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Home, At Last

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Last night was great. After months and months (even years, perhaps) of living abroad, I performed ‘at home’ in Croatia, at the Croatian National Theatre in Zadar (which is, btw, one of my favorite cities in Croatia, and, as a matter of fact, world. Look!) and got the award for the best music.

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I reaaaally enjoyed performing (oh my gosh, I missed >this< so much) and I reaaaally wasn’t happy about how I performed. You know how much I expected to get the award considering the fact that, when we’ve been told: “ALL PERFORMERS NEED TO BE HERE. The results will be announced in about 10 minutes.”, I went to the bakery. (Like. If you’re not a singer, you have NO IDEA what’s the list of the foods you should avoid before singing. No idea. So I always have to make up for that asap.
The decision- making process for my visit to the bakery was also rather amusing.
The ladies I was hanging out with were talking about the award, and I asked: -How far do you think the bakery is?- and the Croatian word for ‘bakery’ is ‘pekara’. So, one of them, the amusing Ivana Šamal, heard ‘pehar’, which means ‘cup’, as in, the award, instead. And she laughed at me: and where would you put your pehar?!
-No. I asked about pekara, not pehar.
Then we all laughed even more.)
I got back, was wearing my jacket in the backstage, along with Martina Sabljak, wearing her coat. First they called her name, as the winner for the best lyrics, and she just threw her coat on the floor. And there I am, clapping for Martina, proud that I have such amazing taste in choosing new friends, and then they called my name, and then I was about to throw my jacket just about anywhere, but finally, the nice stage manager took it.

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Before the performance even started, I saw a guy backstage, asking questions about performers, so I asked him if he’s one of the members of the jury.
-No, I’m the host.
-Oh, so it doesn’t help if I hit on you, does it?
-No, but you can still hit on me.
-Naaah, I’m good.
I also met little Issa and Andjela from Komiza, the future singing superstars. And it was great to meet my celebrity friend Zvonimir Kalić, who was the guest performer. Many thanks to the organizer Vesna Benić, for doing such an amazing job. I performed at this festival two years ago and it improved in so many ways, and brought me so much joy. And last, but not least, many many thanks to my dear friend Ana Bošković and her family for being my wonderful hosts.

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Ugh. And now, I can’t end this post without, at least, trying to be humorous. Hmmm, what else could we write. Oh my. I just realized something. When I went to the bakery, I got chocolate croissants for Martina and Ivana and, since it was moments before the results were announced, and I couldn’t find Ivana, I think I just left the croissant on the table without even telling her about it. Sudbo kleta. So, who took the croissant?! I hope someone ate it, at least. It would be really sad if there was a chocolate croissant on the table waiting to be thrown away. What a waste! I would never throw you away, chocolate croissant. I wrote too much about food again, didn’t I? Anyway, thank you for reading about my lovely evening without being stopped by my verbal diarrhea. Yours truly, The Choco Addict.

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