Something special happened at the Zenith of Auvergne last Saturday. In the midst of a horde of thousands of young people, Craesta, Evie and Elyser sang in unison. Sometimes shed tears. Took their friends in their arms. Overwhelmed by emotion, some shouted with all their strength, fell into the stands, surrounded by their comrades mumbling unintelligible syllables repeatedly. Others fled the crowd in civil protection wheelchairs. On seats arranged here and there in the lobby, teenage girls in T-shirts and joggers trembled, trying to calm down, adults hugging them.
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