Jan and Kris are standing outside having a cigarette. The conversation turns to the trip to Finland a couple of days ago and Ruisrock.
Jan: What a festival. Finland has the most fanatical audience. I can't get over it.
Kris: Indeed. And Bojan. I haven't seen him like that in ages. What a flirt on all the time. He is still in love with Jere.
Jan: I am sad for him. He tries his best but Jere is stupid and doesn't want to understand. I almost stopped playing when Bojan went to hug Jere in the middle of the song. I didn't expect that.
Kris: And sent air kisses and winked every now and then. And what did Jere? Almost nothing at all.
Jan: I am glad Bojan made it anyway. Or did he? What do you think?
Kris. No, he did not. He posts pictures of him and Jere's on Instagram all the time and smiles stupidly for photos on his phone. I'm sure I surprised him crying on monday night. He hasn't survived Jere.
Jan: Oh, I didn't know. I must go and hug him. Is it ok, if I say, that I love Jere too.
Kris: Don't do that. I tried and he hit me and said that Jere is mine, only mine. Don't you ever touch him.
Bojan rushes over to them, phone in hand.
B: Guys, have I shown you this picture that Mark took of Jere and me. Look, how sweet he is. I love his blue eyes, his lovely smile, his new hair. Oh, how beautiful he is.
Jan looks at Kris and shakes his head. Nothing can be done.