Damiano x Reader

We fucking won!

We prepared for months. Stayed more awake than asleep trying to make our performance absolutely perfect for Sanremo.  We practically lived on coffee and barely any food but it was fucking worth it because we fucking won Sanremo!!!!

4 weeks before Sanremo @ studio

"Dude, we are fucking tired and we need a shower. We can practice again in the morning!" Vic said but Damiano wasn't having it since not every detail wasn't perfect and he was determined to win this thing no matter the sacrifices we have to make. 

Sometimes him being a perfectionist is a good thing but in cases like this it's a bit frustrating especially when the last time we ate was in the morning and it was already midnight. 

"I have to say I agree with Vic. We are messing up because we are tired, not because we don't know what we are doing" I say trying to calm down the situation because as the day of performance came closer everyone is more frustrated. 

"Whatever, when we lose I will be the first one to tell you 'I told you so'" he rushed out of the studio and Vic rolled her eyes at his childish behavior. I told them to go get some rest and that I will check on my fellow singer and try to reason with his exhausted and frustrated brain.

He was outside smoking and I went to the kitchen grading some left over sandwiches bringing them outside with me. I sat beside him and he turned towards me signing knowing that he overreacted but he was just worried that we won't won and that all the sacrifices will be for nothing. 

"Eat and stop overthinking it. We are a good team and we are going to fucking win, alright?" I say and he smiles a little taking one sandwich from me before throwing the cigar away. 

1 week before Sanremo 

"What about this one?" I say showing them what felt like hundredth costume but somehow we still couldn't find the one that fits just perfect with our song. We don't want to be predictable 'rock style'. We like to push against the norm and be unique with our art. 

"Look at this one?" a lady showed us a silver costume and we immediately nodded our heads. It looked just perfect and it will fit perfectly with the white light we are using for staging. 

"So?" I say walking out posing in front of the four of them because they were all lazy to try it on and I lost a game of rock paper scissor like always!

"Oooo rock it girl!" Vic cheered making me giggle looking at Damiano who practically stood there with his mouth open and I pretty sure he didn't know how funny he looked. Ethan hit Thomas with an elbow showing him Damiano's face and Tomas whispered at me gaining Damiano's attention immediately. 

"Chill, dude. Yours, I know.." he joked and I blushed walking back inside a bit embarrassed at the situation. Me and Damiano are very flirty friends but we haven't really ever cross the line, at least not yet...

I looked at the mirror at my blushing face trying to calm down when I noticed a piece of paper come from below the door. I took it immediately recognizing Damiano's messy handwriting. 

"You look stunning, since I didn't have chance to say before" was written and I smiled at the note before chaining back to my clothes and meeting others at the register. I gave Damiano a smile and he did too noticing his note in my hand.

4 days before Sanremo

We were currently not he flight to Sanremo deciding to get there early and check all the staging plans and have time to adjust anything necessary. I was sitting next to Vic and Damiano and Thomas sat behind us while Ethan sat alone listening to his music in peace.