Sunday evening. The magic begins. Silver shining gloves moving in identical motion. Exited audience, pleasant Eurovision songs and the joy in the heart is flourishing... Puff... The carriage becomes a pumpkin. The Eurofalsh group lands to the gray reality. Now there is no escape. When will Sunday be here again? This is the story of the flashiest band in Tel Aviv. a story about love, friendship, loneliness and an uncompromising and unapologetic obsession for the world's kitschiest song contest.