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Joost Klein walked out of the building. He was very sad. He had been disqualified from the Eurovision Song Contest and that made him very sad.
"The Netherland will never be a part of my contest every again!" the leader of the EBU, Martin Osterdahl, had said, just before he had been kicked from the event.
Joost was standing outside of the building it was being held in. At that moment, he phone began to ring.
"Hey, Joost." it was Baby Lasagna, "Sorry you were kicked. It's very bad. We all miss you here."
"Thank you Mr. Lasagna." Joost said as he looked up at the building. The tallest skyscraper in New York. The perfect place to host Eurovision. Everyone was so happy when America allowed Eurovision to be hosted there. And in this building. There was no better or safer building in the world. But now he had to leave. He was disqualified, after all. It wasn't his contest any more. He had to go.
When Joost was walked away from the building, his phone rings again.
"Ha!!!!! Disqualified loser! Now you have to go back to the hotel with all the losers who did not qualify!" Martin Osterdahl yelled down the phone at Joost Klein, "Netherland always loses! Wait, what is that?"
"What is what." Joost said. He was annoyed.
"It is a..... plane????" Martin Osterdahl said, "It is too close! Oh no!!!!"
Joost Klein looked back. A plane was indeed flying towards the building.
"NO!! STOP!!!" he heard Martin Osterdahl yell but it was too late. The plane smashed into the building and the phone line disconnected itself.
Joost ran back to the building. Smoke was every where. The building was destroyed. It was very clear that the Eurovision Song Contest was no more. It was lucky for him that he had been disqualified after all, but unlucky for everyone else. This was truly the end of the Eurovision Song Contest. It would never be hosted again after this.
It was over.