Cold Feet

23, Dearest Coraline

TW; OD

Damiano

"And your new album, Teatro D'ira Vol.1 just dropped aswell, how long was that in the works for?"

By now i was tired of interviews, but I guess there's always a fun side to them when it's not the same questions being asked every time.

I sit in between Ethan and Victoria with my elbows rested on my knees listening to the questions.

I hate how I'm expected to answer most of the questions for things like this. Yes, I'm the frontman, but I don't speak on behalf of everyone.

"Since 2019 actually, we moved to London early that year and just started putting bits of pieces together until we had a good few songs done" Ethan explains, doing his little head nod thing the whole time.

We're asked a few more questions regarding the album, I only responding to one of them before it was time to go back home.

Back at home, I head straight for the shower to finally get all this makeup off. I love wearing it, but after a week straight I think my skin needs a well deserved break.

The past month has been nonstop.

Interviews.

Shows.

Signings.

Public outings.

I'm glad to finally rest after tomorrow.

After Coraline left, i refused to leave my room.

I think I pushed it to 4 days of not leaving at all.

4 days of not eating.

4 days of not showering.

4 days of not sleeping.

4 days of trying not to lose my shit and smash everything possible in the room.

4 days driving myself crazy thinking of Coraline.

It got to the point where I was seeing things that weren't there.

I downed 2 packets of cigarettes in those 4 days.

I wouldn't even bother going to the balcony to smoke them, I'd just let the smoke dance it's way around the room.

Nothing seemed to matter in the world for those days.

The one attempt from Victoria got me out of the room.

"Dam, I think we've given you enough time alone at this point. Can you please at least come eat?" She calls from outside the door.

The door opens after a few seconds of not replying.

"Haven't you been sleeping?"

I shake my head.

"Come, you need to shower"

I'd never admit it, but I owe my life to her.

After everything she's seen, dealt with and done for me, I truly do owe her everything and more.

Same goes for the boys, but more so Victoria. She's been there since I was 17. Every day, every weekend hanging out at her place and just playing around with music.

Of course at the start Thomas was there, little 15 year old at the time.

Then we found Ethan, and I'm glad I did because he's probably the reason I'm sane.

Well, as sane as I can be without my meds.

Once I've washed my hair and my body, I step out of the shower to dry myself.