AN Micro fill named after the Russian entry. The thought for this came into my head as I was watching the first semi-final today and I just had to write it! I hope you enjoy it!
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Russia stood just off stage, clad in a suite (though his scarf was still present); a wide grin was on his childish face as he clapped his hands together. Two elderly women stood on either side singing happily along with their six comrades whom were on stage singing for the audience in Baku, along with the rest of Europe on their television sets.
“PARTY FOR EVERYBODY!” he half-sang-half-shouted as the chorus started up; the clapping of his hands grew quicker and his body began to sway. The audience sang the few bars in English before quieting down as the Udmart lyrics began again. Though the Udmart Republic was a part of his vast federation, Russia did not feel comfortable enough with the language to sing anything but the English chorus.
When the song finished and the audience cheered, he could over hear a sound tech whispering to another that it was “adorable”. The smile on Russia’s face grew, though after the women returned back stage, and the little one holding the tray of baked goods handed him one. She patted him on the cheek and smiled saying, “He was still a growing boy and needed to eat well.” He thanked her and smiled down at the little old lady.
As they made their way back to their assigned seats in the greenroom Russia couldn’t help but think: I’ve got the best strategy of them all, who doesn’t love cute, little grannies singing and baking things?
Party for Everybody!
Russia stood just off stage, clad in a suite (though his scarf was still present); a wide grin was on his childish face as he clapped his hands together. Two elderly women stood on either side singing happily along with their six comrades whom were on stage singing for the audience in Baku, along with the rest of Europe on their television sets.
“PARTY FOR EVERYBODY!” he half-sang-half-shouted as the chorus started up; the clapping of his hands grew quicker and his body began to sway. The audience sang the few bars in English before quieting down as the Udmart lyrics began again. Though the Udmart Republic was a part of his vast federation, Russia did not feel comfortable enough with the language to sing anything but the English chorus.
When the song finished and the audience cheered, he could over hear a sound tech whispering to another that it was “adorable”. The smile on Russia’s face grew, though after the women returned back stage, and the little one holding the tray of baked goods handed him one. She patted him on the cheek and smiled saying, “He was still a growing boy and needed to eat well.” He thanked her and smiled down at the little old lady.
As they made their way back to their assigned seats in the greenroom Russia couldn’t help but think: I’ve got the best strategy of them all, who doesn’t love cute, little grannies singing and baking things?