War broke out. David became a fighter pilot, and Junior enlisted into the army. They lost contact until 2001.

In 2001, both coincidentally decided to return to their hometown, Polopa, they saw each other at a karaoke night in a pub there. David played the sax, and at that point, Junior and David decided to form a band, a choice that would change their lives forever.

There released a set of singles, in 2001, best one being “Time!” which got 3rd on the Domestic Charts. In 2002, they released their first album, “Bazz Jox”, which got the 2nd place on the Album of the Year Charts. In 2003, they went on their first tour in Saint Monkey, also releasing 68 songs that year, the best finisher “Lake” in 2nd on the Domestic Charts. It did well internationally too.

In 2004, Jazz Box released their second album “Bounce” which featured their first collaboration and new unique tracks. It finished in 3rd for the Album of the Year Charts. In 2005, Jazz Box went on their first international tour, visiting 10 countries. They then went on to release a new album, which finished 2nd on the Album of the Year Charts, named “Our World”. In 2006, Junior got married, and in 2007 David then did, causing them to take a bit of a break to enjoy married life. During this, they did still release music from time to time.

In 2008, Jazz Box released album “Just Move” which got 2nd Place in the Album of the Year Charts. They also began digging about their parents past this year. They went on another Saint Monkeyian tour this year too.

In 2009, they released 70 singles, but no album. They got 2nd on the Domestic charts twice, with the songs “Power” and “Never Alone”. This year they participated in the Banutang Song Festival, Saint Monkey’s biggest song festival, in 2009, and have been in every one since.

In January 2010, they released their next album, “BackGround” which finished 3rd in the Album of the Year Awards. In February, Junior had a daughter, and went on paternity leave, prompting a break from the band, except for the Banutang Song Festival. In 2011, there was a 10-year anniversary party of Jazz Box. David had a son in 2012, so he went on paternity leave too. They didn’t release another song until January 2013, when they made their grand return with the song “From The Underground”, which was about them finally finding their parents were secretly Jazz Stars in the 80s. It got Number 1 on the Saint Monkey charts and did really well on the international charts too, getting number 1s in several other countries.

This prompted them to make 2 albums that year, “Looking Up” and “Keep To The Beat”. “Looking Up” got 5th place in the Album of the Year charts, and “Keep To The Beat” got 2nd. “Keep To The Beat” featured DnB, Dubstep, Future Bass, Indie Dance and Traps songs mixed with Jazz, and won the Saint Monkey Music Award Prize for the most Unique Album. It is considered Jazz Box’s best album and was included in several labels, including Monsterdog Saint Monkey, who helped host WV113.

In 2014, they continued making music. They made a new album, which finished 2nd in the Album of the Year charts, and was called “To You”. In summer they went on an international tour, visiting 15 countries. In winter 2014, David and Junior and their families went on a ski trip, and David broke his back and was believed that he’d never walk again. He had a miracle recovery, and was good again in time for the Banutang Song Festival 2015.

In 2016, they released an album, “Back On My Feet” for David and weekly songs, which were produced in late 2014 by Junior. They got 2nd best on Album of the Year charts Saint Monkey once again.

In 2017, they released an April Fool’s Album, “The Greatest Rap Group In Polopa; Jazz Box” which was a bunch of Rap Songs by Jazz Box. This actually got the award for the most Unique Album 2017. David had a daughter soon after, and went on Paternity leave.

In 2018, Jazz Box released weekly once again, after David was keen to get a lot of songs out. 2 got in the top 10, “Us and Us Forever” and “Song Title Here”.

In 2019 Jazz Box went on tour to thousands of small towns and villages, and released 2 albums. “Around” and “Green” finishing 5th and 4th in the Album of the Year charts. When the pandemic hit, Jazz Box made their first bilingual songs and album, “Lingua”. It won the award for the Most Unique Album 2020 Saint Monkey. They were also commended for their work during the pandemic.

When international travel outside the Monkey Empire was still closed, Jazz Box had a massive tour in Saint Monkey in 2021. In late 2021 they also released an album, “Shouldn’t It Be Cold?”, their first Christmas songs that weren’t a cover. One of the songs, “Christmas Birthday” got 2nd on the Christmas charts.

Jazz Box had an international tour in 2022 after international travel outside the Monkey Empire was allowed again. They took a rest for the rest of 2022. In 2023, they participated in NationVision 6 in Madeloffu, Vonum, finishing 2nd. This got number 1 and so did 3 other songs in the 30 singles released by Jazz Box that year. The other number 1s were, “Our Town”, “Family” and “Dog”. They released a Christmas Album too in 2023, “ITS CHRISTMAS”, getting 11th in Album of the Year charts.

Recently, they were involved in the Opening Act for WV113. In 2024, they’ve released 7 singles, one of which being How Mighty, their 679th song ever released, heading to WorldVision.

The Music Video

Before The Music for Saint Monkey, the Music Video for How Mighty was filmed, in 5 different locations. A Jazz Club, in Saint Monkey City, the old town known for its' Jazz, and being named the Jazz City of Saint Monkey. The second, a 1 mile stretch of motorway near Polopa, Jazz Box's home town. Polopa 2nd School, where three kids were chosen to participate in the filming. Saint Monkey City hill, known for its' stunning view of the city, especially driving over the SM2 motorway, during the evening. Finally a Zero G-Flight, which was especially hard as you would only get little chance to film, and make a mistake, you'd have to go again, and pay even more money.

The filming was surprisingly quick. It took just over a week, and they got the tricky parts done first. The motorway had to be quick, as they'd only have 6 hours to do it, making sure traffic wouldn't be held up for long, and the zero g part actually worked well, as it was filmed in one shot. Although, they went again one more time for fun, who can blame em? They took extra special time with the rest of the shots, especially the kids and Polopa, as one had to "bully" the other, for the music video.

Overall it was put together, edited, and was completed soon enough. It began at the Jazz Club for the intro, then went to the 2nd School to the "bully" punching the other teen. Then the pre-chorus section jumped into the 0-G Flight. The chorus went to the motorway section, David and Junior standing on top of a car, with other cars beginning to follow. The How-How-Mighty section was at the Saint Monkey City hil, in the evening of course. The first section of the second verse the third teen stood up to the "bully" and then in the second section they weere in the Zero G plane again. The Pre-Chorus they were back at the Jazz Club.

The first half of the chorus the two teens started chasing the bully away. Then the second half they were back in the Zero-G Flight. For the Sax Solo it cuts back to the Jazz Club for the first half, then to the motorway, where pyrotechnics are spraying sparks. The last chorus section cuts between all the sections; the zero g, then the Jazz Club, then the motorway and finally a drone shot of the hill. The How-How Mighty section then goes to the school, then the motorway, and the final How-How Mighty section goes to the hill, where the lights of the skyscrapers can be seen after the sun finally sets. The YAAAAAA at the end cuts back to the Jazz Club, then Junior and David walk off stage.

Jazz Box @WorldVision

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They say Jazz Box has done everything. They will have now.

How Mighty got to WorldVision after winning The Music for Saint Monkey. It was very tight in the international votes, but with some help from the Saint Monkeyian public, it was chosen to go to Chiton. After the contest, Jazz Box asked runner-up Gotcha (Robert Hapag) and third-placed Penny Cali to be their backup dancers. Penny accepted quickly, and Gotcha did reluctantly, although performing in WV113 as a interval act he didn’t dance and he needed to do a lot of dance practice, however after weeks of practice he has agreed that he will give it a go. Jazz Box says they're "very proud of him (Gotcha). He's a legend and we're gonna smash this competition!"


How Mighty is about people that try to put you down, and is simply "How Mighty, you're trying to put me down, well I am greater than this." It's saying that you a greater than the person that is bullying you and that you should never listen to them. It also says you can change from a bully, the line “The best person that I could be” references that Junior’s wife used to bully someone in school but them became a great person. When she was 32, she even hosted a party to say sorry to the person who was bullied.

David says, “I think this song speaks to everyone that has been bullied. You are not at fault, and you are the better person. The bully is the one that’s insecure, not you. Always remember that. But also remember that although they may be weak bullying, if they want help, give them it. That will show your real character. If you say no, you may go down to wrong path too.”

This song has also been a fighter for preventing bullying in Saint Monkey. Junior said “Bullying was terrible in the 70s. I heard a boy was literally blinded by a bully. Then Saint Monkey took massive steps, and in the 2000s bullying was stamped out. But then it came back recently. It has to be stopped for good.” Jazz Box hope this song will help achieve that.

“At the end of the day, this is supposed to be a song that is fun, and is about leaving the bad things away, and just smiling and enjoying yourself. We will be having the most fun on stage and we can’t wait, hopefully you can’t either!”

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As the Saint Monkeyian team landed in Norfolk Pinewoods, they looked out in awe to the capital of Beepee. Jazz Box had never visited Beepee before, ready for a new experience. They spent a day out in Norfolk Pinewoods, experiencing the culture of the capital, who had previously hosted WorldVision in its’ 97th edition. Jazz Box tried the national dish of Beepee, Apple Cake, and after feeling the sensation of sweet Beepean apple on their tongues, they couldn’t have enough.

That evening the team took an overnight train to Chiton. As Jazz Box woke up, they saw the sun slowly rise above the skyscrapers of Catenham’s capital, Chiton. As they entered Chiton, they saw people head for their morning coffees and commute to work. Just at that point, David and Junior gave out a relaxing sigh, ready for what will come next.

Later that day, the WorldVision carpet opened. This gave a chance for the Saint Monkeyian delegate to get to know some of the other acts, answer some questions, and get into the WorldVision mood. In the evening, the rehearsal area for the Saint Monkey team were set up, and Jazz Box and the team discussed the performance, and staging.

The next day, Jazz Box went out to explore Chiton with their families. Getting to know the city that would be their home for the next week. Junior visited the national parks surrounding Chiton, feeling the sweet songs of birds, the rustle of leaves, and just to take a moment away from everything going on in Chiton. It was an incredible experience, a large contrast from the city. He also got some great photos of birds and the landscape, another hobby of his. Junior's wife also drew a lovely painting of a large tree in one of the national parks.

Penny and Gotcha created a challenge for themselves in the city, to set up a street performance. Paula Kish, Darius Khan and Bea Cabral rated the performances made by them, Penny won. David went across museums, discovering the history of what made this such a large city and what made the Uranium industry so large scale. He'd always been a nerd like that, but he was proud of it. He also payed a visit to the national parks surrounding Chiton, and had found a wonderful a little waterfall, having a picnic with his family.

The next day, Jazz Box created Jazz covers of other WorldVision Songs this edition. Urban Jungle, Ngalawa dyi, Until Daylight and Yo Lo Sé were all remixed in a Jazz version, later posted onto the WorldVision YouTube Channel.

That next week, the whole team enjoyed their time getting to know the other acts, explore all that Chiton has to offer and play sax in local pubs, and get to know other local stars. They even visited the Catenham State University to perform in front of students there, and to give a inspirational speech to those future WorldVision stars sitting there. They got the help from the students studying music for their next single.

In the rest of the time they had, the main focus was to practice for the event. Hours after hour, the deadline coming up, they then had the dress rehearsal and soon it was time for the actual event. In the busiest week of Jazz Box’s life, it was time to throw out the word busy, as when the contest arrives, it is more than busy. 3+ hours of insanity, here we go.

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The night had begun quick, speeding through the first entries. David and Junior both agreed that Plangainer was the biggest contender to win so far. They also really enjoyed Carrelie's act. They would also be voting tonight after all, and can't vote for themselves anyways, so they better pick their favorites soon. Then just before the first interval, they were told to prepare, and headed backstage, took the final preparations, and before they knew it, they'd be out there.

Jazz Box and the team gave a high five to Tom Fullery as he stepped off stage, giving way for Jazz Box to ready up. The Postcard came up, and Gotcha, Penny, and the instrument players rushed onto stage. Penny is wearing a fedora a beige blazer and dark blue dress, similar to this, making her look like a nice, caring and loving person. Gotcha is wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans, like this, giving the sense to the audience that he's a rebel, and is always getting into trouble. This tells us there's a story within the staging. The instrument players are in the background, wearing matching suits and ties, like this. Jazz Box picks up their Saxophones, they’re wearing matching outfits, these suits. Jazz Box are behind the widescreen LED, and can't be seen by the crowd.

The performance begins with traditional Saint Monkeyian Jazz symbols on all the LEDs, connecting with the unique jazz culture in Saint Monkey. The stage has stands for the instrument players, like this, on the right. However, this is not in the centre of the stage, but rather to the left of the stage, in the main stage area, just beside the crowd. It was originally planned to be on the rhombic area, but they wanted to whole arena to see the performance. It is also not in a circular shape, but in a rectangular one. The drum player was at the top, the trumpet player in the middle, and the piano at the bottom of the stands. The stand is parallel with the rhombus side. The Saint Monkeyian delegate tried doing a good job of making it feel like Saint Monkey, with traditional Saint Monkeyian curtains with traditional Chimpic patterns on it. It was positioned at the at the back of the stage, covering the curved widescreen LEDs for the beginning of the performance.

The song begins. On each chord played on the piano, red, yellow and orange light burst out from lights at the top of the stage. Junior and David are still not on the stage, as the intro is said. The widescreen LEDs at the back are still covered, but the LEDs on the floor change to white once the intro is said.


Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, let's get up and dance
Chiton is awesome you are INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!


As soon as the long sax note is played, Jazz Box stride on the stage, on both sides of it. The camera unveils to us a drone shot of Junior is playing his sax, and David, who has a huge grin on his face. They both have microphone earpieces. The curtains unveil themselves to uncover the widescreen LED. They walk up until the edge of the main stage, on both sides of the bridge to the Rhombus.

On the LEDs, shows a POV shot of a Saxophone moving, like this, but the saxophone is moving over sand dunes to reveal a large city. The floor LEDs transition to this art style, transforming the performance into another universe. The lights remain very warm, red, orange and yellow, staying similar to the colours of the Saint Monkeyian Jazz scene.

As David begins singing, the camera cuts to a medium shot of Gotcha air punching Penny, and she falls to the ground, just as David song “When their fists can solve the case”. It cuts back to David walking towards Gotcha, as Gotcha runs towards him. It has a quick cut to Junior riffing on the sax, looking directly at the camera. Penny begins dancing slowly, but still in tune. The audience can clearly see she is upset and scared. The T-section of the stage then turns blue, before the Pre-Chorus begins.

They think they're big but they're a disgrace
When their fists can solve the case
The world is different, we know that's true
We're all pushing through


Gotcha runs even faster towards David, but he stands his ground, and opens his legs. Gotcha slides under David. This shows you have to stand up against bullies. This reveals to the audience that you’re the strong one, not the bully. Penny suddenly stands up, and the LEDs where she is turn back to bright happy colours. Gotcha runs off stage.

At the same time, the curved widescreen LEDs uncover a city and zoom into it, and show a school. There are silhouettes being punched and kicked. The silhouettes build up and up, covering the widescreen LEDs in black, as the bully's become a shadow, creating a sense that we're leaving bullies behind, and enjoying the journey.


When they try to get in our way
We'll leave them and go to play!


The pyrotechnics burst out in the chorus sparks and fireworks, emitting across the EcoDome. Orange laser beams fill the bridges in the arena, coming from all directions. The widescreen LEDs explode with colours and little patterns, significant to Saint Monkey’s culture. This creates a shockwave across the arena, with the lights shining everywhere, and on the floor LEDs and the lighting. The arena Is suddenly filled with fun and life. The atmosphere is totally transformed, everyone in the Arena smiling and jumping along with the beat. A small fog machine creates a small haze in the arena, creating a further sense of a party. Everything on the stage mixes perfectly, the outfits, the LEDs, the song, creating an effect that this is another world, that the stage is another place to be.

Junior drops his sax, and David picks his up, and begins playing. The camera cuts to a group from the crowd from Saint Monkey, waving the Saint Monkey flag about. Then has a long shot of the whole scene erupting from the arena, all the atmosphere packed into once singular shot. Then a bird’s eye shot flies down from the top of the arena heading towards Junior who is running along the bridge, singing his heart out. His voice perfectly matching the tone and mood of the arena, a bright upbeat happy voice, making the crowd smile. A close up of David playing the sax shows as David spins around. The camera mimics that movement and also spins around. Penny skips past the camera, with a massive grin on her face.

Oh How Mighty! They want me to fight
Oh How Mighty, I'll just stay polite
Don't bother looking, cause I'll be outside
I’ll be cookin', they should know how great it is to be alive!



The next part is the bounciest of the track. The lyrics contrast the mood of the arena, showing that even though this happens, you should be happy and lucky you have the life you have. There’s always struggles, but there are still people way worse off. The lighting changes to include some white. The lights bounce up and down with the lyrics “How-How Mighty” are said. The LEDs emit circles of red orange yellow and white. The staging begins to return to something similar like this, as when Junior says "moon" that moon appears from the top of the widescreen LED.

The camera shakes slightly to follow the bouncy rhythm of this section. The camera shows Penny, Junior and David all jumping up and down. Junior continues to sing in his happy mood, and emits happiness across the arena. The camera cuts to the crowd jumping up and down to the beat of thee track. For this song it looks like everyone, from home, in the EcoDome, across the world are united and happy, showing what WorldVision can really do, and what music like this can do.

How-how-mighty, how-mighty, How-how-mighty, they're so weak
How-how-mighty, mighty till the moon is here



For the next scene, the mood suddenly changes, creating a very large contrast from what it was just a few seconds ago. The widescreen and main stage LEDs change into a dark red, creating a sense of mystery to the crowd, and why the change of mood so sudden. The moon is still there creating a shadow under it. There’s fog covering something, many of the audience going on their tip-toes wondering what it could be. Then it uncovers quickly, Gotcha on the floor, looking very sad, wearing a black t-shirt and trousers, and sitting cross-legged with his hand in his head. Penny comes over to Gotcha, and then picks him up on his shoulders. This gets a gasp from the audience, surprised she could carry him. The mood then begins to slowly fade back to what it was just before the pre-chorus, when Junior says "free".

The camera follows this, as it begins with a bird’s eye view over Gotcha, but he still cannot be seen. Then it cuts to Junior and David, walking backwards, pointing towards what is going over there. They’re walking out to the T-section but are pointing rampantly towards that. The camera cuts to Penny and Gotcha, and Penny picks Gotcha up. The fog leaves the stage.

I wanna stand tall I wanna be
The best person that I could be
Yeah, you can guarantee
We'll fly and become free


The moon explodes on the widescreen LEDs, and explodes orange, red and yellow colours in a comic-style. The whole arena bursts out in these colours. Traditional jazz patterns start popping into the LEDs and laser beams surround Penny and Gotcha, trapping them like a prison cell.

The camera shows a extreme close up of Penny’s face, through the laser beams. The camera then cuts to Junior and David, who do the exact face Penny made. Confident, ready, cheeky, very similar to the smirking emoji. The shots sharpen right to the face, focusing on it with cinematic black bars like this, but they close in more in the shot, focusing right in to Penny Junior and David focusing only on their emotions. Then the second chorus.


I know it's hard just to ignore
But if you do you'll be better and more!


The arena once again bursts with colour, the audience cheering very loudly as the chorus hits. All the fun in Chiton, Beepee the world could emit from this arena, the performance, this event tonight. Pyrotechnics run wild and burst endless rounds of sparks, fireworks and fire. The LEDs burst with colour once again, little patterns of Saint Monkey’s culture, and this time the colours mix around the stage like the style of the Saint Monkeyian postcard, with little splashes of paint on the LEDs. The little haze returns, and on the widescreen at the back, a large neon sun rises.

The camera has a medium shot showing that Junior is back on the Sax as David jumps back on lyrics. His voice lights up the arena, smiling on every letter. The camera then cuts to a quick drone shot flying over the crowd towards Penny and Gotcha then a medium shot of them. Penny and Gotcha were stuck in the laser beams, however, Penny throws Gotcha up in the air and he kicks out. The laser beams flash on and off, and when they’re off Gotcha and Penny run out, the camera following them. They form beside Jazz Box and begin dancing. The camera then cuts to a long shot of the whole arena, immersing you in the atmosphere and the happiness coming from the EcoDome.

Oh How Mighty, tryna put me down
Wow so mighty, they're just a fool, a clown
I'll start a party, whilst they'll be low
Oh so below, and we will rise up far beyond the clouds



When David sings out “Clouds” a rocket appears on the LEDs, and take off, and the LEDs fly up to uncover a more relaxing mood in the performance. The rest of the stage turns to a white, soothing atmosphere. Penny and Gotcha are clapping, as a rail Cam shot at the end of the T-section shows. Junior and David run towards the edge of the Rhombus section of the stage. They both pick up their saxophones, and give a 3 second countdown with their fingers. The camera moves between an extreme close up of their fingers, and a medium shot of their saxophones and massive smiles on their face… they take a deep breath ready for the massive solo next.

How-how-mighty, how-mighty, How-how-mighty, you know it
How-how-mighty, mighty and they hit the ground



There then, the rest of the stage darkens, and two orange spotlights shine on Junior and David. A pause from the crowd as they get goosebumps from the sounds of Jazz, the whole stop, just one thing they’ll be watching now. They play the instrument that formed this band, the instrument that formed their life for the last 23 years. The sax got them here. If it weren’t for the sax, Junior or David wouldn’t have a wife or kids. They wouldn’t be standing here. The crowd get their neon bracelets up and wave them intensely. The orange spotlight bounces with light. They slide on their knees and play, a massive roar coming from the crowd.

The camera pans around the arena, then cuts to a close up of David, then Junior. Then a cut to a long shot from behind, and a bird’s eye shot from above flying down into the light. Then an extreme close up of Junior then David playing their hearts out, it zooms right in on the mouthpiece of the sax, and then zooms out and changes back to a long shot. The whole world is watching, millions from home, 30,000 here, and Jazz Box are just simply vibing.

Then towards the end of the solo, David drops his sax to get ready for the next vocal section, and the orange, red and yellow lighting fades back in, emitting from the spotlight and going out. The little patterns return to the widescreen LED, and the arena was filled with light, and all the fun and life from before. The crowd, jumping up and down with a massive smile on their faces.

Then the shot changes to the band, the trumpet player jumping off the stand. As the light faded back in, there was a rail Cam shot of Gotcha and Penny running towards Junior and David. They slid each side of them, as they ran, the pyrotechnics followed them, fire spewing out each and every one they passed. When Gotcha got up from the slide he did a backflip, getting a massive cheer from the crowd.

[SAX SOLO]


For the chorus, the mood remained the same. fun and full of life. The pyrotechnics ran riot and didn’t stop bursting fire. The lighting was bouncing to the song, and the LEDs were changing colour rampantly, a lot like this from 1:36-2:40, except there was the general colour scheme of this performance, yellow, red and orange, and the centrepiece was the neon sun which returned from earlier on in the performance. Inside the squares moving, traditional jazz patterns were blurred into it. The crowd, the arena, WorldVision is all together now.

The main shot was from the T-Section of the stage, as Junior and David strode towards the camera, with confidence, and a massive grin on both their faces. David and Junior both straightened their suits when walking down. The camera also cut to Penny throwing her Fedora into the crowd and then back to the Saint Monkeyian group waving their flags about and cheering. The arena was still full of energy and kept jumping up and down, just as the LED lights do.

Oh How Mighty, tryna put me down
Wow so mighty, they're just a fool, a clown
Don't bother looking, cause I'll be outside
I’ll be cookin', they should know how great it is to be alive!



As the song nearly finishes the staging doesn’t stop. The LEDs lights create a ripple of light each time the pyrotechnics go off, bursting out all the colours in the light spectrum. The curved widescreen at the back goes back to the art style from earlier in the performance, a sax, floating through space. The lyrics come up on the back screen at this point too.

The camera cuts to this screen and then the Trumpet player running out towards Junior and David. Then a birds-eye shot comes down and pans through the whole stage, capturing the fun and the energy in the performance. As the camera passes a pyrotechnic machine they burst out with fireworks., which surround the camera. It changes to a long shot of David, Junior and the Trumpet Player.

How-how-mighty, how-mighty, How-how-mighty, they're so weak
How-how-mighty, mighty and they hit the ground



The LEDs stay the same, but continue moving about. Pyrotechnics continue filling the arena with energy. But this time something is different. The crowd is singing along ”How-how-mighty, How-how-mighty”. Junior and David feel goosebumps. Their song is being sung by thousands, all you can hear is the crowd singing, ”How-how Mighty”. David and Junior feel their heart warm. This is incredible, all together now... Meanwhile the camera cuts between a long shot of David, Junior, Gotcha, Penny and the Trumpet player and drone shots panning across the arena. Everyone on stage is bouncing and dancing, making the most of the last seconds on stage.

How-how-mighty, How-how-mighty, How-how-mighty, mighty and they hit the ground


The curtain returns and is pulled up at the front of the stage. The floor LEDs transition to 3 equal lines of red, yellow and orange. The pyrotechnics burst out one last time, the camera zoomed out so you can see the whole stage. The lights transitioned to be very bright and rise up as David and Junior in tandem shouted “YAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”. They had done it!

YAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! (Oh Yeah!)


The lights turned back onto the default settings, and the stage crew had already run onto the stage to move over the curtains from the performance. However, the team weren’t paying attention. The crowd became cheering, so loud if your were in Saint Monkey you'd think it is an earthquake. It took a while to sink in, but smiles planted on the teams faces. Penny, Gotcha, David, Junior and the instrument players; Paula Kish, Darius Khan and Bea Cabral all ran towards each other and high fived each other. Penny and Gotcha hugged. David and Junior looked at each other, and thought the same thing, “What the HELL?!” and high fived and hugged. Junior riffed “Thank you for being a friend” on the sax. David then played a long note on the sax. It looked that the stage director wanted to usher them off the stage so amid the deafening sound of cheering, David and Junior shouted:

Chiton you're the best of the best! Thank you Beepee! Thank you everybody! WOOOOOO!!!!!


Penny air kissed to the crowd, and Gotcha screamed "WOOOOOO". The trumpet player also did a quick riff, and then they all ran off stage before security would pick them up. They headed back to the green room mega proud. The Crustyland Soccer Fan Choir would be up next, and David and Junior shouted to Quan Neilsoen and Charles Wadgeofchese to "Show Beepee what you've got!" on the way back to the green room. Beepee would love this, and they've already been here before so they'll be absolutely fine. Then MCG up afterwards, oh my gosh, the night had just begun.

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"Well done daddy!!!!" Alexa said, David's 7 year old daughter, as she went in to hug him. "Dad, great job." said Tom, David's 12 year old, who turns 13 in just 2 weeks. Junior's 14 year old daughter was stopped on her tracks. She'd been having problems with bullying recently, and was scrolling through her phone, seeing the bad messages she'd been sent. But the performance changed her. She smiled, and hugged her dad, Junior, "I love you, you're the best!!!"

The team sat back in their sofa, which were surprisingly comfy. Maria, Junior's wife, came with some drinks and popcorn for everyone. Sofia, David's wife went around the other entries giving them some homemade snacks from Saint Monkey, which they all loved. They watched the rest of the entries with awe. Malta shook the Arena once again, and everyone went crazy for Until Daylight, Beepee's entry. Junior and David really enjoyed the Alezian act, as they'd worked on very experimental EDM too before, and it is good to see it being included. They knew this would do well with the Saint Monkeyian public. They hugged Eleanora as she headed to the stage, happy that she is performing, after withdrawing from the last edition in Saint Monkey. Junior and David loved that night too, but actually part of the competing entries, it was a much different feeling.

During the intervals, they headed around the green room, getting to know the acts a bit more, and making new friends. Junior even discussed a collaboration between one other artist. It would be pretty cool. They also headed out to the crowd, to sign some autographs and have fun with the crowd. They never stopped all night, and Jazz Box knew that these guys are the heroes, and they make all of this happen. The competition, the winners and the future music stars. If it weren't for them, many artists wouldn't be where they are now without WorldVision. The graphic on the most number of wins for each country just gave it away. Over 100 people's lives had been changed due to this contest. Even those who don't win, could go home being very big, meaning they could follow their dreams.

They indulged the rest of the hours in dancing, doing song requests on the sax, and of course the conga line in the green room. For a lot of the contest, they forgot that they were competing against all these great people. They would shed a tear, and share a hug in the voting period soon, this is family, the WorldVision family.

They didn't let down the excitement and energy. Soon enough however, it was time for voting. Junior and David got their phones up, and put in their votes, as did the rest of the team. This was it. They felt a bit of sadness as their WorldVision experience would be coming to an end. When voting closed, they done everything they could, and the results were sealed. They waited tensely to see where they got. Would it flop? Or could Saint Monkey get their best result yet?

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Postby Crustyland » Wed May 15, 2024 11:23 am

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Thirteenth place and 98 points! Not bad at all for Curstyland; breaking the top fifteen plus almost reaching triple figure points was a huge success, it wasn't the dizzying heights of WorldVision 98, but still, this was fab! Iver Braaten and his song "Finding My Way" had made Crustyland proud. The juries seemed to really like it, too, with Mister X and Kalosia both rewarding it 10 points each! Even Aenglide awarded them 8 points, which was unheard of, and their best friend, Placely Placington, too, but sadly, their besties were absent from this contest.

The "Crustyland Soccer Fan Choir" was not actually a choir but rather two friends who had decided to confuse people with their band name. Quan Neilsoen, 31 and Charles Wadgeofchese, 32 were actually rather well-known DJ's in the Crustyandian music scene, as well as attending every single international Crustyland match. Crustyland were not that good at football BUT had been known to win against some of the smaller teams in the multiverse. Crustyland Soccer Fan Choir ramp up the crowd at games with their chanting and drums every game. This was their second WorldVision, and funnily enough, it was in WorldViasion 106 alongside Fakawi from MCG. The duo achieved 21st place with 50 points.


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Crustyland Soccer Fan Choir


Saint Monkey had left the stage and the postcard played out for Crustyland. Since they had been pumping out some decent tunes recently with no seal related antics the crowd cheered loudly.

The postcards end. With a burst of colour, from blue to green the stage comes alive, introducing the high-energy vibe of Crustyland Soccer Fan Choir.

We have a full camera shot from above the audience showing the entire stage. The screen then fills with an LED graphic of Quan, and the crowd cheers. The large amount of Beepeans in the crowd were very vocal! The graphic speaks the opening verse.

Welcome to Chiton Beepee
This is Crustyland calling
We hope you enjoy it!
And this here is The Beepee Song


Quan and Charles appear on the main stage as the first verse starts. The LED background displays vibrant, pulsating graphics of footballs, musical notes, and humorous Beepee-themed animations syncing with the beat. The floor LED follows suit, with animated footprints guiding their dance moves. The stage cam captures them from a low angle, as they jump around .

In the land of Beepee, where the music's always loud,
Schlager beats are pumping, we are such a lively crowd.
Names that'll make you giggle, rude and funny, oh so proud,
Harry Balls and Claude Bols, they can really draw a crowd.


Quan leads the choreography, his movements sharp and synced with the beat. Charles follows with enthusiastic, exaggerated motions, both of them feeding off each other's energy. Their expressions are full of joy and playfulness. A wide shot from a rail cam glides along the catwalk, giving a sweeping view of the stage.

Frida Wyllé's dancing, in her own unique way,
Fit and muscular men brighten up our day.
WorldVision fever, every single year we play,
But where are all the females?
Guess the guys steal the sway.


As they move onto the first chorus, they step from the main stage onto the catwalk. Spotlights in the colours of the Beepee flag, red, and white, swirl around the hall. The LED floor lights up with a dynamic light show, creating a path of colourful lights beneath their feet. The screens display energetic, swirling patterns of neon lights and rhythmic visualizations of sound waves. A spider camera pans from the end stage to the rhombus stage, capturing their transition in one fluid motion.

Reaching the center rhombus stage, Quan and Charles engage with the crowd, waving their arms and encouraging participation. Close-up shots capture their faces, full of excitement and charisma. We then cut to a stage shot of them both. The audience responds with cheers, their energy reflected back to the performers. Flags are waving everywhere. The LED screens now show animated, larger-than-life versions of Quan and Charles, dancing in sync with them. This was bound to be one of the most energetic and fun performances of the night.

Beepee's got the rhythm, and the heart to make you groove,
Schlager's in our veins, it's the way we love to move.
Laughing with our names in a land where we approve,
Beepee's got the rhythm in our hearts,
Beepee's got the rhythm and the heart to make you groove,
Schlager's in our veins, it's the way we love to move.
Laughing with our names in a land where we approve,
Beepee's got the rhythm, it’s what we prove.


For the second verse, Quan and Charles both move down the second catwalk toward the end stage. We have a rail cam shot which captures this transition, showing their synchronized, high-energy dance moves. The floor LEDs animate with a ripple effect, as if their steps are causing waves of light to spread out. The screens display comedic, animated, shirtless men. As they sing "It’s our main course", they waddle their legs and mime, eating with a knife and fork, which invokes even more cheering from the audience. For the last line, we have a spider cam shot of the two singers, which pulls out as they raise a hand up to their heads and scour the audience for any single ladies.

Muscles glistening in the sun, Beepee boys are out in force,
WorldVision on the TV, we're cheering till we're hoarse.
Funny names and fit physiques, of course, it’s our main course,
But the ladies, where’d they go? It's a mystery, of course.


Arriving at the end stage, the lighting intensifies, with bright spotlights and quick strobe effects accentuating the beat. A stage cam from above captures the full scope of their choreography, spinning to give a panoramic view of the stage setup. The audience is now fully engaged, clapping and moving to the rhythm. Quan yells the next two lines.

Frida Wyllé's singing, with a voice that's oh so sweet,
Move to the schlager beat.


Spotlights in the colours of the Beepee flag, red, and white, swirl around the hall. The LED floor lights up with a dynamic light show, creating a path of colourful lights beneath their feet. The screens display energetic, swirling patterns of neon lights and rhythmic visualizations of sound waves.

Quan and Charles wave their arms and dance from left to right. Close-up shots capture their faces, full of excitement and charisma. We then cut to a stage shot of them both. The audience responds with cheers, their energy reflected back to the performers. Flags are waving everywhere. The LED screens now show animated, larger-than-life versions of Quan and Charles, dancing in sync with them. We then have a sweeping shot from the back of the arena, which races toward the end stage before we cut to an upper-body shot of the pair for the last line.

Beepee's got the rhythm and the heart to make you groove,
Schlager's in our veins, it's how we love to move.
Laughing with our names in a land where we approve,
Beepee's got the rhythm in our hearts
Beepee's got the rhythm, and the heart to make you groove,
Schlager's in our veins, it's the way we love to move.
Laughing with our names in a land where we approve,
Beepee's got the rhythm, it’s what we prove.


The lights subdue so we have a spotlight lighting up the duo. The background is a subtle chrome of colour flashing delicately between blue, red yellow, pink and green. We have a rail cam shot of the entire end stage as Quan and Charles hooked arms and began kicking their legs and swinging side to side before spinning around. It was all a mash up of traditional dances and worked for the track's instrumental part. They begin laughing as they dance.

The beat begins, and Charles yells, and then Suddenly, with a synchronized pull, they rip off their Beepee flag T-shirts, tossing them into the crowd.the showing off their ripped muscles.

WorldVision!


The camera whips backwards from the pair as pyrotechnics erupt from the edges of the end stage, golden sparks flying high into the air. The lights flash in a synchronized light show, and the LED screens and floor display a dazzling array of colours and patterns that swirl and blend together into different colours. Qe has a drone cam that captures the pair on stage from above, giving a breathtaking view of the entire stage and the pyrotechnics.

The LED screens burst with fireworks animations, and the floor LEDs mirror the explosive energy with vibrant, pulsating colours. The crowd goes wild as the cameras capture Quan and Charles's muscular physiques, glistening with sweat under the intense stage lights. Their well-defined muscles flex as they continue to dance energetically. Quan's biceps bulge as he punches the air in rhythm, his abs rippling with each movement. Charles, with his broad shoulders and sculpted chest, moves with powerful, fluid motions, his sweat adding a sheen that catches the light dramatically. A rail cam captures this moment from the front, then pans to the side. This was the raunchiest performance from Crustyland for quite some time. It was clear the audience was lapping this up, maybe because a large portion was from Beepee. Despite all the dancing their vocals remain on perfect.

Beepee's got the rhythm, and the heart to make you groove,
Schlager's in our veins, it's how we love to move.
Laughing with our names in a land where we approve,
Beepee's got the rhythm, in our hearts
Beepee's got the rhythm, and the heart to make you groove,
Schlager's in our veins, it's the way we love to move.
Laughing with our names in a land where we approve,
Beepee's got the rhythm, it’s what we prove.


Quan and Charles end their performance with a powerful pose, arms raised high, their chests heaving from the exertion, as confetti cannons blast colourful confetti over the audience. Charles leans on Quan to say the last line. The final camera shot is a sweeping panoramic view, capturing the entire spectacle, the performers, and the ecstatic crowd. The stage lights fade out, leaving the duo silhouetted against the glowing remnants of the pyrotechnic display, their expressions of triumph and joy clear to everyone watching.

But where are all the girls!


As the last sparks settle, Quan grabs a microphone, still catching his breath. "Thank you, Chiton Beepee!" he shouts, his voice echoing through the arena. Charles joins in, "And thank you, WorldVision!" The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their excitement filling the air. With one final wave to the audience, the lights fade to black. Crustyland was definitely setting its sights on top ten after that!
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Postby Malta Comino Gozo » Wed May 15, 2024 11:24 am

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Nation Name: Malta Comino Gozo
Official Broadcaster: MCG 1
Tune: Palaya Royale - No Love In LA
Song Title: Urban Jungle
Artist(s) Name(s): Fakawi
Lyrics & Music:Franġisku Ross, Louis Castelletti, Andrew Visanich and Alwiġi Manzoni


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The jury votes were exceptional, and Malta Comino Gozo sat in first place with 149 points. It had been an exhausting evening mixed with excitement and now tension. Francesca and the delegation were tired from the jubilant commotion each time they received twelve points.

This was the most douze points MCG had ever received in a single contest, with six sets of twelves from the juries from Mother Cupcakke, Furballland, Missus X, Robloxian Robloxia, StrayaRoos and Adab. After all the points, it looked like Francesca might already have this in the bag, but they were only in front of Elejamie by sixteen points, and the televote was next to come. The televotes rolled in, and country after country received their scores, and still, MCG couldn't be shifted from the top. The top 10 countries would inevitably overtake them, but would it last?

When Elejamie's staggering 116 points were revealed, a wave of anxiety swept through the room. They realised victory was within reach, but it hung precariously in the balance. With 101 points needed to reclaim the lead, the stakes couldn't have been higher. Then, the moment of truth arrived. The host's voice cut through the tension like a knife as they called out the last country, Malta Comino Gozo, and the entire room fell silent, hanging onto every word. As the hosts revealed the televote score, the tension peaked, and time seemed to stand still.

And then, the eruption of sheer jubilation as the words "192 POINTS WHICH MEANS MALTA COMINO GOZO YOU ARE THE WINNER OF THE 113 WORLDVISION SONG CONTEST!" echoed through the room. Francesca and her team leapt to their feet, their faces breaking into wide smiles of disbelief and pure joy. Tears of happiness filled their eyes as they embraced each other tightly, overcome with emotion.

Their dancers joined in the celebration, cheering and dancing with unbridled elation. Confetti rained down from the ceiling, adding to the surreal atmosphere of victory. At that moment, all the exhaustion and tension of the evening melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of triumph and accomplishment. They had done it—they were the champions of the Worldvision Song Contest again!

This was Malta Comino Gozo's first ever win, sung entirely in Maltese. Francesca was the youngest winner, and now MCG were joint second on nine wins with Britonisea. Things for WorldVision's smallest country were exceeding expectations. How were they now only one victory off being the joint champions? Let's say the team at MCGBC never imagined that one day they'd be chasing for the most wins. The country had now finished in the top ten on 32 out of 38 appearances. A lot was on the line now for the next contest as reigning champs.

Notes was now over for another year, but the winter spinoff was predicted to happen later in the year, so it was back to an internally selected act for now. MCGBC approached several artists, but sadly, due to scheduling issues and tours, etc, all of those asked were unavailable. Not to say they were clutching at straws, but the deadline for selecting an act was fast approaching, and MCG, who was usually one of the first to present their act/song, was now one of the last. MCGBC had a desire to have Fakawi, the silver medalist for WHF67 and winner of WorldVision 106, perform again. Fakawi had just released a new album called "Not You Again". So, with the attitude of "If you don't ask, you don't get", MCGBC contacted Fakawi's management. A day later, they received a reply stating that Fakawi would be more than happy to participate in WorldVision again.

When asked by an interviewer, "So, how does it feel to be returning to WorldVision knowing that MCG is the reigning champion from the last edition, and you are also defending your own victory from WorldVision 106?" Franġisku had a great reply, "Haha, well, we might be crazy, but we just can't get enough of it. It's definitely an exciting challenge for us. We are honoured to have the opportunity to defend our victory and compete again in WorldVision. We're looking forward to bringing our A-game once more!"

WorldVision 114 was being held in Chiton, Beepee. Beepee and Malta Comino Gozo had a cute relationship on the music stage. Beepee's first WorldVision win came in Valletta in the 85th edition, and Malta Comino Gozo's first World Hit Festival win came in WHF65, which was held in Hercules.





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Alwiġi Manzoni, Andrew Visanich, Louis Castelletti & Franġisku Ross
Equal parts brit-pop, glam rock and art-punk, Fakawi has amassed over 800 million streams throughout their career and earned a legion of cult-like fans with their adrenaline-fueled, Rock n’ Roll circus. First landing in Valletta as teenagers, Gozo-bred boys Louis Castelletti (electric guitar) and Franġisku Ross (lead vocals), joined Alwiġi Manzoni (drums) and Andrew Visanich (electric guitar) to form the band we have now and worked their way up through the ruthless MCG rock scene while briefly living out of their car, soon finding themselves supporting arenas and touring the multiverse with the likes of Fradel and Spies and Simeon.

In an unexpected yet auspicious turn, the band’s new single at the time "Corrupt" emerged from a much-needed break in the chaos, returning to their roots and composing most of the same named album on piano. Equal parts ecstatic head rush and in-depth meditation on the state of the human psyche, the result was Fakawi’s boldest and most visionary body of work to date, which also earned them victory in WorldVision 106. Now, just eight contests later the band are back!





Fakawi has gone from strength to strength since winning WorldVision and brings the juxtaposition of glitz and grime! Gretsch guitar tones that shimmer with reverb, drums that shake and pound, vocals that claw forth with the electric urgency of the early punk movement, all swirling together with the swinging cool of the 1960s and the swagger of latter-day Brit Pop bands such as The Libertines and early Arctic Monkeys. Looked down on by the elderly but respected by the youth, Fakawi has carved itself a home in the MCG music scene. Their tours are like a travelling circus. Clad in scarves, hats, paisley shirts, and makeup, as the Soldiers of the Royal Council attest, it’s the Fakawi lifestyle. Summoning a thrilling spirit, with throwback sonic crunch, visual flair, and reckless live performances, Fakawi has quickly earned a legion of obsessive cult-like fans.

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Their new song, "Urban Jungle", which is the fourth song on their latest album "Not You Again" , is a song that reflects the struggles and challenges of living in a bustling city. It describes urban life's chaotic and sometimes harsh realities, where people hide behind facades and illusions and where truth seems elusive. The song portrays a sense of resilience and determination in the face of adversity and the search for authenticity and meaning in a city filled with contradictions. It captures the feeling of being lost amid the urban environment and the hope of finding strength and purpose despite the challenges. Sticking close to their roots, it's an alternative rock song with a blend of punk, pop, and glam influences. It features energetic instrumentals, powerful vocals, and a raw, edgy sound. Even for those not a fan of glam and alternative rock, the upbeat appeal of the song is bound to appeal to everybody.


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The audience, filled with anticipation, eagerly awaits as the postcard ends. Noisy cheers fill the air as the reigning champs, Malta Comino Gozo, take to the stage.

Here they were again the second time around. As the bad found their spots they shared a unified smile with one another. How was this happening again?! It was almost too perfect to be here at WorldVision for another go! Franġisku rolled is shoulders back and steadied his thoughts as he prepared himself for the task ahead. Once again, Malta Comino Gozo was the favourite to win the contest with a 19% chance, and reporters had told him this. Deep down, he was ecstatic, but he didn't want to let that get the better of him. He would sing and perform like he always did, and if they won, then.. well, that was another story!

We have a central view of the stage suspended above the audience. The main stage is adorned with towering skyscraper props and beams that create a skyline and narrow alleyways. The skyscrapers are decorated with LED screens to represent the windows while the rest of the elongated stage remains bare.

As the tearing of a fading in electric guitar and drum and bass melody fills the arena, the main stage is suddenly bathed in a dim, blue hue, resembling a moonlit urban landscape. The camera zooms in from the middle of the arena to a close-up of Franġisku, who stands at the back of the main stage, his silhouette emerging from the shadows cast by the towering LED cityscape. He begins to walk forward, each step deliberate and filled with purpose to beat his face illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon-like LED backdrop. He begins to sing fast, almost as if he was rapping. Andrew and Louis follow suit, appearing and walking behind him, their bright red electric guitars echoing Franġisku's movements, their expressions solemn and contemplative. Alwiġi, who is on our far left, plays the drums, his face focused and intense. The drumbeats reverberate through the arena.

Franġisku wears a sleek, fitted black leather jacket with subtle silver studs along the shoulders and sleeves, giving him a rugged, rebellious look. His jacket is slightly open, revealing a dark, midnight blue silk shirt underneath, adding elegance and contrast to his outfit. He pairs the jacket and shirt with black, slim-fit jeans with a slight sheen, making them pop under the stage lights. The jeans are adorned with subtle zippers and patches, enhancing the urban aesthetic. His belt features a bold, silver buckle with a minimalist design, tying the outfit together. On his feet, a pair of black combat boots with silver buckles and laces. He wears fingerless black leather gloves, adding to the rebellious vibe he is going for. On his right wrist, he sports a chunky silver bracelet and his ears are adorned with small, silver stud earrings. His hair is styled in a messy yet controlled manner, giving him a slightly windswept look. He had always been one for a little bit of makeup. His makeup is subtle but effective, with a tiny hint of eyeliner to make his eyes stand out on camera and a touch of highlighter on his cheekbones to catch the spotlights.

The LED screens at the back of the main stage depict twisting alleyways and shifting shadows, creating an atmosphere of secrecy and intrigue. We cut to a full body shot of Franġisku now as he takes a few deliberate steps forward, his eyes scanning the "urban jungle" around him. His left arm stretches outwards into the air as if he has just found his way out of a maze, a confused expression envelops across his face. The camera now captures a low-angle shot of him from the front, emphasising his dominance and presence on stage. Andrew and Louis stand on opposite sides of the stage now, playing their electric guitars with expressions of deep concentration, occasionally stepping forward into their individual spotlights as they sway to the beat.

As he sings "Staring at the Skyline" Franġisku turns to briefly look behind him before turning back and the camera shifts to a wide-angle shot, revealing the entire band with the skyline on the LED screen now filled with a hazy, night time polluted sky. The spotlights dim slightly, with only faint glimmers representing the hidden stars. Franġisku moves towards Andrew, who responds with a haunting guitar riff. The camera pans from Franġisku to Andrew, capturing the intricate guitar work in close-up. Louis steps closer to the front, his playing synchronised with Andrew's.

Here in the urban jungle,
Where shadows twist and turn,
Beneath the moon's soft glow,
Where lessons we must learn
Are here
Tonight
You heard right
Staring at the skyline,
But the stars remain unseen,
In this city's grasp,
Where truth's always remains a distant dream


Franġisku moves across the stage, interacting with the imagery on the skyscraper LED screens that show gritty reflections of the city and ghostly and shadowy figures in alleyways. His signature raspy vocals fill the hall. The camera follows him closely, switching between full-body shots and close-ups to capture his expressive face and dramatic gestures. Off camera, Andrew and Louis have walked towards the front of the main stage. We then cut to a side shot from the stages left as Franġisku turns to the camera and ducks under one of the beams as he winds his way through the props and steps over another one as he clambers his way through just like a child on monkey bars at the playground. For the last line, he raises his hand and grips onto the beam above him before jumping down, and the camera cuts away to a central view of the stage.

Whispers fill all the dusty alleyways,
Secrets in the air are longing to unravel,
Faces masked under neon lights, hiding all they hold,
A facade of perfection, where lies are often sold.


The chorus erupts with an electric guitar riff, bringing a sudden surge of energy. Bright pyrotechnics explode along the stage edges, and the lights around the stage flash in vibrant colours—reds, oranges, and blues. We have an onstage camera (walking backwards) fixed on Franġisku as he swaggers along the catwalk towards the centre of the rhombus stage, his arms spread wide as he sings. As he sings "where dreams begin to sway" he wobbles his head left to right as if he is becoming possessed and rolls his eyes.

His face is alive with emotion, reflecting the struggle and hope within the lyrics. His eyes are intense, almost piercing, as he connects with the audience. His brows are furrowed, and there's a slight grimace on his face, emphasising the hardship and resilience described in the song. His voice takes on an even more raw, raspy quality, filled with grit and emotion.

The camera then cuts to a railcam shot to capture him from a low angle, making him appear larger-than-life compared to the skyline briefly. Andrew and Louis are now on either side of Franġisku, leaning towards one another, facing Franġisku, their guitars in a synchronised solo that the camera captures in dynamic, fast-paced cuts. Their guitars reflect the neon lights while Alwiġi's drumbeats perforate through the air.

In this maze of streets, where souls lose their way,
Chasing solace in the chaos, where dreams begin to sway. 
Among the shadows and the lost, we find our say,
Hunting for a truth, as dawn breaks day by day.


As the chorus fades and the next verse begins, the lighting shifts to a deeper, darker blue, creating an almost underwater effect. Franġisku moves to the right edge of the rhombus stage ( our left), his body language becoming more intense and urgent. He was in his element. The LED screens behind display images of cityscapes bathed in the eerie glow of streetlights, with shadows stretching long and dark, while the skyline props silhouette perfectly, the LED windows flashing white and grey.

The camera captures a quick close-up of Franġisku's face, highlighting the intensity of his expressions and the raspiness of his vocals. His eyes are the focal point, filled with a mix of resolve and exhaustion, drawing the audience into his emotional journey. His voice is raspyand filled with the grit and experience of living "on the edges."

We have a side-angled shot that follows Franġisku as he moves towards the edge of the stage, giving a dynamic perspective. He extends a hand out towards the audience, his fingers grasping at the air as if trying to pull them into his world.

The camera pulls back to a wide shot, showcasing the entire stage. Andrew and Louis move closer towards the centre of the rhombus stage, their guitars adding a haunting melody that complements Franġisku's gravelly rocker vocals. They exchange glances, their expressions mirroring the intensity and strain of the lyrics. Alwiġi's drumming becomes more insistent, his face set in a mask of concentration as he drives the rhythm forward.

All the while, the stage lighting shifts subtly with the beat, creating a pulsating effect that mirrors the song's rhythm. Occasional flashes of white light punctuate the darkness, synchronised with the drumbeats, symbolising the fleeting moments of clarity in a night that "never wanes." A faint fog begins to roll in from the sides of the stage now, adding a mystique layer and enhancing the nocturnal urban atmosphere.

Living on the edges,
Where night's grip
Never wanes drowning in the rhythm,
Where reality
Strains.
Among the misfits
And the rebels,
We carve our space,
In this urban wilderness,
Where hope finds no embrace.
As dawn breaks day by day


The LED screens behind the skyline props now show images of graffiti-covered walls. Franġisku joins Andrew and Louis at the centre of the rhombus stage. An overhead shot provides a bird's-eye view of the stage before we cut to Alwiġi's drumming. The camera now centres back on Franġisku now as he slowly creeps forward step by step. His face is a canvas of emotion, and his eyes reflect a mix of determination and weariness. His brows are furrowed, and his mouth forms a tight smile.

But behind the glitter and the shine, lies a sombre truth,
Where illusions reign supreme stealing away our youth.
We're all players in this drama each playing our part,
In this chaotic symphony where love's just the start.


We cut to a sweeping full stage shot as the chorus repeats, and the pyrotechnics flare up again, brighter and more intense. The whole stage is a vibrant mix of warm colours, predominantly gold and orange. The lights pulse in time with the music. The LED screens at the very back of the main stage display dynamic visuals of a bustling city at dawn, with rays of sunlight breaking through the skyscrapers. Franġisku, Andrew, and Louis come together at the centre of the rhombus stage, their unity symbolising their shared journey. We have a tight close-up as the camera captures their triumphant expressions. We then transition briefly to Alwiġi's drumming, where he is showing off his skill. We then cut to a full shot of Franġisku as he moves confidently up the stage, engaging with both the camera and the audience, looking to his left and to his right. The camera moves backwards as he moves forwards. His eyes bright with the promise of a new day. His vocals are powerful and raspy, filled with emotion and drive.

So let's sway in the shadows, where the city's pulse beats strong,
In this urban jungle, where resilience belongs.
For in the heart of the darkness, we'll discover our might,
In this city of angels, where dreams ignite.


As the drum beat opens in the next verse, we have a whole stage shot racing forward as the lights violently strobe between black and white. We quickly cut to a stage shot of Franġisku. Half of the stage suddenly goes dark, a wave of cheers fills the audience. Franġisku stands at the dividing line between light and shadow, swaying back and forth between the two. The stage camera follows his every move, tilting as he navigates the contrasting elements. He then raises his left fist to represent his resilience and grips his microphone even more tightly. The dark side now begins to creep into the light side and a pink light appears on his chest right where his heart is and begins to pulsalte. The camera now zooms nearer so we have an upper body shot now as he bends his head down to stare at the light on his chest a look of shock on his face.

In this maze of concrete, where lost souls tread,
Seeking solace in the chaos where dreams are bled. 
Among the castaways and forgotten,
We make our way in search of something real,
In the light of day


The camera does a 360° spin as we cut to Alwiġi on drums as he lifts his drum sticks with force and slams them down before the camera swings off to Andrew and Louis and electric guitar as they spun around, seamlessly blending their intricate melodies. They were both passionate but focussed. The camera work captured their dynamic movements, enhancing the energy and excitement for viewers at home.

We cut to a bird's-eye shot, looking down on Franġisku. The shot starts near and then pulls outwards dramatically as the lights violently strobe around him. Around him a hole opens up on the LED floor. Franġisku's mouth opens wide, almost straining with the effort to convey every ounce of feeling, and the raspiness in his voice highlights the weariness and determination in his journey as he collapses to the ground.

In the light of day


Franġisku holds his note as the camera pulls back into the audience to showcase the entire band and the stunning LED visuals. Pyrotechnics burst from the stage edges and overhead, timed perfectly with the start of the chorus. Franġisku stands centre stage, his posture strong and commanding. He remains animated his head banging back and foerth to the beat. A 360° camera sweep around the stage captures the full energy of the performance, including the audience's reactions as we can see hundreds of flags swaying. The two electric guitars give it their all as they stamp their feet and spin and screech as they play. The stage is lit with vibrant, pulsating lights in shades of bright white and deep blue. Strobe lights follow Franġisku, creating dramatic contrasts and shadows that emphasise his expressions and movements. The LED screens on the skyline props at the back display dynamic, swirling patterns of light and dark, symbolising chaos and the search for truth. Animated sequences on the main stage LESD screen show wandering souls and flickering streetlights.

Blue laser beams crisscross above the stage and into the audience to make the chorus even more lively, creating a web of light. We cut to a spider cam moving from left to right as Franġisku moves energetically across the stage to our right, reaching out towards the audience with his free hand as he sings the first "Hunting for a truth as dawn breaks day by day." His movements are fluid, playful yet powerful. Andrew and Louis join Franġisku at the front of the stage, their guitars slung low as they play intense riffs. Their interactions are dynamic, with synchronised movements and occasional face-offs as the pair break character and smile. A bright white spotlight highlights Alwiġi's drumming at the back. He plays with fierce concentration, his drumming synchronised with the pyrotechnics and lighting effects. Franġisku begins to jump and down to the beat. As the chorus nears its end, the lights dim slightly, and a spotlight focuses on Franġisku. He holds a long, raspy note, his face reflecting the strain and emotion of the performance. The camera zooms in tightly on his face, capturing every detail of his intense expression. As the final note fades, the stage plunges into darkness for a moment, creating a dramatic pause before the next verse begins. 

In this maze of streets, where souls lose their way, 
Chasing solace in the chaos, where dreams begin to sway. 
Among the shadows and the lost, we find our say, 
Hunting for a truth as dawn breaks day by day.
Hunting for a truth as dawn breaks day by day.
Hunting for a truth as dawn breaks day by day.


Silence...

As we fade back in, a powerful close-up shot from above reveals Franġisku lying motionless on the floor as the orchestral part of the song begins. Haunting violins resonate through the arena, creating an eerie atmosphere. He is bathed in a brilliant spotlight, and as the light slowly ascends, it casts a mesmerizing glow. It starts to slowly spin outwards. All around him, on the LED floor, images of cityscapes and urban scenes play out. Franġisku lying motionless on the floor represented a sense of being overwhelmed or feeling disconnected from the hustle and bustle of urban life. Here, he found stillness and solitude sprawled and motionless on the floor. As the scene progresses, actual droplets of water begin to fall on him, the droplets glistening in the spotlight. Ripples radiate out on the LED floor surrounding him, drawing in the viewers once again.

The LEDs begin to fade into leaves and various flowers and plants. The camera continues to pull away towards the ceiling. A small, enigmatic smile breaks out on Franġisku's face before the spotlight fades to black.

The audience erupts into deafening cheers, applause, and chants of "MCG! MCG! MCG!" for the current champions. We cut back to Franġisku, his face shows a blend of joy and exhaustion, his eyes glistening under the stage lights. He raises his right arm high, a huge smile breaking across his face. Andrew and Louis exchange high-fives and hugs, and behind him, their expressions are filled with pride and excitement. Alwiġi, still seated behind his drum kit, stands up and pumps his fists in the air, grinning broadly.

The camera captures tight close-ups of each band member, highlighting their emotional reactions. Franġisku's joyful, tear-filled eyes are shown in a tight shot. Then, it switches to Andrew and Louis's elated faces and finally to Alwiġi’s exuberant celebration behind the drums. The camera pans across the audience, capturing the sea of fans on their feet, waving flags and banners.

The sound is overwhelming, a roaring wave of support and admiration filling the entire arena. Fans wave flags from various countries. The camera zooms in on a group of fans holding a large banner that reads, "We Love Fakawi!" and then pans out to show the sheer volume of the crowd. Breathing heavily and still grinning, Franġisku steps forward, holding the microphone close. "Thank you, Beepee! Thank you so much!" The crowd's cheers intensify, and Franġisku looks around at his bandmates, sharing a moment of unspoken connection and gratitude. "Keep chasing your dreams!"

The camera stays focused on Franġisku as he speaks, his voice full of sincerity and emotion. Quick cutaway shots show Andrew, Louis, and Alwiġi smiling and waving at the crowd, their own joy and gratitude evident. As the band waves and starts to leave the stage, the camera follows them, The performance ends on a high note. They had done WorldVision again and it was as good if not better than the first time! Could it be a second victory for them?
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10. Kinqueven

Postby Kinqueven » Wed May 15, 2024 12:33 pm

10. Kinqueven
Ka Uma - Live On

Tune = Barbara Pravi - Voila


Intro

Welp. That was a total fail last year. Nul points from the televote? Prepostorous! Why Emmie, why? Yeah, that's what I said to my family while watching the show.
So I like to sing. So what? My family has a band. Not that y'all are being rude, but still. I'm scared for it. Xenophobia... right? That's what it is?
You say stardom is easy, hon? Guess what. It ain't. You have millions of people watching you, stalking you, talking to you every damn day, and you think it's fun? NO! But, um, enjoy the show.

The artist

Kayi Umaya, professionally known as Ka Uma, is a 32-year old female living in the city of Amoren. Growing up, her family was quite poor since her dad didn't have a job. At the age of 4, she picked up random sticks outside and pretended she was singing. No one except her family noticed her constant distractions by music on the streets. At the age of 10, Ka started performing in front of people. She even got to land on The Early Day Show at 16. She tried out for WV 112, but it landed with Oanni, who got disqualified. And now, here she is. All ready.
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Performance

Everything is set. The lighting, the dancers, everything.
Ka starts by sitting on the ground knees tucked in. She is in a gray dress.
The dead will fly
But you haven't flown until then
The alive die
And they will cry, your heart won't try

A man that can barely be seen runs onstage and puts his hands on Ka's shoulders. She then stands up.
Life is oh very short
Your life is at trial, at the hell court
But just push through, and you too
Will still...

As the chorus begins, Ka walks forward, the camera backing away.
Live on, live on, live on, live on for your sake
You'll make the last lasting impression, don't break
(don't)

Ka then seems to collapse to the ground, but two backup dancers save her fall.
Black and blues hurt like their music plays so soft
Blood has been coughed
But the pain, it won't exist now
Blood has been coughed

The spotlights turn red and seem to be going crazy. Two strings pulled by the dancers keep tugging Ka back and forth.
Abhorrent matters are hated
Just like your hard life will be berated
It is now all gone
Heaven or hell, your choice, is anything fun
Just take it now, or just live on...

Chorus part repeats, except now Ka is wearing a blue dress
Live on, live on, live on, live on for your sake
You'll make the last lasting impression, don't break
It's true out of the blue, you live on, risk take
Live on, live on, live on
Live on, come on, try it

Ka is now lying on the ground, rocking side to side.
Me, I lived for all my life
Come here, my love, my life's my wife
You live on forever
And then you will never
Part with your soul

The two strings from before make her fly about 15ft in the air. For the rest of the song, she gets twirled around while the backup dancers do some slow and sad dancing.
Supplied with destiny, the breath's still
God's plan kills man's true purpose thrill
My oh my my guy, the flown have not grown
You'll grow the fly if you are pleased to die
If you die, my guy, you try to survive

Keep, keep breathing, you zombie
Your scars on your heart look like ears of donkey
Goodness me, the good one sees
When you are trying to...

Live on, live on, live on, live on for your sake
You'll make the last lasting impression, don't break
That last impression's what really matters, you see
The bleeding of blood is very crimson free
Regards at your funeral with broken knees
Weak cries, my heart will try, because that's my life you flea
I live on, I live on, I live on
Live on, live on
Live on, live on
Live on
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Postby StrayaRoos » Wed May 15, 2024 2:37 pm

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Zak - "Ngalawa dyi (Stay Here)"


Silvester Belt - Luktelk

Music: Zachary Porea
Lyrics: Zachary Porea

The Artist
Zachary Porea, known professionally as Zak, is a Roosian singer-songwriter. He was born and raised in Vedala, a small town of ~800 people an hour away from Richmond, where he moved upon turning eighteen to focus on his music career. In 2023, He graduated from the University of Richmond with a degree in commercial music performance, and started working with smaller artists in collaborations, mainly as a producer and songwriter, but he occasionally contributed vocals, usually in the Dharawal language.
The Song
Ngalawa dyi is Zach's first solo single, as all previous music featuring him has predominantly been collaborations with other Roosian artists. The song describes a sudden breakup, and the character's attempts to change their partner's mind. Ngalawa dyi is the first WorldVision entry to be performed in a Pama-Nyugan dialect, specifically the Dharawal/Dharug language, which is the most commonly spoken of the language group in StrayaRoos (although over 90% of conversational speakers use it as a secondary language).
Before WorldVision
Zach ranked the day when he got the email which said he was representing StrayaRoos as one of the greatest of his life so far. Although at the time he thought it was one of his mates messing with him, but when he checked, and the email seemed perfectly legitimate, it sent him into a state of genuine shock. He'd tried in 103, and submitted for Roovision in 112, and now he'd finally get to show off his music and his first language on the WorldVision stage.

After recovering from the shock of being selected, Zach read the rest of the email. It said various things, like, don’t tell anyone until the press release goes out, he’d have to attend some of the pre parties, he could choose which ones he went to, and other stuff, mostly about NDAs and other legal requirements. The Preparties were the thing that excited him the most. He’d been to a few before, and seen some, um, disasters. Admittedly those were mostly entries from Vartugia, Placely, that type of nation, but there were some from other nations that weren’t run by a crackhead. Hopefully he wouldn’t fall flat. It was also going to be the largest crowd he’s performed in front of, so stage fright was a genuine risk.

Thankfully he didn’t fall flat, or get stage fright. In fact, he thrived. The crowd were infected by the song’s energy, and going off the countless youtuber’s rankings of the performances, he seemed to be among the better acts to perform. And the odds had him above Britonisea, although they didn't seem to exactly be the most reliable source of info, considering Vartugia AND Crustyland were beating out most of the field.

Arriving in Chiton, Zach was met by the sight of a decently-sized mob of Roosian fans. After all, It was only a few hours drive from the border. Pushing through the mob, the realisation hit him. He was here. He was actually at WorldVision, and about to debut not only a new language, but a whole language family. It seriously felt like yesterday that he was another luckless musician trying to hit it big. But now, here he is. About to represent his country on the world stage.

A couple days after arriving in Chiton, it was time for the rehearsals to begin. His previous ideas had been dismissed by rtvS for being ‘too cult-like’ and having ‘too much pyro’. So, he redid his staging to be simple. Dancing and a light show. That’s it. Of course, he needed something to be different from the rest of the Roosian entries that’d come before him. Something that’d be able to make the song memorable after the contest. A tiktok dance perhaps? Yes. That was what he needed.

When Zach woke up in his hotel room, anxiety filled his mind. Today was the day that’d make or break his hopes. The live show. The rehearsals and jury show went fine, but there was still the scary prospect of flopping tonight that would ruin his hopes of winning, or getting into the top 10. Trying his best to ignore it, he got out of bed and made himself a cup of coffee to try and calm his nerves. That helped him a bit. Although he was still nervous, the excitement of being this close to performing at WorldVision was getting to him. He wanted to get to the EcoDome as soon as he could. Even though he was only required to be there at 1:30 ahead of the matinee. He looked up at the clock. 8:42. So he had five hours to waste in the city. It couldn’t be that hard to do, right? Wrong. He kept coming back to the EcoDome, ignoring everything else, his mind was so focused on performing. This continued for about 3 and a half hours before it was finally time to go.
The Performance

  • the translation is at best 80-90% correct, which i find pretty good, considering this is a (pretty much) dead language and all that
  • 'Moon' is pronounced mohn

The stage is pitch black. Zach is standing in the centre, and he's illuminated by a row of blue light. Two of his dancers were standing on either side of him, positioned in a way that their arms point towards him.
Nandiri bayra, Gana bata
Bayaba marri, dali wari
Ngyinyi mondip, mondip'o
Moon dyirrun, moon yadembo

As the refrain starts, the red on the screen rapidly expands to cover both ends of the stage, and the lights beat with the repition of 'Biyal' and 'Karbo'. Zach's dancers crowd around him as the camera zooms in on his face, and he lifts his hand over his head and guides it down, just as the beat drops.
Biyal, biyal, biyal
Moon guawanyi ngyinyi biyal
Nandi karbo, karbo, karbo
Yango ngyinyi nandi karbo

During the second verse, as the beat drops, the blue turns to red, and quite suddenly. The LED screen now displays rows of red-to-black gradients, alternating which end is higher. The camera cuts to one of the dancers, who nods his head back, then forward again, when it focuses on him, then it cuts to Zach, who does the same.
Bulbuwil ngyinyi yandembo ngara
Burudi mobun naway?
Yirran yurora
Yadembo ngabadi moon gurra?

The red-to-black strips start looping around in a way, coming out from the middle of the screen to the left and right sides. The camera pans around the stage, in a sort-of shaky movement, dipping behind the crowd at one point, before looping back up to the centre-view of the stage. Zach and his dancers are standing in a line, sort of pumping their left arms up and down, then when the line "Yadembo ngabadi moon gurra?" is sung, the camera zooms in and focuses on Zach, who lifts his arm to in front of him and shakes his hand, before moving it back, and launching into the chorus.
Ngalawa dyi, Ngalawa dyi
Bulbul ngyinyi ngalawa dyi, ngalawa dyi
Ngalawa dyi, Ngalawa dyi
Bulbul ngyinyi ngalawa dyi, ngalawa dyi

The camera view switches, with the view on the TV broadcast fading out into the next view. The five move to the right, with their hands in a position like they're holding something, then the dancers sway their hips from side to side, pushing their arms out to either direction, before jumping up. Then, at the start of the repititon of the chorus, the camera switches to a front view, which shows the dancers in a V-formation (as in, Zach at the front, two dancers to either side of him), doing the same movement. Then, as the chorus fades, the dancers move to make 'waves' with their arm that's facing towards Zach, who closes his eyes and looks up as the screen begins to 'close' for another camera change
Nandi nandiri
Nandi bunlamun’dya
Ngyinyi ngaluna
Bayaba minyin yanma’o?

The black screen fades out into a view of Zach standing with his right side towards the LED, and his left side towards the camera, as the LED shifts to displaying a circular shape, with a blue light peeking over it. At the end of the verse Zach moves so he's facing the camera, and the dancers jump out as they come into view.
Biyal, biyal, biyal
Moon guawanyi ngyinyi biyal

Entering the refrain, Zach is surrounded by his dancers, who crouch down, facing out towards the audience, and 'bounce' in sync with whenever 'biyal' is said. Meanwhile, Zach is moving his free hand in a way that sorta looks like a half shrug, then he rotates his free hand before lifting it up and kind of 'cutting' the air with it.
Bulbuwil ngyinyi yandembo ngara
Burudi mobun naway?
Yirran yurora
Yadembo ngabadi moon gurra?

The stage turns into the red-to-black strips again, and two of the dancers, the ones closest to Zach crouch onto their knees, and all five on-stage are 'pumping' their shoulders up and down (idk how to describe it better tbh). After 'Yirran Yurora' is sung, the dancers on their knees get up, and the camera shifts away, but it then momentarily cuts back to Zach, who's throwing his arm in front of himself repetitively.
Ngalawa dyi, Ngalawa dyi
Bulbul ngyinyi ngalawa dyi, ngalawa dyi
Ngalawa dyi, Ngalawa dyi
Bulbul ngyinyi ngalawa dyi, ngalawa dyi

The camera dips into the crowd again, and the dancers first put their arms out like they're holding something, then step to one side, and then the other, while moving their arms in a 180º rotation, before eventually stopping that, before starting to hop from side to side, and moving their arms in a motion of one up, and one down, then putting them together in a way that looks like they're reeling from a kick in the chest (not really though). The camera then switches to an angle coming off the floor, where it's shown the dancers switching positions in a well-choreographed way, before cutting back to Zach.
Naway ngabadi myiman gili
Moon nandiri badja?, Moon nandiri badja?
Naway ngabadi myiman gili
Moon nandiri badja?, bayaba me nandiri badja? (nandiri badja?)

The stage turns pitch black again, and the dancers run to Zach and crouch down around him. A blue light expands on the LED screen, as the camera moves to pan around, with the dancers getting up and floating back (think nemo on the spinning thing if you want a visual idea), and the emotion in Zach's voice becomes more clear throughout the verse. Towards the end, the lights start beating, and he approaches the camera, jumping up and down while saying 'nandiri badja?' at the end of the verse, launching the song into a dance break.
Bulbuwil ngyinyi yandembo ngara
Burudi mobun naway?
Yirran yurora
Yadembo ngabadi moon gurra?

During the dance break, he's running on the spot, and rotating around, along with the dancers, and the LED is lit up in a red and blue half and half, split across the top, and the two colours rotating in different directions. Heading into the final pre-chorus and chorus, Zach makes a 'louder' signal with his hand, and the crowd oblidge.
Ngalawa dyi, Ngalawa dyi
Bulbul ngyinyi ngalawa dyi, ngalawa dyi
Ngalawa dyi, Ngalawa dyi (a-ah)
Bulbul ngyinyi ngalawa dyi, ngalawa dyi

The final chorus is more dancing than singing, and the backing track provides most of the vocals, as Zach is doing the same movements as the dancers, with the jumping and swaying, and the lights continue to go crazy around the EcoDome. As the song finishes, Zach yells out "Dadjariguru! Thank You World!"
So suddenly, It’s a lot to swallow
You say we’re done, then move on
You leave now, abandoning me
All this dread, Everything is so quiet

not now, not now, not now
Whatever you say, not now
what’s next, next, next?
Do you know what’s next?

Can you even hear it?
or does it just go away?
so many emotions
What even is love anymore?

Stay here, stay here
Need you to stay here, stay here
Stay here, Stay here
Need you to stay here, stay here

What’s happening now?
What has even changed?
you’re frustrating me
Tell me why you’re leaving?

not now, not now, not now
Whatever you say, not now

Can you even hear it?
or does it just go away?
so many emotions
What even is love anymore?

Stay here, stay here
Need you to stay here, stay here
Stay here, Stay here
Need you to stay here, stay here

Now we’ve extinguished our flame
What went wrong?, what went wrong?
Now we’ve extinguished our flame
What went wrong?, Tell me what went wrong? (went wrong?)

Can you even hear it?
or does it just go away?
so many emotions
What even is love anymore?

Stay here, stay here
Need you to stay here, stay here
Stay here, Stay here
Need you to stay here, stay here
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13 - Cassanges! Lucy Réko! :clap:


Nation Name: Republic of Cassanges
Official Broadcaster: Télévision Nationale de la République de Cassanges (TNRC)
Song Title: des moments inoubliables
Artist(s) Name(s): Lucy Réko

Tune: growing up is getting old - VICTORIA


photos par Lucy Réko :

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Postby Beepee » Wed May 15, 2024 9:11 pm

Host Intervention

I am Tom Fullery, and I am your Host... but you already knew that!

WorldVision hosts are a special bunch, they have to corral all the national delegations, call up each national jury, speak 41 million different languages, know everything about WorldVision and do some fast math when the producer can't add 17 to 97.

Speaking of Ninety-seven, did you know the 97th edition of WorldVision was the only previous contest held in Beepee.

The host that evening was Harry Balsac.

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<<a short video clip plays of Harry Balsac reading the rules at WV97>>


Things have come a long way since then. We use Excel now instead of pen and paper.

I'm delighted to say that Harry Balsac is here with us tonight.

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Tom: "Hello Harry, what were your memories of that contest all those years ago?".

Harry: "I remember being so scared, and clinging on for dear life as the votes came in... hopefully it won't be as scary for you tonight!"

Tom: "Certainly! Well you're a national treasure! Enjoy the show!"




We're thirteen entrants in to tonight's show, and I'm sure you'll agree it's been something!

If you've been loving it as much as I have, you’ll be excited to learn about the IBA WorldVision App.

On the App you can chat with like-minded men, learn all about the history of WorldVision and the World Hit Festival, and take part in fun games.

Why just yesterday I was on the App thinking - what am I doing? Am I insane? Why am I here?

Yes, the WorldVision App is where its at!

So download the app now for a fuller WorldVision experience.

Let's carry on as we have our next entrant ready to take to the stage. It's United Mandaran States.
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Postby United Mandaran States » Wed May 15, 2024 11:41 pm



UNITED MANDARAN STATES || #14CAKRANEGARA GILI ANAKAN MANGUWIRAJYA PEMECUTAN PETANG ISLANDS RARUNGAN SORACANA ISLANDS TOLUIWA
Trisna Mirayani
Tak Ingin Lagi
Lyric: Dewi Sri Andini, Priambudi | Music: Hendra Gunawan, Jaya Laksana

Tune: Zedd & Kehlani - Good Thing


It's like wearing a new skin. That is how the delegation of United Mandaran States feels as they arrive at Chiton, Beepee for the 114 WorldVision Song Contest. Starting their journey in WSC from the 84th edition, 3 constituent states within the country have had participated in the contest at least once. With other state compete under the same banner. Pemecutan have participated the most and reached their best position at the 90th edition where they reached 3rd. And that was the only time that they get placement in the top 3.

After the unification, many changes have happened. The most prominent one is the change in the broadcasting institution that represents United Mandaran. While they were 3 public broadcasters present in WSC competition, now there is only one. MBU, Mandaran Broadcasting Union. This new institution continuing the legacy to participating in any event held by IBA. One of them is WorldVision Song Contest. Although MBU intend to establish a national competition where all 8 states will compete for a place in WorldVision Song Contest, but the plan is not running yet. While the officials are eager for United Mandaran to compete as soon as possible to make their comeback to the competition. So, they agree to create some panel that will select the song to be United Mandaran entry in WorldVision Song Contest until the national competition come to life. And for the 114 WorldVision Song Contest, the panel select Trisna Mirayani's song, 'Tak Ingin Lagi' to be United Mandaran entry.




Trisna Mirayani (28) was born in Pemedilan, Pemecutan from a broken family. She was raised by her mother after they divorced. She has a little brother who was raised by her father. Her relationship with her father was strained as he was seldom to visit her. But Mirayani later reconcile with her father. She even taking care of him until he died in 2022. As a child, Mirayani was quite an introvert. It was due to her being left alone by her mother to work to support them both. She then starts to take some hobbies from drawing to singing. She focusses herself on drawing while singing in her free time. Although she likes to pursue her career as a painter, her mother object her decision. She was forced to enter Puri University majoring in Economy and Business. Her mother hope that she can replace her in the little company that her mother build. But Mirayani was not interested in business. Her study was sometimes neglected as she was focusing on music and drawing especially after her mother cut her tuition money knowing that she still drawing. But she was glad that she can live her life from her hobbies. She took a break from university to attend singing competition in Ubung where she came second. And later, she was offered a contract from small label company which made her took a drastic move to quite college much to her mother dismay.

She pursues her career in singing and release her first single in 2019 as a duo. The song, 'Mencoba Setia' success to catch the attention and help the sale of the duo's first album which was release afterwards. The duo releases a second album in 2024 to a mild success. But after her partner decided to quit music when she got married, Mirayani decided to take a solo career. She releases her first solo album called 'Trisna is Me' in early 2027. The album title is a rebranding of her image from a duo into a solo singer. The song 'Tak Ingin Lagi' is the first single from the album.




'Tak Ingin Lagi' is a song about a strained relationship between two person and how the women want to break up even though the men beg to stay. Dewi Sri Andini and Priambudi as the songwriters take the inspiration from both experience with their friends' bad relationship.
There are many relationships that didn't go well. Some end in good terms but others not. Some wants to come back to their partners, and some have had it enough. We select some of their experience and make it into the song. And I'm glad that Mirayani is very open with this kind of theme. And I think she is perfect for the song.

- Dewi Sri Andini -





Ku diam membisu dan kau pun berbuat semaumu
I'm silent and you do whatever you want

Dan saat ku marah kau hanya bisa membuang muka
And when I'm angry you can only look away

Apakah ini yang kita namakan hubungan?
Is this what we call a relationship?

Awalnya sayang tapi sekarang hanya tinggal luka
At first it was affectionate but now it's just a wound


Cukup sudah, hentikanlah
Enough is enough, stop it

Cinta kita tlah binasa
Our love has perished

Untuk apa pertahankan
Why maintain it?


Jangan kau memohon lagi
Don't beg anymore

Jangan mengharap lagi
Don't hope anymore

Cinta untukmu ku buang jauh
Love for you has already thrown away

Tak ingin ku melihat lagi
I don't want to see it again

Janganlah kau datang lagi
Don't come any more

Jangan kau meminta lagi
Don't ask again

Cinta untukmu sudah membeku
Love for you has already frozen

Tak ingin ku mengulang lagi
I don't want to repeat it again

Ku tak ingin lagi
I don't want any more


Slalu ku mengalah tapi sikapmu tak jua berubah
I always give in but your attitude never changes

Semua yang kulakukan selalu kau anggap salah
Everything I do you always think is wrong

Apa kau kira dirimu selalulah benar? ho…oh…
Do you think you are always right? ho...oh...

Muak ku sudah dengan hubungan yang seperti ini
I'm fed up with this kind of relationship


Untuk apa pertahakan
What's the point of holding on?

Cinta kita tlah memudar
Our love has faded away

Lebih baik putus saja
It's better to just break up


Jangan kau memohon lagi
Don't beg anymore

Jangan mengharap lagi
Don't hope anymore

Cinta untukmu ku buang jauh
Love for you has already thrown away

Tak ingin ku melihat lagi
I don't want to see it again

Janganlah kau datang lagi
Don't come any more

Jangan kau meminta lagi
Don't ask again

Cinta untukmu sudah membeku
Love for you has already frozen

Tak ingin ku mengulang lagi
I don't want to repeat it again

Ku tak ingin lagi
I don't want any more


Terimalah kenyataan
Accept reality

Sampai sini cinta kita
This is where our love ends

Tak perlu kau perjuangkan
You don't need to fight


Jangan kau memohon lagi
Don't beg anymore

Jangan mengharap lagi
Don't hope anymore

Cinta untukmu ku buang jauh
Love for you has already thrown away

Tak ingin ku melihat lagi
I don't want to see it again

Janganlah kau datang lagi
Don't come any more

Jangan kau meminta lagi
Don't ask again

Cinta untukmu sudah membeku
Love for you has already frozen

Tak ingin ku mengulang lagi
I don't want to repeat it again

Ku tak ingin lagi
I don't want any more
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Capital: Gili Tangkong and Jading | Population: 36.9 million
Trigram: UMS | Demonym: Mandaran

Constituent States
Cakranegara, Gili Anakan, Manguwirajya, Pemecutan, Petang Islands, Rarungan, Soracana Islands, Toluiwa

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Postby Beepee » Thu May 16, 2024 3:31 am

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15. BEEPEE




The city of Chiton at the base of the Catenham Hills, has changed so much over the past few years.

The Avenue is an unremarkable street in the CBD. The Avenue is a narrow cobblestoned street with small brick buildings, shops, cafes and offices, which the modern skyscrapers tower over.

The Avenue is still busy, even at this time of day. The smell coffee wafts from cafes and the sound of people making their way into the offices and shops that line the street is deafening.

The Cozy Bookstore is an intriguing shop on The Avenue. It invites curious minds to slowly walk through the dusty shelves, fingering the spines of leather-bound books and rubbing the yellowed aged paper between their fingers. Dark wooden shelves, filled with a myriad of long forgotten titles, one offs, and historical texts.

In a snug nook sipping a hazelnut latte and clutching a copy of an old leather bound book is Gigi Zahors.

She hasn't looked at what the book is simply picked it up, in the hopes she can have a few hours to herself between the rehearsals.

Back in WorldVision 101, in Lipa, Besen, Gigi had represented Beepee. Her song "Fade to Black", about the end of a romance following unfaithfulness was a career highlight for Gigi. Although she had finished 16th, almost 100 points behind the winner from Ertzei Kishim, it was a great memory. Coming 16th was a respectable achievement, particularly against some of the powerhouses of WorldVision, but it hadn't been the launchpad she had envisioned.

Since then, her career had floated by her, a series of small gigs in intimate venues keeping her busy but never quite bringing her the recognition or success.

This, she feared, could be her last chance. She sipped her coffee.

Although Chiton was bustling with WorldVision fans, the book store was quiet inside. Peaceful solitude for, at least,ten minutes, she hoped. Outside the bookstore, a gaggle of WorldVision tourists, Kalosians maybe, chuntered and pointed, looking for one of the nearby attractions.

Gigi checked the spine of the book "Diaries of a Pioneer Miner" by Saul T. Mynor. The gold leaf writing was faded on the cracked red leather spine. She didn't care for it the book, she just wanted to be alone, but she opened it anyway. A waft of musty, old, dusty paper filled her senses.




"Diaries of a Pioneer Miner" was first published in 1905, after being discovered well preserved beneath the floorboards in during a redevlopment in the city. Written in the mid 1850s, the diary details young Saul T. Mynor’s life as a miner during the early days of Chiton's mining industry. Little is known of Mynor beyond of the diary.

Chapter 1: Arrival in Catenham

The journey to Catenham was long and arduous, marked by rickety trains and dusty trails that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon. As I stepped off the final train at Chiton Station, I was greeted by a landscape that was both promising and forbidding. The distant hum of activity from the mines was a constant reminder of the town's lifeblood, while the rugged beauty of the Catenham Hills loomed protectively over the fledgling settlement. My heart swelled with a mix of hope and trepidation as I took my first steps on the soil that would become my new home.

Chiton, in those days, was a town caught between the past and the future. The main street was lined with wooden buildings that bore the marks of rapid construction, hastily erected to accommodate the influx of fortune-seekers like myself. The air was thick with the smell of fresh lumber and the acrid tang of coal smoke from the blacksmith's forge. Horse-drawn carts clattered along the cobblestone streets, their wheels kicking up clouds of dust that danced in the afternoon sun. It was a scene of bustling activity and raw potential, a place where dreams were both made and shattered.

My first order of business was to find lodging, and I soon secured a room at Mrs. Hargrove's boarding house, a modest establishment on the edge of town. The house was a creaking, weather-beaten structure, but it offered a warm bed and a hearty meal, luxuries I had learned not to take for granted. Mrs. Hargrove herself was a stern but kindly woman, her face etched with the lines of hard-earned wisdom. She welcomed me with a no-nonsense attitude, swiftly showing me to my room and outlining the rules of the house. I could tell she had seen many men like me come and go, each with their own story and their own aspirations.

That evening, as I sat down to my first supper in Chiton, I was joined by a group of fellow boarders, all miners at different stages of their journey. There was John, a burly man with a booming laugh who had been in the mines for nearly a decade; Tom, a wiry young fellow fresh off the train like myself; and Old Pete, whose grizzled beard and weathered skin spoke of a lifetime spent underground. Our conversations over that meal were filled with tales of the mines, of strikes and riches, of dangers and losses. It was a sobering initiation into the world I was about to enter.

As night fell, I retired to my small room, the sounds of the town slowly quieting around me. Lying in bed, I listened to the creaks and groans of the old house, mingled with the distant clamor of the mining operations that never truly ceased. Sleep came fitfully, my mind a whirl of anticipation and uncertainty. Tomorrow would be my first day underground, a step into the unknown that would forever change the course of my life. Little did I know then the trials and triumphs that awaited me in the depths of the Catenham Hills.





The book was intriguing. From the snug she looked outside, it was late May, autumn was here. A cool gusty of breeze rustled the dried leaves in the small park across the street.

She thought about the paragraphs she had just read, Sauls first night in a new town, filled with hope and expectation at the fortunes that could be made. The fears he might have.

She thought about herself. The song she was going to perform in just a couple of days "Until Daylight", was her song. Personal to her, her feelings and her emotions. Her decline, her despair. A place she desperately wanted to avoid and fight through. She wanted it to be hopeful... to cling on and everything would be better in the morning. It was, sometimes, it wasn't, at othertimes.

She thought again of Saul. She wondered what else might be in the book, the darkness of the mines, the loneliness of a new city. How did he ge through it all.

Another group of tourists, maybe Achaean. Accents are so hard to pick up, she thought.

She started reading again.

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Alina - "Es Tut Mir Leid"

"Until Daylight"
Performed by
Gigi Zahors


As the house lights dim in the EcoDome, anticipation grows amongst the fans in ferverent expectation. SONG 15 - BEEPEE. The locals had been so excited to see this performance.

Their girl, Gigi Zahors, was known to some hardcore fans. Her previous song "Fade to Black" was still occasionally played on the local schlager stations. But no one had really heard of her since then.

In the darkness, stage hands rush onto stage a circular platform. Flat and dark.

A makeup artist applies a little de-sheen on one of Gigi's cheeks, sorts an errant flick of hair, and then goes off stage.


A stage hand leads Gigi onto the giant flat disc, and then leaves.

In her in-ear monitor she can hear the music being cued up. She exhales. Shakes the nerves from her shoulders.

The audience's PixMob LED bracelets start to glow softly in a synchronized blue hue, creating a serene, starry-night ambiance.

The giant curved widescreen on the main stage flickers to life, displaying a slow, sunset over a darkened landscape, setting the mood for the song's introspective journey.

The backing track begins, the gentle backing vocals eerily ringing out through the cavernous arena.

The camera zooms in on the Gigi. She’s dressed in a little black dress with subtle, shimmering details that catch the light.

As she sings the opening lines, "Evening's here, in the winter time, It's been that way since Ninetynine," her voice is quiet and tender with a hint of sadness, gentle smoke begins to rise around Gigi, adding to the wispy, dreamlike scenario she finds herself in.

Evening's here, in the winter time,
It's been that way since Ninetynine,
The sun's been setting slowly in my heart.


And she sings the next lines "I tried running towards the west, Thought it might stop the sunset"... the giant flat disc upon which Gigi stands slowly starts to turn.  Gigi begins slowly walking maintaining her position on the disc.  It adds a sense of movement which is carried through the next verses.  Her dress sparkles under the lights of the stage.

I tried running towards the west,
Thought it might stop the sunset,
But all I got was further from the start.

Ten thousand miles, ain't close enough,
Waiting for you to get back to Love,
But somehow I know you will never come.


When the chorus begins with "Until daylight. I hold on tight," the stage lighting shifts dramatically. Pure white spotlights sweep across the arena, while the audience's bracelets pulse in shades of white and pale blue, mimicking twinkling stars.

Behind Gigi, on the giant LED screen, pictures of swirling constellations float around.

Gigi continues moving slowly, with the spinning disc. Her emotions are raw and visible as tears well up in his eyes, as the chorus comes to an end.

Until daylight.
I hold on tight,
And tears, they pool so deeply in the corner of my eyes.
I try to fight,
Demons inside.
Chase away the monsters from the corners of my mind.
Until daylight.
Until daylight.


The LEDs change to a show the sun rising, a hopeful glow.

As Gigi's sings, "So as I wait for the sun to rise, For tomorrow, my paradise," she stops walking, and the disc slowly pulls her across the stage, circling round. 

So as I wait for the sun to rise,
For tomorrow, my paradise,
I think about the things I won't become.


The  spinning disc comes to a stop,  as Gigi sings the next verse. The tears which filled her eyes, are still bubbling under the surface.  The raw emotion of the lyrics hitting her hard.

The audience in the EcoDome is almost silent watching the performance in front of them. As they soak in the emotion of the performance, their LED bracelets start to glow softly in a yellow.

I keep holding on,
Keep trying to be strong,
Find one more reason to keep belief,
I tell myself that light will bring relief.


For the chorus, the beams of orange and yellow light spreading out from the center stage, spread across the whole if the stage and the curved LED, bathing the arena in the colors of dawn.   The audience's bracelets now creating a warm glow in bright yellows. 

Gigi moves off the disc and up the runway of the stage.  Walking towards the very front of the stage.

Until daylight
I hold on tight,
And tears, they pool so deeply in the corner of my eyes.
I try to fight,
Demons inside.
Chase away the monsters from the corners of my mind.
Until daylight.
Until daylight.


As Gigi sings "When the day finally comes, with the break of the dawn," the pyrotechnics team springs into action. Small bursts of golden sparks erupt from the sides of the stage.

Gigi has reached the rectangular stage, is surrounded by the warming glow created by the lights.

Her voice is becoming stronger although if you would look deeply within her eyes you would see she is barely holding on.

The partisan audience begins to swell to support her as the final chorus approaches.

When the day finally comes, with the break of the dawn,
And I rise from this bed, all my fears will be gone
But until that day comes, whilst I wait for that morn,
I'll fight t'wards that light, whence I can be reborn


Gigi stands tall, her voice powerful and resolute.

The LED screens behind her show the sunrise over a vast landscape.

The smoke machines create a misty atmosphere that catches the light beams, making them visible as they slice through the air.

Until daylight
I hold on tight,
And tears, they pool so deeply in the corner of my eyes.
I try to fight,
Demons inside.
Chase away the monsters from the corners of my mind.
Until daylight.
Until daylight.


As the song draws to a close with "Until daylight. Until daylight," the visuals slowly fade to a serene, bright morning sky.

Gigi stands stands at the front of the stage, bathed in light.

There is relief at the performancebeing over and that she was able to keep it together.

The audience’s bracelets begin to twinkle, instructing the audience to applaud loudly.

The audience are happy that the home town singer has performed well and theyre hopeful that the voting juries might like it.
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16. Antahbrantahstan

Will i make an entry? God knows
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Postby Waisnor » Thu May 16, 2024 8:01 am

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WAISNOR


Eva - Sestrichki/Tune: Medina - Danser For Mig Selv


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Eva Zakharova, who shortened her name to Eva since she began her musical career, already put her name on the map of Waisnorian music. She is well known due to being one of the first open LGBTQ+ singers in Waisnor, since she admitted to being a lesbian and doesn't attempt to hide it, sometimes including lyrics hinting towards her sexuality in her songs. Even if Waisnor is much more LGBTQ+ tolerant than the rest of Eastern Europe, seeing a lesbian represent them in Worldvision would definitely be an interesting sight...

Moving on to the performance, Eva appeared on stage, calmly walking to the center of the stage as the first notes of the song played. She was wearing a red T-shirt and a black leather jacket paired with black pants. Meanwhile, a red line representing a heartbeat appeared in the background.

Я помню, как мы три года назад в парке встречались
I remember how we met three years ago in the park

Ходили в кафе, ложились в постель и вновь расставались
We went to a cafe, were together in bed and parted again

Прости, что так долго тянула с ответом
Sorry for taking so long to respond

Я просто не могла понять...
I just couldn't understand...


After this verse, the light on the stage became much larger, and the singer herself suddenly fell onto the stage, where she lay down parallel to the image of another girl. As the song began to approach the chorus, Eva and the painted girl seemed to hold hands.

Но теперь плевать на все, на всё согласна
But now I don’t care about anything, I agree to everything

Я приму твою любовь, всё не напрасно
I will accept your love, it's not in vain

Пусть на нас смотрит народ, нам не будет стыдно
Let the people look at us, we will not be ashamed

Играть в прятки на хочу, это очевидно
I don’t want to play hide and seek, it’s obvious


As the chorus began, the singer walked back onto the stage as another line, this time blue, appeared in the background. This line gradually began to wrap around the red line of the heartbeat until they became almost single. At this time, Eva began her energetic dance, gradually moving around the stage.

Так что можно отдохнуть, словно две сестрички
So we can relax like two sisters

Провести с тобой всю ночь, уснуть в электричке
Spend the whole night with you, fall asleep on the train

А потом будет рассвет нашей новой жизни
And then there will be the dawn of our new life

Знаю я, что всё окей, девочка, не кисни
I know that everything is okay, girl, don't be sour


Now it was time to perform a new chorus, and the background gradually turned from black to white, the blue line finally merged into the red and now the heartbeat was reflected by the purple line. In addition, this line began to be attacked from above and below by lines of various colors.

Пускай говорят, что нашим мечтам не суждено сбыться
Let them say that our dreams are not destined to come true

Что мы - грешницы, что Бог нас найдет, от него не укрыться
That we are sinners, that God will find us, there is no hiding from him

Я устала бояться этих странных заветов
I'm tired of being afraid of these strange covenants

Нам ни к чему их исполнять...
There is no need for us to fulfill them...


Before the verse was repeated before the chorus, Eva’s shadow appeared on the stage and seemed to begin to move away from the singer to the left. Another shadow was still waiting there, again the girl one, and when the chorus became very close, the shadows of the girls hugged each other.

Но теперь плевать на все, на всё согласна
But now I don’t care about anything, I agree to everything

Я приму твою любовь, всё не напрасно
I will accept your love, it's not in vain

Пусть на нас смотрит народ, нам не будет стыдно
Let the people look at us, we will not be ashamed

Играть в прятки на хочу, это очевидно
I don’t want to play hide and seek, it’s obvious


During the chorus, the purple heartbeat line continued to move forward, and the lines of other colors that attacked it began to break against it. At the same time, the dance of two shadows began to be shown on stage, which correlated with Eve’s dance, which she again began to dance with the chorus.

Так что можно отдохнуть, словно две сестрички
So we can relax like two sisters

Провести с тобой всю ночь, уснуть в электричке
Spend the whole night with you, fall asleep on the train

А потом будет рассвет нашей новой жизни
And then there will be the dawn of our new life

Знаю я, что всё окей, девочка, не кисни
I know that everything is okay, girl, don't be sour


After this chorus, there was a short break, Eva began to slowly approach the edge of the stage, and the shadows of the girls dispersed again and both began to approach the singer too. Meanwhile, the first line of the chorus echoed throughout the hall and its volume increased as it approached the chorus.

Так что можно отдохнуть, словно две сестрички
So we can relax like two sisters

Провести с тобой всю ночь, уснуть в электричке
Spend the whole night with you, fall asleep on the train

А потом будет рассвет нашей новой жизни
And then there will be the dawn of our new life

Знаю я, что всё окей, девочка, не кисни
I know that everything is okay, girl, don't be sour


Now, the performance was over, and so, Eva bowed down to the audience, also sending an air kiss to her fiancee back in Waisnor, saying: "Thank you, everybody! Thank you, Yulia! I love you all!"
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81 = 18th/34
82 = 22nd/31
83 = 27th/41
84 = 15th/27
85 = 20th/28
86 = 14th/32
87 = 14th/36
88 = 24th/32
89 = 16th/37
90 = 8th/35
91 = 9th/30
92 = 8th/29
93 = 4th/25
94 = 14th/28
95 = 15th/27
96 = 8th/34
97 = 6th/25
98 = 23rd/31
99 = 6th/38
100 = 12th/51
101 = 24th/32
102 = 10th/30
103 = 2nd/26
104 = 11th/26
105 = 6th/31
106 = 5th/25
107 = 21st/37
108 = 9th/32
109 = 11th/21
110 = 14th/27
111 = 5th/29
112 = 7th/25
113 = 7th/24
114 = 12th/20

51 = 10th/20
52 = 19th/24
53 = 11th in the semifinal/33


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18. MIMETICA

Postby Mimetica » Thu May 16, 2024 8:58 am


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18
MIMETICA

WILMA FINGERDOO
SNOW WHITE

MUSIC & LYRICS
☆WILMA HOUTINGS☆

TUNE


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Mimetican performer Wilma Fingerdoo is large and in charge, curvaceous and vivacious. The few Mimeticans in the arena cheer for her while she is being carried, lying in a bathtub, onto the stage. She wears a white, flowing gown with lace. Six crew members lift their fingers, and count to three before they heave the prop and Wilma Fingerdoo onto the stage. Exhausted, the men almost fall over, but manage to catch themselves by stumbling into each other. She does a few runs like a pterodactyl, shattering the sound barrier. The crowd is perplexed. While she is waiting for the performance to start, Wilma almost falls asleep.


VERSE 1
Stuck in tunnel vision with my cherry pie
Hey you, are you still looking for a housewife?
I fear my end is near
And I will shed a tear
If you won’t be my dear
C’mon get over here


The performance starts with the camera flying over the bathtub from above. The lighting is pink. Wilma Fingerdoo collects herself and slowly climbs out of the bathtub. She almost tumbles and has to steady herself. Her voice cuts through the air like a blade, but she is not sharp, she manages to stay on pitch. As she emerges on stage she stands and stares into the camera as a tear rolls down her face and a topless man with abs appears next to her.


CHORUS
I’m waiting for your kisses, your Snow White, be my prince
Begging on my knees, I aim to please
“I’ll give you a show”
Give you a show-oh
Give you a show-oh
Begging on my knees, I aim to please
“I’ll give you a show”


Wilma Fingerdoo tries to catch his attention, but the man remains uninterested. She supposes that she needs to impress him somehow. She promises to give him a show and does a little dance. The man shakes his head.


VERSE 2
C’mon, please, gimme a hickey
Got some time for a quickie?
I can make you go ah-ah
Say if you wanna go raw-raw
You can blow some steam, you know, I’ll blow your world
‘Cause I’m really your biggest fan
Now, please, break that goddamn curse


Wilma becomes more desperate, offering the man other "favors". The man seems somewhat entertained, wondering what the curse might be. He still doesn't want to kiss Wilma on her mouth though, and asks her if the finger will do.


BRIDGE
From a kiss to pound town
Break the bed, I can last rounds
I’m precious, no really, gimme a ring
For your kiss, I’d try every kink
Don’t leave, tell me, and I’ll do it!
Fulfill your every wish, voulez-vous it!
(Oh-oh-oh-oh!)


Eager to convince the man, Wilma starts to twerk before she falls to her knees. The man almost leaves but Wilma somehow manages to persuade him to stay with her antics.


CHORUS
I’m waiting for your kisses, your Snow White, be my prince
Begging on my knees, I aim to please
“I’ll give you a show”
Give you a show-oh
Give you a show-oh
Begging on my knees, I aim to please (Uh-uh!)
“I’ll give you a show!” (Oh!)


Both of them start to dance together with a waltz, however, Wilma struggles to follow his steps. As the song ends, the man kisses Wilma Fingerdoo out of pity. However, once kissed, Wilma Fingerdoo's curse seems to be lifted. She seems to have lost half of her weight and looks like an angelic princess. The cameras zoom out and pyrotechnics mimic a firework.


After her performance, Wilma cheers and she and the man sing a huge "thank you" into the microphone. The man carries her off-stage.
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Postby Jencilland » Thu May 16, 2024 9:20 am

19~~Jencilland~~#JEL

"Wa Qal Baatre"

Artist: Ye eMayann

Language: Jencillandi, English

Hulaare by Shahat Gill
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Postby Achaean Republic » Thu May 16, 2024 5:50 pm

20| Achaean Republic
Yadira Polanco - "Yo Lo Sé”
Tune: Jessica Cristina-Sé Como Duele


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Yadira Polanco readied her accordion next to the guiro, an element of típico merengue music that her father taught her when she was young. The güiro was fine to use as a scraper (and doubled as an awkwardly violent back scratcher, as her desperate uncle found out the hard way), but the accordion was a tad uncomfortable to use at church, during Mass, when people were singing their praises to the Virgin with delicate precision…and the vacuous sound of the accordion could be heard at a distance, in the back of the pews, coming from a young, fire-haired girl wearing a sparkling summer dress. This was a traditionalist church, one that still had the pre-Vatican hymnals embossed in between the pews; the one that refused to adapt itself to the times and realize that the vernacular was in, the new sounds were in, protest music could be sacralized both sing the praises of Jesus Christ and reflect the social ills facing poor and rural Achaeans in the countryside—poverty, corruption, infidelity, clientelism, cronyism. An accordion was only a distraction; what mattered was the wordplay, the double entendres, and the sarcasm that was bitingly efficient at hiding what the masses truly felt about the elites.

Merengue did much of the heavy lifting in the Polanco-Rivera household. Yadira’s father, Moisés Emanuel, arrived as an illegal immigrant in a yola, a small boat headed to Puerto Rico from the Dominican Republic escaping the vestiges of the Trujillo Regime, but for some reason ended up diverting to the shores of Cimarrón, a small city in northern Rosario Island that was also protected under the Bosque Nacional de la Ciénaga, the swampy, forested marshland that covers a fourth of the island and—for some reason—protected the country. Eulalia, his girlfriend, carried a young baby in her bosom, hiding in the marshland for weeks. This led them to face the dangers of the marshland until traveling to Rosario for safety, where he, for some fortuitous brush with destiny, managed to find a friend of a friend that had a furniture store near the Colonial Zone. This furniture store became the family’s salvation, and the main reason they could afford Yadira’s shiny accordion.

Despite growing up in the Achaean Republic at a time social convulsions agitated the presence of Cubans and Dominicans in Rosario Island (what with the Cuban Revolution and all), Yadira never forgot the power of the roots. This is the beauty of the Caribbean when things are working right: There is always a mixture of ideas, passions, flavors, and music above it all. When she was finally able to secure Achaean citizenship, she was able to travel back and forth from the Dominican Republic and enjoying the music.

Maybe the time has come to provide that music to WorldVision.




The Achaean delegation has always been hesitant to portray tropical and urban music like salsa, merengue, and bachata to WorldVision because, in the eyes of many untrained ears to Latin music, it all sounds the same even though it isn’t. But it’s hard to convince the eyes and ears of the Multiverse if people are convinced that a thing is true. For this reason, the Achaean delegation has strived hard to provide alternative elements and subversions to its musical repertoire to prove that the dual-island country can provide more things than just reggaeton and generalized chaos and overt sexuality. Now, the third-place finish at home with Lorenzo Bacci’s bolero in Puerto Ámbar inspired the Achaean delegation to try their hand with merengue, a genre popular for parties and generalized debauchery, but not well known far from its home in the Spanish-speaking Caribbean. Yadira was a well-known merenguera in Rosario and the Islas Fortuna chain, but has always struggled to break into the bubble. Well, that was about to change with Ya Lo Sé (“I Already Know”), a nineties-style throwback merengue song that has charmed listeners who aimed for nostalgia and a dose of second-wave feminism. In it, she describes her emotions after a painful breakup and the expectations of what her “appropriate” behavior should be. More than an indictment, Yadira reflects honesty, the value of her lyrics and the questions that portray Achaean society through music and dance. Who says merengue can’t be political?




The stage was enormous! There were so many rings, things, and thing-a-ma-jigs that the Achaean delegation could play with! Given their track record for sultry and sensual performances, however, it was important to distinguish themselves in the Multiversal stage once again. Placement is key for this performance—there needed to be enough intimacy for the Multiversal television watcher to enjoy the performance in the same way as a visit to the local colmado or a tropical nightclub could enjoy, but also emphasize the dynamic and apotheotic nature of stadium broadcasting. This was a dizzying experience for Yadira, whose only major performance involved a three-night string at the AmbiDextra Arena in Rosario (you might know this as Arena del Sol from WorldVision 76, which was renamed in 2022 after the death of Marlene “AmbiDextra” Brown Vizcarra, legendary pop and soca singer that represented the Achaean nation in WordVision 75). However, it was important to showcase the nostalgia of the tropical nineties when Yadira began to develop her passion for a particular style of merengue homebrewed in the Achaean Republic.

Yadira wore a short black cocktail dress she found on a Burlington Coat Factory in Corola City. (Who knew Burlington could carry such iconic fashion statements?) She also had black heels that laced up her calves to the knees like a Roman gladiator, giving her at least two or three inches of height, enough to tower over most of the audience on the side, but not much to feel as if she might be swallowed whole by the expansive stage. She was in the middle diamond (or rhombus?) with the common elements of a home country merengue orchestra: a man playing in his Casio keyboard he bought from a local Christian bookstore/music shop; two back-up singers with different types of textured hair, one of them with a metal güiro in her hand, while another one used her palms to keep track of the beat; a man playing the trumpet; another one playing the drums and the conga, banging at each of the three instruments with precision it almost appeared as if he were truly banging at the drums. It was interesting to watch how the flags surrounded them amidst the people in the massive stage.
As the song began and the flags waved, a bird’s eye view of the stage saw Yadira and the delegation as small as hermits or little ants. Quickly, she was planted in the middle of the stage, grabbing her corded microphone reminiscent of the microphones used in the nineties. (Unlike other performers, the use of a corded microphone severely limited her movements; however, it managed to portray that shabby-chic realism that made her stage presence look as relatable as a visit to a nightclub instead of a stadium concert.) She needed to portray emotion and dejection while singing a “happy” tune. Ironic.

Siento un cansancio, una depresión
Oculta dentro de mi corazón
Ayer te fuiste y la decepción
Rompió el alma que una vez vencí
Ésta, mi cama, me acomodará
El rumbo pobre de quien no sabe llorar
No sería justo aceptarlo más
Pobre deseo inmortal


For the first and third verses of this following bridge, the camera would show the back-up crew and the dancers in a forty-five-degree angle (their sung words could be heard in parentheses below). The LED screens behind them featured musical items like maracas, panderetas, congas, drums, and open-and-closed doors, signifying the end of a broken relationship. There were also thought bubbles that said “YO LO SÉ” in Spanish, but also with other languages like English, French, German, Arabic, Britoish, Klingon, and others. These passed the screen from left-to-right, and the diamond (or rhombus?) center stage kept showcasing these words. Yadira, on the other hand, kept moving around the stage reacting to the feedback from the Beepeean audience.

(Todos me culpan que no fui firme)
Ya lo sé, ya lo sé, ya lo sé
(Todos me dicen que será distinto)
Ya lo sé, ya lo sé, ya lo sé


It was time for Yadira to move to the front of the stage. The Spidercam saw a left-to-right movement of the diamond stage, complete with the image of a door and a roadway under her feet, as if she were walking at night. The stage lights focused on the musicians, who became magicians to the way they would perform without actually performing. On the other hand, the backup dancers kept up the pace of the music’s infectious beat. Merengue is, categorically speaking, both easy to learn and hard to master—the beat is contagious, the music is happy, sensible lyrics are not needed most of the time, and dancing is the only thing that matters. For the Achaeans on stage, they managed to shimmy to the left, shimmy to the right, bounce down if they were about to twerk, and lift the right leg to repeat the same clockwise motion (which appears counterclockwise on the TV screen), all the while others waved proud Achaean flags (someone in the crowd waved Achaean flag-painted panties for some reason). It was important to support the homegirl the way Achaeans knew best how to do so.

Pues, quién me corrompe así
Y me injuria hasta el fin
Sé muy bien tal frenesí
Tan estúpida yo fui
Me llama la soledad
Espérame otra vez


She sang to the camera for the next part of the sentence. There were so many cognitive dissonances: she broke up with her partner the previous night, and it appears as if she simply brushed things off and had to move on with her day. That was either an exercise in futility or stupidity—it’s hard to tell. But she (the narrative voice that is, not necessarily the singer) needed to move on and keep on going, for sitting down and moping about life is a luxury that only people with enough money could afford to do. Nope, not this time! Crying over a worthless piece of phallus isn’t cute; and she was tired of demeaning herself for someone who couldn’t appreciate her! Admittedly, though, it’s scary to think of life after partners, especially when it’s been such a long time that being single was an enjoyable pastime. Well, at least the music’s nice.

Bien, se supone que ayer salga el sol
La lluvia escampa, mas mi llanto no
Es esa sorpresa, una recesión
Deja maquilar mi rosto hoy


Once again, the bridge would show quick glances of the back-up crew and side-angle images of the musicians playing their instruments (or miming them, for it was a bit unclear if the rules fo the WorldVision Song Contest allowed for actual instruments to be played with in the performance. But oh, well; this is the Multiverse, and the Multiverse does allow for some artistic creativity and magical realism). The LED screens behind them once again featured the typical musical items used in typical merengue music like maracas, panderetas, congas, drums, and those pesky open-shut doors, signifying the end of a broken relationship. This time, though, Yadira could go a bit further to the camera and interact with the audience a bit, all the while getting dangerously close to yanking the cord off the microphone and almost ruining her sound.

Todos me culpan que no fui firme
Ya lo sé, ya lo sé, ya lo sé
Todos me dicen que será distinto
Ya lo sé, ya lo sé, ya lo sé


And here again, the chorus. The left-to-right movement previously shown by the Spidercam became a right-to-left affair, with Yadira focusing on the central camera, then another wide pan to the audience in the massive Beepeean stage. There were a few fueguero flags that could be spotted in the audience (of course a few of them had the modified Achaean Pride flags there!) Watching the gringos try and dance the merengue beat (or whatever…shimmying their bottoms left to right would be called, and it’s not twerking); at least they had an earnestness in their presentation, a sense of honesty that could not be matched with other performers. They didn’t care about looking good or bad (as long as they’re not beside a camera!) They only wanted to have fun.

Pues, quién me corrompe así
Y me injuria hasta el fin
Sé muy bien tal frenesí
Tan estúpida yo fui
Me llama la soledad
Espérame otra vez


This was another point of the bridge, where Yadira followed the chorus’ call-and-response and not the other way around. This was the moment Yadira needed to sing, dance and show despair at the same time. But who can show despair while dancing a merenguito? This is not bachata where the blues-like format induces people into a borderline alcoholic coma if one weren’t careful or untrusting of their partners. But whatever it happens, Yadira managed to perform her attitude and engage in her passion. She needed it.

(Pues quien) me corrompe (me corrompe así)
(y me injuria hasta el fin) hasta el fin
(se muy bien tal frenesí) yo lo sé
Quien me corrompe
Tan solitaria
A nada teme

Pues, quién me corrompe así
Y me injuria hasta el fin
Sé muy bien tal frenesí
Tan estúpida yo fui
Me llama la soledad
Espérame otra vez


I feel a tiredness, a depression
Hidden in between my heart
Yesterday you left and deception
Broken the soul that I won over once
My bed, this bed, will comfort me
The poor course of someone that doesn’t know how to cry
It wouldn’t be fair to accept it anymore
Poor immortal desire

Everybody blames me that I wasn’t firm enough
I know that, I know that, I know that
Everybody tells me that things will be different
I know that, I know that, I know that

Well, who will corrupt me like that
And will injure me until the end
I know how frenzied this is
How stupid I could be!
Loneliness calls me
Wait for me again

Well, I suppose that the sun was out yesterday
The rain is clearing up, but my tears are not
This is a surprise, a recession
Stops giving makeup to my face today

Everybody blames me that I wasn’t firm enough
I know that, I know that, I know that
Everybody tells me that things will be different
I know that, I know that, I know that

Well, who will corrupt me like that
And will injure me until the end
I know how frenzied this is
How stupid I could be!
Loneliness calls me
Wait for me again

(Well who) corrupts me (corrupts me)
(And injures me until the end) until the end
(I know how much frenzy) I know that
Who will corrupt me
I am so lonely
I am so fearless
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Postby Alezian Union » Thu May 16, 2024 5:50 pm

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"Amicably Respected, Respectfully Avoided"
Singer : MUSA/ADAM ft. Laura Kottier
Composer : Musa Halil Yamin, Adam Sulaiman Yamin
Lyricist : Musa Halil Yamin, Adam Sulaiman Yamin
Language: English
Tune : Weird Genius (ft. Pepita) - Catalyst.


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I think Laura brought a lot of insight on what Alezia really needs lately: Experimentation on Alezian characteristics especially on how we make our music from here on out


As the name suggests, MUSA/ADAM ft. Laura Kottier is a combined South Alezian collaboration between a twin brothers duo of EDM composers called MUSA/ADAM and Doorsbreekenstad Grand Theatre opera singer Laura Kottier. MUSA/ADAM makes the music and lyrics, and Laura Kottier handles the performance and the staging proposals for the ABA.

The combination came to be from MUSA/ADAM's plan to compete for the chance to represent the Alezian Union at the WorldVision Song Contest. However, one of them (specifically Adam, the younger twin and the guy on the right on their promotional picture for Operation:WorldVision) proposed that they try giving "more than just beats and mixes" and decided that the best experiment to go is to get an opera singer to go along with them. MUSA/ADAM contacted the Doorsbreekenstad Philarmonic and Opera Theatre (more known as the Doorsbreekenstad Grand Theatre) regarding whether they can ask one of their singers to give her insights regarding how to combine the mixture together. DGT picked Laura Kottier to help the duo with experimenting and initially it was just that. However, Kottier became interested in the WorldVision Song Contest and asked if she can sing the song. The duo agreed and MUSA/ADAM ft. Laura Kottier turned into fruition.

MUSA/ADAM is a South Alezian EDM pop duo consisting of identical twin brothers Musa Halil Yamin and Adam Sulaiman Yamin. Both of them born on 19th of May 1998 in Fiertsena, Oost-Brenaven, South Alezia. Being South Alezians under the Hoojvinken dictatorship, no one expected these two to become the pop duo they become now. However, they already shown interest in music since little, oftentimes using the music class in South Alezian public school to enjoy and create new music. Their interest became much more apparent when they enjoyed the "Package" from the democratized North Alezia: North Alezian music, North Alezian media, North Alezian films, cartoons, EVERYTHING. In the mid 2010s, they got to experience EDM which was booming in North Alezia at the time. They even participated in a group of fellow interested underground DJs called "The Association" (which would turn out to become the DJs and Remixers Union of South Alezia after reunification). There, they used their first remixing software: a smuggled copy of ARICO's Soundtable Remaster 2.9 (using North Alezian software back then is literally a prison sentence in Hoojvinken's South Alezia, but international mainstream software was too expensive or unapproachable back then so they're using the "enemy" software).

After reunification of the Alezian Union, that's when MUSA/ADAM started their northwards expansion by creating an Arico.net account (a start for Alezian musicians in the whole union) and started releasing music, initially just remixes... until now. Their fanbase in the past is only limited to South Alezia... until now. And the duo never went out of South Alezia (remember, the national final this edition happened in South Alezia)... until now.

Laura Kottier is a South Alezian opera singer, most well known for her participation and study in the Doorsbreekenstad Philarmonic and Opera Theatre or Doorsbreekenstad Grand Theatre. Born in Nieuw-ik-Ville on 18th of July 1997 (yep she is older and taller than MUSA/ADAM, genetics genetics), she was EVEN MORE affected by the Hoojvinken Dictatorship. The only place where she can get music is at her school and the Nieuw-ik-Ville Cathedral, where she got her first music education and learned opera for the first time (which is one of the few things that were legal in Hoojvinken's South Alezia). Eventually, her talent got acknowledged by the Doorsbreekenstad Grand Theatre and she earned a scholarship to learn opera there... and also secretly joined the underground resistance against the Hoojvinken Dictatorship. Details details, reunification happened, and Laura for the first time, went to Zafizamarrah for additional opera studies from North Alezian experts for three weeks. There, she experienced how North Alezia combines opera with other genres which gave her the idea wondering if EDM and opera go well together, which made her agree to working with MUSA/ADAM.

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"Amicably Respected, Respectfully Avoided" talks about one VERY important thing that we respect like we respect a friend, yet we try to avoid it. FEAR. When making the song, MUSA/ADAM believes that fear is something humanity respected as it is one of the main emotions of humans, yet humans would also try to respectfully, run away (or at least try to run away) from fear, no matter the context. But then, fear is the emotion you have before you can personally have your personal growth. Fear is something that can build you up like a statue, or something that basically acts as a sledgehammer to your statue. Facing fear is as if you're confused about what to do, where to go, when to do, how will you do it, all questions going up and down, left and right. And no matter how much you wanted it to go, eventually you have to face it. Fear is scary, but facing it to your best will eventually give you peace. The song basically packs all of that into a 3 minute, 12 seconds experience.

The song was once again, picked through Operation:WorldVision. What's different is that the national final this edition was held nationally without international votes. The polemic of the national and international juries picking different songs made ABA contemplate suspending the usage of international juries atleast for one edition until the next edition can be held. Once again, South Alezia, the region who hasn't won the WorldVision Song Contest for the Alezian Union, was picked to represent the entire union. The joke is that South Alezia kept getting repeatedly picked so they can try to win WorldVision because South Alezia is big. Big in population, land area, natural resources, military power, EVERYTHING... except for WorldVision. So hopefully, South Alezia can be North Alezia and Mosin-Nagan's equals (the Pantabang Islands is too far of reach since they've won TWICE already).

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From left to right: Musa Halil Yamin , Adam Sulaiman Yamin, and Laura Kottier

Let's just say the Alezian delegation enjoyed their hotel rooms, and we rarely saw the delegation actually interact regarding everything during these segments. During their downtime, after all the rehearsals and carpet and media meetups, the three would gather around to talk about things, mostly to know each other better because for the next few weeks, the duo and the opera singer needs to work together in order to make this whole WorldVision arrangement work. And the three quickly became friends to the point that Adam can with absolute audacity threw a South Alezian style banter asking Laura if it just Adam or is Laura falling in love with one of the backing dancers that was supposed to do that ballet part with her live: Hadid Sulaiman Khadarimuddin. Laura denied it, but Adam is honestly not surprised if Laura and Hadid would eventually be official out of nowhere during WorldVision or after no matter the results. Hadid is what you would call "Alezian-chic". Facial hair, long tied hair, and a bit of a teddy bear (if the man's tall or muscular). Alezians like that. Anyway, Musa is that kind of guy who would research about the place he's in and apparently, the delegation can explore Chiton which is going to be amazing.

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Hadid Sulaiman Khadarimuddin (left) and Laura Kottier (right) having their picture taken by Musa and Adam who teased the hell out of Laura because boy are we having a love story emerge in Chiton


Chiton is the representative of natural beauty and high-tech awareness. It's almost acts like a slap to the South Alezian government who are still focused on industry. At one point who can blame them because South Alezia is still LEAGUES behind North Alezia in economy and also, South Alezia is developing eco-friendly measures to control industrial pollution. ANYWAY, Chiton has a lot of parks and at one of them, Hadid and Laura got to talk and know each other better. Surely not a secretly planned way to get those two together by Musa and Adam as the two focused on making social media posts, right? RIGHT? Also no it's not just Laura who gets teased from this park visit. There are five other backing dancers other than Hadid and they got to tease him too because if the two became official, it may as well be the first love story being created in the history of Alezian participation at the WorldVision Song Contest

Anyway, Musa and Adam's family came from a family of miners, so the Uranium Mining Museum became a natural spot for them, enjoying how the Beepeeans view mining and how they focus on conservation too. Kinda hoping that South Alezia can follow suit because South Alezia's becoming the king of Alezian natural resources, but hopefully not at the cost of the environment.


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The audience applauded the "stage ready" scene for the Alezian Union, celebrating yet another of South Alezia's attempt to try show face to the international scene. MUSA/ADAM and Laura stood on separate parts of the stage. Musa on the left front, Adam on the right front, and Laura on the center of the stage. The preparations has been done completely and with care thanks to the Beepeean team who prepared what could be, the most complicated staging in the Alezian Union's history. Sarinah last edition tried doing it simple, they got 8th. Not too bad, but the Alezians believe they can do better. Maybe indulgence is what the world wants? Nevermind that. The staging starts with all lights on the stage dimming, leaving nothingness, but Musa on the left side of the stage playing the piano, calmly, to give a preface to the audience to not expect the expected and that things are about to get... rowdy.

The first indication that this song might not be your normal ballad starts with a few beginning beats and lights slowly lighting up one by one before directing themselves to the center, to Laura who stood behind a standing mic, wearing a black long dress designed by Lauracie Mammadina, a real simplictic yet sophisticated South Alezian fancy clothing line.

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There comes a time,
A story like mine,
And it keeps coming like a rhyme


Then the camera changes to a steadicam to show Laura standing and in front of her, the approximately 36,000-people audience within Chiton's spectacular EcoDome, pivoting around Laura as flags surrounds the interior of the arena including your usual "Alika'i!" handwritten on large papers and you might as well find someone who is wearing face paint of the Alezian Union's colours of white and yellow. Some even brought in writings such as "Victory for South Alezia" and other stuff which indicates how desperate South Alezia was to try and experiment with anything as long as it gets to equalize with other regions of the Alezian Union. Laura felt the winds, either from the air conditioning or the winds of fear, we don't know, we just saw her singing, until...

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It’s artificial, superficial
And no one can escape it all


Until eventually suddenly out of nowhere, six backing dancers appears surrounding Laura, standing still, looking at Laura seriously to the point of it being potentially eerie for some. But then, it's the point of the song: Representing the physical embodiment of fear. The camera shows the dancers faces, quickly changing from one to another, and those dancers wore black just like Laura as the smoke machine got activated.
Can’t, Run, Cannot escape
Can’t, Live on, Cannot go on
Can’t, Speak, Cannot set me free
Let me go, and I’ll be happy


Then, the camera got dynamic as it slowly zooms in and rotates. While this happens, the lights became much more frantic and zooming left and right. Additionally, the dancers who covered in front of Laura crouched to give the camera a view of Laura as the view transitioned through a mili-second repetition of the view and a black screen over and over and over until the remaining thing is Laura singing facing the camera before fading out
Where shall, will I go now?
What shall, will I do now?
When to do, How to do?
My sacrifice


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The dancers gave way to one of them holding on to Laura as she sang and being held by the single dancer which ended up being Hadid (look at the 'Chiton' part of the story, the two are building INSANE chemistry) as if they're doing an act of ballet, the dancer spinning Laura as she was so close to the floor with the dancer holding on to her "dangerously" close to the floor in the "Even if the shadows are going to win" part before pulling Laura back up as she pulls up a high note that caused the audience to applause as the piano prompts the camera to look up and fade to black before....
So, my dear close your eyes, try to dream of the sky
Dream of the sun, of the moon, of the stars
Even if the shadows are going to win
You will bless your whole heart to peace


Another camera shows Musa singing as he ran from the left to the center, then changed with Adam as he sang and ran from the right side of the stage to the center, both are on their way to meet Laura and the backing dancers, both of them wearing a white shirt and black pants. Eventually both of them met in the center as the ceiling camera flies above and beyond the stage as Laura sung some more of her operatic voice that she learned at the Doorsbreekenstad Grand Theatre
Where shall, will I go now?
What shall, will I do now?
When to do, How to do?
My sacrifice


And as the three reunited, Laura stood at the center of the stage as the dancers with Musa and Adam staring at each other, the lights getting rowdy, the camera spinning forwards as it starts from the back, giving the performance a mystique feel, like intended. And speaking of mystique, the smoke machine got activated here as smoke starts flowing from the reliable Beepeean machinery. Have we told you about how we love simple the stage is? Quite helpful for the Alezian entry! Anyways,
I shall, will I go now?
I shall, will I do now?
Do it now, do that way,


Suddenly, as the camera reaches the front, the three stared at the camera and Adam whispered the next part together before the instrumental, this one is a real important part because it symbolises going through your fight or flight mode while facing your fear which suddenly comes when you least expect when everything's going to plan... yet it didn't. So comes the instrumental where the camera suddenly zoomed out, the performance abruptly got blocked by a black screen...
And comes the fear


Then comes the part where people party around the concept of fear, the trio and the dancers danced slowly as if they're getting frozen slowly with the audience roaring. The lights went up and down, left and right, it's out of control as the audience jumps repetitively flying each of their nationalities' flags, especially the Alezians, ESPECIALLY the South Alezians who are really serious about WorldVision because of how they're supposed to be big yet- okay you get the whole deal why South Alezians REALLY wanted to win but then it's up to the juries and the public- anyways, the instrumental continues to it's next part
(Instrumental)


Suddenly the dancers broke away from dancing around Laura and instead stood in the front lining up by groups of three per row in an orderly manner. This is going on as the camera went around the rhombus-shaped part of the masterfully-created stage as the dancers just looked to the camera with the best poker face as the lights went all over them. While this happens, secretly, without the knowledge of TV viewers, a mini stage is secretly prepared by the ground crew who's working hard as they attached safety measures because Laura's about to do something crazy here. This is while Musa, Adam and the dancers voiced a bit of operatic "ha"s to prepare for the next part
(Instrumental)


The camera then shows the dancers sang the next part give way subtly to Musa and Adam who also sang and dance-walked to the front of the dancers to prepare for the next part of the song as the camera in front of them got tilted upwards
Can’t, Run, Cannot escape
Can’t, Live on, Cannot go on
Can’t, Speak, Cannot set me free
Let me go, and I’ll be happy


The camera then changed to a steadicam with lights everywhere, smoke machines, as the backing dancers started following Musa and Adam's dances which was rehearsed INTENSELY. Maybe it's less than a dance and more of a frantic call for help to defeat fear, and fear can't be defeated unless people work together and talk about whatever scares them: Work, love, school, money, ANYTHING. That collective feeling against fear is collected as the dancers as the camera kept on changing views frantically as the part before the climax arrives as Musa and Adam stops dancing, followed by the backing dancers vocalizing for the final part of the song as Musa and Adam joined on top of the platform that Laura stands on.

Then as another camera zooms away from the stage, the view changes abruptly to the front, then the audience, then black... until.

Can’t Run, can’t run, can’t set me free
I can’t live on, can’t go on, can’t set me free
Can’t speak, can’t speak, can’t set me free
So I plea, “Let me go, and I’ll be happy”


The platform that Laura and MUSA/ADAM stood on suddenly slides slowly upwards as Laura vocalizes her voice, all her training utilized for this, for a chance to make South Alezia either win or keep it proud as it hopefully continues a strong showing from South Alezia to the Alezian Union. And here's another thing. A wind machine is activated but that wouldn't last long because the wind machine can only reach a certain height. The spidercam gliding from left and right used to show Laura's vocalizations from above as the lights still got to be rowdy and rushing left and right. Meanwhile, Musa and Adam used the DJ table on the left and right side of the sliding platform to play the song properly as it reaches the end. The overhead camera shows how the three harmonizes modern EDM music with opera as the sliding platform stops, the last beats played, and Laura stopped singing.

The camera went to black and...


The camera changes to show the three standing and after the song ended, the three shouted "Thank you, Terima Kasih, Dank je!!!" as the camera shows the Alezian side of the audience celebrating another way Alezian music using cryptic concepts, flying flags and banners supporting that three needs to do well especially with the "Victory for Alezia" banners. Last time, South Alezia touched the concept by being a South Alezian revolutionary brave fighter, this time by tackling people's fears and eventually, fighting the internationally understood concept of fear.
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Last edited by Alezian Union on Sun May 26, 2024 11:48 am, edited 10 times in total.
THE ALEZIAN UNION

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Waisnor / Malta Comino Gozo / Carrelie / ALEZIAN UNION

Read The Alezian Union: The Comic HERE!

Winner of Worldvision 94,103, and 107
Runner-up of Worldvision 83 (through NA), 104, and 105, WHF 55, and JWHF 9

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