Marie is a big Måneskin Fan since the ESC. She can't think about anything else than the pretty bassist.
When she and her best friend visit Italy, her biggest dream comes true.
But a relationship with a superstar is everything but easy. Will it wor...
>> Could you hand me the jam << I give the jar to Marlena and bite into my Nutella toast. >> Where do you want to go first? << her father asks. >> Definitely the Colosseum! << Marlena's eyes shine. >> That can be arranged for sure << says her mother with a smile.
After we've cleared the table, Marlena and I go to the bathroom to get ready. We don't want to go into town by car, so we buy tickets for a week.
As we take the train towards the city center, we pass a large advertisement. The new edition of the Vanity Fair is advertised. On the cover are Måneskin.
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I have to look at Vic. She looks gorgeous. Her lips remind me of my dream again. It all felt so real ... I have a strange feeling. Do i miss her? That's nonsense, I don't even know her. You can't fall in love with someone you don't even know. Besides, she doesn't even know that I exist. Still, I can't get her picture out of my head. But it doesn't matter. The train continues and I have to stop dreaming.
>> Did you see the ad? << Marlena presses her nose against the window. >> That's Maneskin! << >> Måneskin << I correct her and look dreamily out the window. >> Oh come on, you're not angry now, ey! << Marlena sits down next to me and cuddles against my arm. >> No nonsense << I give her a smile. She grins back and points to the timetable. >> We have to get out of here << We jump up from our seats and get off the train with her parents.
After we have checked out all the possible sights, we are back at the holiday home.
I put on my bikini right away and jump into the pool. >> Are you coming in too? << I ask Marlena. This cannot be said twice and she lands next to me with a big splash. After she shows up, she snorts in my face. >> Well, thank you very much, too << I say, offended, and push her under water. We wrestle with each other for a while, until we finally climb out of the pool again, completely exhausted.
Marlena lies down on one of the couches and pats the one next to it with her hand. I understand the sign and sit with her. Suddenly her expression becomes more thoughtful and she opens her eyes in shock. >> Shit! << She covers her mouth and has to laugh. >> Nobody here understands us anyway << I try to calm her down >> what is it? << >> I totally forgot that my mom's birthday is in 3 days << she replies. >> Oh << I don't know what to say. But somehow the whole thing also fits Marlena.
In the evening we worked out a plan: Tomorrow we both want to go back to town and buy a present. We tell her parents that we just want to go shopping.
Time jump to the next day
>> How about the bag here? << I'm holding a pretty little handbag in Marlena's face. >> No, she has enough bags, we need something else. << We have been looking for the perfect gift for almost 3 hours. We leave the shop and stand on the edge of a small square. In the middle there is a fountain and some people are sitting under the shadows of the trees that are in small beds. Today it is very hot again, over 30 degrees celcius. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. >> Would you like to buy something to drink? << asks Marlena and points to a café on the opposite side of the square.
>> Un caffè freddo con cioccolato per favore << I say in my fragile Italian. Although you have probably heard a very strong accent, I am incredibly proud of myself. >> What do you want? << I ask Marlena quietly. She points to a small board with a milk shake on it. >> E che lì per favore << The seller looks at me strangely, but then follows my outstretched finger with his gaze. Crap, was that wrong? Anyway, he understood.
After we have had our drinks, we go out of the café and sit down by the fountain. An old man next to us starts to unpack a guitar. >> Ask him if you can play << Marlena points a little too obviously in the direction. >> You just keep quiet << I hiss at her. I don't want to play in public, I don't feel safe enough to do so. >> You play guitar? << Damn the man has already noticed us. >> Um, no thanks << I answer him nervously. >> Marlena won't let me get away with it >> Yes she wants to. By the way, you speak good German << She always brings it to the extreme, even when I thought it couldn't be more embarrassing. The man puts the guitar in my hand. >> Come on << Marlena looks excited. I take a deep breath and start playing some random chords. Some people around us start to clap. I turn bright red and give the guitar back to the old man. >> Grazie << I nervously say and quickly drag Marlena with me.
>> What was that? You were really good! << she asks with incomprehension. >> I said I don't want to play << I reply and turn into a side street. >> We also have to find a present << I am hanging on the back. Marlena grumbles, but we keep walking down the alley.
After a while we stand at a jewelry stand. >> Look at the earrings there! << She enthusiastically points to a pair. I pick it up and look at the price tag. >> How much money do you have with you? << I ask her. I get >> 30 euros << back. >> Then it won't work, look, they cost 85 euros << Marlena looks disappointed. >> Maybe we can make some money somehow? << she suggests. But I have concerns >> How are you going to do that? I mean, where do you want to get a job so quickly? << >> Yes, you're right << disappointed, we go back to the small square.
The man from before is just about to repack his guitar. Suddenly Marlena's expression brightens up again >> I think I have an idea! << she says enthusiastically and runs towards him. What is she up to again? >> Can we borrow the guitar again for a moment? << she asks the man. He hands her the guitar and bag and she comes back to me satisfied. >> What are you going to do? << I ask. >> I know how we can make money! You're going to be a street musician! << >> What? no no no no no. You can easily forget that << I don't want to have to play again. That was embarrassing enough earlier. >> But girl, you can do it! << Marlena is still convinced of her idea. >> No. We'll find another gift << I try to convince her. >> No, the earrings are perfect. I don't want to buy anything else << She persists. >> But I don't want ... << I'm running out of arguments. >> Come on, this will be great. For my mom, please << >> Marli ... << >> Pleaseeee << she begs me. I take a deep breath. >> Okay, but only until we have enough money together. Not a second longer! << >> Thank you, thank you, thank you << She hugs me stormily.
I think about what to play. While we're in Italy, how about Måneskin? Yeah, that feels good. I know the songs by heart and I can also sing along with them. I put the guitar on my thigh and put on a chord. For your love is good to start with. I still don't trust myself to play an Italian song. I start playing and sing the first few words. My heart is beating faster and faster and my hands are starting to sweat. I have to try to just ignore the people around me. I just focus on the music. When I finished the song I look up again. Marlena stands in front of me holding her hat upside down in her hand. A few coins are jingling in it. >> We already have € 4.60. If you continue like this we can buy the earrings soon. <<
After I've finished all the English songs, we've already collected almost € 50. I never thought it would be so fast.
I turn back to my guitar and start playing Torna a Casa. It had slowly started to be fun, but Italian is a different level of difficulty. I take a deep breath and start playing. At the first chorus, a huge crowd suddenly gathered around me. Some people even film it, but I don't get much of it because I have to concentrate on the song. In the last chorus I notice someone getting closer to me. >> Wow be davvero bravo << says a strangely familiar voice. I stop playing and look up into a pair of fascinating brown eyes.
