Joost Klein

The dim light of a lantern behind one of the Dutch eateries, a rapidly beating heart and a tall guy with a cigarette leaning in to hear you. A couple of hours ago, your dream came true - to go to a concert of Jost. And now, going for a drink at the local pub, you accidentally see your idol in the parking lot so close, without a crowd of fans and journalists. Lured by something inexplicable (although it probably involved a couple of glasses of alcohol, otherwise you would hardly have dared to even look in his direction), you asked him for a lighter for your cigarette. No, you weren't much of a smoker, but how could you pass up such a chance to start a conversation with him?

• You won't have a lighter? Oh, you're Jost, aren't you? I was at your concert today.

you tried to sound as casual as possible while your heart was jumping out of your chest, catching the gaze of this beautiful guy you saw on stage not so long ago