Babushki!
Your husband dies of alcoholism, you eek out a subsistence living on your land growing veggies with a few cows. You'd go to church, but f#@%ing Stalin blew it up in 1939.
But you love to sing. So do your other widow buddies. And one of you says "maybe we could sell some records, do some shows and get enough money to rebuild the church?" And then someone invites you to the Russian Eurovision national selection.
You finish a surprising 3rd on the first go in 2010. In 2012 you win it in a walk. And might just win the Eurovision itself:
Party for everbody dance, come on and dance, come on and BOOM BOOM!
But you love to sing. So do your other widow buddies. And one of you says "maybe we could sell some records, do some shows and get enough money to rebuild the church?" And then someone invites you to the Russian Eurovision national selection.
You finish a surprising 3rd on the first go in 2010. In 2012 you win it in a walk. And might just win the Eurovision itself:
Click to viewParty for everbody dance, come on and dance, come on and BOOM BOOM!