“Are us Europeans ever fair? As you said, it’s a popularity contest. Our way of finding out if our neighbors like us as much as they say.” Placing a hand on her hips, she hummed in thought. “How about this, next year you can look at the entries with Spain and me. You keep us from making a terrible decision and you get your foot in the door. A slow invasion of Eurovision.”
‘Hardly ever…’ But Alfred decided to keep
that thought to himself. She did make a point, though, a very valid point that
put him more to ease. The blonde hadn’t exactly thought about it that way
before, and now it really made more sense. “I thought it was just like American
Idol where everyone can vote just because they like them… But alright. I’ll
take you up on that deal, and together we can squash the rest of Europe and
take over Eurovision! That way no former commies or grumpy Brits can win.”
