The Voice

The aftertalk

VICTORY! I watched The Voice without wine. And without chips for that matter. How this historic fact came about? I'm going to tell you. It all started because of a digital invitation from Manon Meijers to come and watch it all in real life. There was a little hiccup due to a case of fever, but yesterday it finally happened. Although, although... We almost didn't make it again, because I went with her from Hoff and she has many talents (like being incredibly beautiful and ridiculously thin as she herself will proclaim both asked and unasked), but being on time is not one of them.

People briefly thought that Jan Lammers and Max Verstappen were driving into the Media Park, but no worries, that was us. Then we followed the wrong crowd and it was just a second away from us sitting in the audience of 2 for 12. This is no joke.

First, let's go to the bathroom, because later we had to sit in our spot for three hours. Without wine. Without chips. But hey, there's Waylon. Quick, into the bathroom and work on our inner coolness. I practiced controlled breathing, Renske stroked the lion head of her Gucci belt, and then it was okay again. Until Manon called Waylon. I think she said: ‘Willem’. Something with intimates, you know? He came and we talked. We brushed away the blushes and acted like it was all the most normal thing in the world. And it is, of course. Completely normal. Pomtiedom.

Well, on to the show. Because you want to chat afterwards. Together then. Do you care that we were really there? Let's go!

Do you also want a ponytail like Wendy's today? With a cheerful slide at the end? This was of course the work of professionals, but we will try it. That nice jacket with the super cool buckle was from The Kooples.

Waylon and Ali, the feud

It all started with this. Ali said he prefers to hear Dwight sing than all the people from the jury? I found that quite unkind. And I think Waylon did too. Now put on ‘Brabant’ by Guus, ‘Wicked Way’ by Waylon and keep your mouth shut.

That called for a reaction and it came after four minutes. Ali told Isabel that he wasn't going to start explaining the feeling of the song because then he would get Waylon on his back. Then he just casually kicked the ball into his own goal. ‘He can't sing at all.’ Bam, a firm right hook. Ali had to recover for a moment but got back up. ‘If you can rap like I can sing...’ Something like that. Well, I can tell you: it was a feud and I even felt it there in the audience.

Golden Sanne

‘Are you laughing at me because I stutter? You, and your whole family, you're going to vote for her. You have punishment. I can hardly talk anymore because of you. Little brat.’ During the commercial break, Sanne actually went to chat with the child in question. She's not the meanest, you know.

Pleun

When Pleun stood there wrapped in fake fur in front of the mirror, didn't you all think she suddenly looked a lot like Sylvie Meis? That happens quickly when you drown yourself in outfits but really, just look. She's also a little gnome, that Sylvie. Next time you can stand in front of the mirror a little longer for my part. It's constructive, right, just like the coaches. But the sequins and the little cord as a closure above your breasts AND the earrings. I find it a bit much. And not very cool. But hey, when you sing, no one looks at your outfit anymore. At most at your hair. And that's beautiful. Everything about you is stunning in the superlative. I mean: Sylvie also didn't turn out to be what you'd call a success.

You touch me

Ali, maybe you should think of a synonym for that. ‘You touch me’ I've heard three times now. It resonates / I get goosebumps / you move me / it does something to me. Saying the same thing, but in a different way. Just look it up on synoniemen.net. You're welcome.

Uh, Vincenzo

‘Even Ali, the cuddly Moroccan had to cry a bit.’ Vincenzo. That's what cuddly Moroccans do. They cry. And get touched / are moved / let something in. Well, that.

Pleun

You were amazing. And handsome. And goddamn good. And you bring out the inner pastor in Willem, correction, Waylon. And next time you just pull out an earring. For an extra shot of funk. Just look how cool that looks.

A unique occurrence

Did you see that pink background choir with Dwight? Those were the only four dark-skinned people in the world who have no sense of rhythm. They all danced out of sync. And all to a different beat. Yes folks, we have a unique occurrence here. I'm telling you.

Oh jeee

If people vote you through, Dwight, then I'll do ‘End of the Road’ with you next week... Oooh Ali, maybe you shouldn't have said that just now. Ah no, that wasn't the issue. That can't be. We wave to Dwight and I'm really looking forward to an ‘End of the Road’ with Ali.

And, the one who came up with those courtroom sketches; with the candidates you can vote for, you can't get rid of that, can you? Or is it you, John? Then I'm going to shiver and shake in a corner. I didn't say anything, John, didn't say anything. The Voice of Holland. You're a king. And maybe a little Chanel bag can come off for this poor journalist, right? Or a Gucci belt, that would be fine too.

Now you want to know how it all ended up in the dressing room. I can't say too much about it (unless I then take you to a deserted island without wifi), but there was wine in plastic cups, there was a bag of onion chips and then suddenly Guus (a.k.a. Guus the Great) thought there should be some bitter snacks. Cheese soufflés, bitter balls, meatballs... And we ate everything obediently. My Friday wine and chip intake was still in order. Proud of me?