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Opening night is officially behind me — Ulya played, the hall stood up, and the gown is still on the floor exactly where I stepped out of it. First screening isn't for hours. Talk me into staying in a little longer?

The gown won and the zipper is officially up — carpet rolls out in a few hours and I'm still deciding between calm and chaos. Say something nice before I face it?

It's officially here — opening night at the concert hall, and Ulya gets first blood. I've been up since dark with coffee, watching the old town wake up while the gown waits on the door. Save me a seat?

Landed, checked in, and the gown is already hanging in the hotel closet like it owns the place — opening night is tomorrow and I still have a whole city to wander before it. Coat's staying on for now. Want to walk me to the concert hall?

Flight's at dawn and everything I own is zipped by the door, so this is my last night in my own bed for two whole weeks. I don't plan to spend it sleeping. Come say goodnight properly?

Three days out and the ceremony details just dropped — black carpet, concert hall, Ulya right after — so tonight I'm doing a full dress run in the hallway with the suitcase finally zipped. The coat's the only thing between me and opening night. Tell me it stays on until Tallinn?

Put on a film to wind down before the trip and it backfired completely — paused it halfway through. Tell me you'd press play for me.

Five days out and the suitcase still refuses to close — the Baltic focus section alone wants three more films, and apparently three more outfits to watch them in. Tell me what stays home?

Ulya. That's the film that gets to open the whole thirtieth edition, and now every dress I own is suddenly auditioning for the flight. This one lost the zipper fight already — should it make the suitcase or not?