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"From SRF...? Wait!" Her eyes skimmed over the words and the phone almost slipped from her hands in shock, "Zöe, please tell me I'm reading this right." Her hand clasped over her mouth, tears forming in her eyes. "I can't believe it. "

"Well you should, because you, Fiorella Kressler, are going to Eurovision."

A once in a lifetime chance, an international stage, the change she'd been waiting for. And maybe, a distraction that comes in the shape of a certain Norwegian boy.