LISTENING TO: The Smiths
Dear Diary,
Today we met with the choreographer, Miguel, to learn our moves for the Eurovision performance. It was cool and fine and all until the part where he started thrusting.
WHOA HOLD UP. THERE IS NO WAY I AM DOING THAT ON NATIONAL TELEVISION.
Ugh. I told my mum over the phone how it went. She said something about it being healthy and natural. I am still not convinced.
Also, it did not help that Max was perhaps a little too into helping me get the hang of it.
Our manager mentioned ‘band costumes’ last night. Matching outfits. I’m sorry, but does he remember how rubbish these ass clowns looked?
I rest my case.
-Ben
