la noia

                                    

                                          
"il vincitore della festival della canzone italiana 2025 è...chiara" the announcer finally revealed, after what seemed like hours. the entire arena erupted into cheers, all for me. i was in shock, it seemed the crowd had processed the news before i had. before i knew it there were tears streaming down my face and i was being handed a microphone. i won. i was going to eurovision. angelina mango HERSELF handed me the trophy, the physical embodiment of my self pride, all placed in a small trophy. 
"grazie mille! non so cos'altro dire, ma grazie mille," i was able to get through the tears on my face and the smile on my face. i had prepared a speech in case i had won but in the moment i was so in shock i completely forgot about it and was left with nothing to say. i had wanted this opportunity to go to eurovision ever since i was 8, so all my hard work and effort i put towards making my dream came true finally paid off. winning my chance to go to eurovision was everything i had thought it to be and so much more, i felt i had ascended into heaven and was dreaming it all.
following the festivities on stage, and my performance as the winner, i was escorted down to some short interviews and photo ops and finally was able to see the people there to support me.
i ran to greet my friends, family, and team who were all waiting for me with giant smiles on their faces. i again erupted into tears of complete happiness, overjoyed to have everyone i loved there waiting for me. i had my parents, my siblings, my best friends, and my team all there to congratulate me on my victory. my father handed me a bouquet of lilies and we all held each other in a large group hug for a few moments. 
"mia farfallina, your father and i are so proud of you. we have watched you grow from a small caterpillar into a beautiful farfallina." my mom said making me laugh through the tears. she always said the cringiest stuff, probably from quotes she found on facebook, but i loved her all the same. after about 30 more minutes with my family, i separated from them and met up with my friends so we could celebrate in true fashion, by getting really fucking drunk. 
i changed into a black lace mini skirt with a shimmery gold cropped tank and knee high black boots. i left my hair down, but messy, and did a smudged eye makeup look with eyeliner on my waterline. i looked and felt good. my best friend, amalia, brought some liquor so we could pregame before going out all night.
after getting ready, my friends and i went out and i took pictures for my instagram, i wanted everyone who had supported me this far to see how happy their support made me. i spent the night so incredibly happy, my dream had come true and i was able to spend my happiness with those who had been with me since the beginning. when we saw the sun rise we knew it was time to head home and immediately i passed out in my bed, not even changing, i was so tired from all the festivities i didn't dream of anything. i mean, what was there to dream about, everything i dreamt about had already come true. 
i woke up hours later, with my phone reading 1:30 pm. miraculously i didn't have a hangover, just with heavy eyes that felt it was too early to wake up. i checked my messages and my manager texted me about a plethora of different interviews she scheduled me for, i looked at the schedule she made for me and my next few weeks were going to be packed full. at that moment amalia came into my room with a tray of breakfast foods she apparently had cooked for me. 
"colazione dei campioni," she said placing the tray down on my lap. it all smelled so delicious. she smiled at me and took a seat in my vanity chair. i thanked her and immediately dug into all the food she had prepared for me.
"amalia, you really should become a chef or something. you always make the BEST food. please don't let your talents go to waste," i said in between bites. she always had a talent for cooking, one way beyond merely knowing how to cook, she was essentially one with the food. 
"aye you flatter me chiara i just do it for fun," she said before going on her phone. 
"don't call me that you know that's just my stage name," i said poking fun at her while finally getting out of bed and changing out of the clothes from the night before into more comfortable loungewear. 
"oh i'm so sorry principessa adelina," she taunted me with a curtsy, making fun of my name. i pushed her and we both shared a laugh. i looked at my phone again, this time i decided to look at news articles relating to the song contest. 
amongst all the ones i saw talking about how i was to represent italy, i saw a specific article that caught my eye. 
"The Netherlands have chosen to once again select Dutch artist, Joost Klein to represent them in this years Eurovision Song Contest, hosted in Geneva, Switzerland. Is this Dutch revenge? Or are they merely giving Joost Klein a second chance at a win?"


hi guys :3 i haven't written anything in like 1-2 years so this will be fun. there's a few things i just wanna set straight before this continues 
1. i haven't used my italian in a while so if it's wrong or if there's a better way to say something pls lmk
2. english IS my first language so if i fuck something up that's just embarrassing on my part 
3. i'm not a huge joost fan i just find this idea to be kinda cool, and i think he's hot. if there's any inaccuracies my bad just live with it ig
4. im making up everything as i go so please bear with me here 
5. to anyone willing to read this thank you sm 🙏🙏 if you're here from my blind channel stuff welcome 😋😋 if you're not then, also welcome 🤑🤑 this is purely for fun