I awoke to beep sounds and realized I was in an unfamiliar room. I got up and looked around the room for a few seconds, trying to figure out where I was because my vision was still blurry, then I realized I was in a hospital room.
A button next to the machine where the beeping sound was coming from said, "Press if you need Help."
I continued trying to recall who I was after I pressed the button and what my life was like, and the only things I remembered were my name, Adriana Ludovica Maldini, my father's name, Paolo, my birthday, October 28th, 1999, a random dude called Joshua Walter Kimmich who seemed kinda cool, and a name that I don't know who it belongs to, " Federico."
As I was thinking, I heard the door open and saw three guys enter into the room, the one in the middle wearing a suit, and the two men standing on either side of him wearing clothes similar to what armies wear, and they each had a gun hanging from their belts.
"Well, you've finally awoken!" The suit-clad man, who I believed was the boss around here, said.
"Yes, how long have I been gone, and where am I? and who are you?" I responded to him.
" My name is Maximillian Meyer, you may know me as footballer Max Meyer, that's my nickname, get it Max and Maximillian?" He stated this to me while moving his brows, which was a little weird.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are; I don't remember anything but my name, birthdate, my father's name, and I'm fairly sure my best friend's name, as well as this name that seems familiar but I don't know what it really is," I responded. "By the way, those guns are making me uncomfortable." I included
" Don't worry, those aren't real guns, I saw this shop in Gelsenkirchen that sold fake versions of everything, so I thought I'd look inside, and guess what else I saw?" He stated
"what did you see?" I responded
"I saw one of those footballer sculptures they create, it was a statue of myself, it stated the size is to scale, but the statue was much bigger than me like it was taller and fatter," he added.
"I did, however, ended up purchasing it, and it is now in front of my house!" He screamed with excitement.
"Wow, that's very nice!" I responded
"I know!" He said
" Could you kindly explain to me why I'm here and not at my house, which I believe is in Switzerland? " I inquired.
"No, you're Italian, and you'll soon discover why you're here; I'm just waiting for the next person to come, Steven! Didn't Leon say he'd drop the next visitor off here in 5 minutes, like an hour ago?" He said while looking at a guy that I guessed was Steven
"Well, Mr. Goretzka, had been contacted about ten minutes ago Mr. Meyer, he said that there was a lot of traffic and that the guest wanted to use the restroom!" Steven Said
20 Minutes Later
"Mr. Meyer!" Steven said
" Yes, Steven?" Max / Maximillian / Mr. Meyer, I'm not sure what to name him, said.
" Mr. Goretzka has arrived and is being taken to the theater room." Said, Steven
They have a theater room?
" All right, Adriana. "Come on, let's go to the theater!" Max said, I'm going to call him Max from now on.
" you have a theater room?" I questioned as I stood up from the couch I had been sitting on earlier.
"Yes, I do, and now let's go, Leon Must Be Waiting!" He stated.
Time Skip to when they Arrive at Max's Theatre Room
As we entered the theatre area, I was struck by how wonderful and costly everything appeared. Max must be doing well for himself, and I made a mental point to seek up more information on him later.
I noticed two men seated on the bottom row of chairs. As we approached them, I noticed that one of them was dressed in a suit, which was most likely Leon, while the other was dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants.
" Adriana, please welcome Leon Goretzka and Paolo Dybala!" Max said excitedly.
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★ Let it be ★ A Federico Chiesa Fan Fiction ★
Fanfiction"How wild it was, to let it be." ― T. S. Eliot
