Last night was the happiest night of our lives. Or not. But still pretty close, as Tooji secured himself a ticket to Baku. Yay, we’re so happy to present Europe with these fabulous fireworks of hips that certainly don’t lie and a song that puts all other babies in a corner. And we’re happy you never get to hear our racist sexist story – that one is best kept within these borders.
In addition to that, how was our night? We rocked Spektrum, hooked up with our fav men and threatened Per to let us into the afterparty even though he didn’t want fans and press anywhere near his precious babies in desperate need of attention. Let’s have a look: