TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

saturday night live (d.d./måneskin)

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Roll call! Who's here? Xx

You closed the door as quietly as you could, cringing as the door hinges squeaked.

"How was rehearsal?" Damiano asked, making you jump.

You weren't expecting him up still. "It was good." You giggled softly, trying to calm your racing heart. You sat beside him on the sofa and laid into his arms.

"Sorry to startle you, Darling." He laughed gently, kissing the top of your head.

"No, you're fine. You didn't have to wait up for me." You pouted, not liking the thought that you were the reason Damiano wouldn't be getting a full night's rest.

"No." He nodded, shifting around. "I didn't have to. But I wanted to. I haven't seen mia principessa all day!"

You scoffed. "I see you all the time."

Damiano pouted. "But SNL has been keeping you so late!"

It was true, since starring in an immensely popular Netflix show, your acting career had taken off. Your rocket to stardom almost paralleled Damiano's rising fame with Måneskin since winning Eurovision.

"I know, but we're putting a whole show together in one week. It takes a long time to write those cue cards." You joked with a wink.

"Well, you're probably right. Can you tell me about any of the skits? Or is that top secret showbiz shit?"

You rolled your eyes. "It's not top secret, but I was told I can't tell anyone. Something about comedic integrity." You shook your head. "But as host, I feel like I should know who the music guest is!"

Damiano gasped, his eyes twinkling. "You don't know who the music guest is for your episode?"

"No!" You laughed. "It's so unfair! Anya knew her music guest before she even got to rehearsal!"

Damiano shrugged. "Maybe they're behind on that. You're the star after all, you're first priority."

"Shut up." You laughed again, playfully slapping his chest. "I have to be on set early tomorrow, so I'm going to shower and go to bed."

You rose and started down the hall towards the bathroom. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of Damiano taking his sweatshirt off.

"Don't get any ideas, I'm tired!" You joked, not turning to face him. You playfully threw up your middle finger and closed the bedroom door.

Damiano snickered. "Cheeky." He mumbled.

~~~~~

Saturday came sooner than expected. It all felt like a blur. Five minutes ago, it was last Saturday and you were feverishly running your lines for your skits at the kitchen table, and now, it was five hours until showtime.

Live audience members had been buzzing outside the SNL studio set since that morning. They all nearly fainted upon seeing you; erupting into cheers and shoving Sharpies and papers into your face, wanting an autograph.

You signed as many pieces of paper as you could before getting blocked and ushered away from security.

You grinned to yourself after the encounter. Damiano was right, that kind of encounter with the public was intoxicating.

You were quickly rushed to the costume department for final fittings, before being shown to your dressing room.

You had asked very politely if you could do your own makeup for the evening. It was kind of your 'zen' ritual. It was how you got into the zone when you were performing.