From "Airs Above the Ground"

And the music! The awful Danish neo-pop that they laughed about the next morning; giddy as children from the unexpected victory and their encounter at the closing party that ended up with them in bed. It made her smile to remember how he slid across the carpet of her hotel room in his underwear, singing the lyrics to the song he’d used for his performance the night before, flailing his arms above his head and collapsing back into bed with her, desperate for breakfast.