In Other Lands/Eurovision - Elliot, Måneskin
Elliot saw the Italians the night after the second semi-final, at a crowded bar where they were casually jamming. They weren’t wearing their leathers anymore, which was very sad, but they were still in performance mode, hair and voices tangling as they threw themselves into it.
Elliot sang along loudly, until the hot lead singer with the awesome eyeliner game noticed and dropped him a wink. Elliot grinned back, all the grumpiness of the past few days forgotten. He missed Luke, he missed his friends, but damn, he’d missed music like this, raucous and real, music that heated your blood.