We were stopped by a group standing on the edge of the city center plaza. They had some sound specialists and makeup artists among them, who immediately surrounded me.
- We need to do your makeup, and put a microphone on you, si that ok? - asked some women in English.
- Y-yeah - I agreed, and then they started powdering me.
A guy gave me a belt with a microphone, and instructed me to wrap it around my waist, then take the wire underneath my hoodie, and pin it in the collar, so it would actually register my voice. I couldn't do it because the makeup artist wouldn't let me, as they kept putting stuff on my face.
It lasted for a few minutes. From the corner of my eye, I could see Tihana, with a smirk on her face. I really wanted to get my revenge. Throw her into water or something. Make her regret pulling this whole thing on me.
