Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

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Therapy has a different definition for everyone. Some consider long, solitary walks as its form. Still others need music to cope with the reality around them. My personal way is baking and I use it at every possible opportunity. Am I happy? I'm baking cupcakes. I'm having a depressive episode again? I bake a chocolate cake. I am able to come up with a dessert for every possible occasion.

The company I took over from my father is thriving, and I found out through the pantophone mail that there is a chance that I will be declared the youngest and best growing businesswoman in all of Italy. If this is not a reason to celebrate then I don't know of a better one.

The knocking, or should I say insistent banging on the door snapped me out of my self-reflection. I wiped my flour-soiled hands, in the red apron I got from Thomas for Christmas, and looked at my watch, it was coming up to fourteen o'clock. - Who is knocking about like this? - I thought to myself. All the people who came to mind should be working at this hour.

I opened the door. I was greeted by four pairs of laughing eyes.

- What are you brewing? The smell is wafting all over the staircase. - said Thomas and entered the apartment. Behind him Victoria, Ethan and Damiano walked in like one. It must have been hellishly hot outside, because their faces were slick with sweat.

- Getting here to you...," said a tired Ethan, who leaned on his bent knees.

Damiano and Victoria entered the depths of the apartment and made their way into my small but charming kitchen. I shouldn't be surprised that they walk in like they're getting along since we've known each other since middle school. First I was firmly friends with Damiano and my charming cousin Thomas, and then Victoria and Thomas came along. Well, that's how we've been going on for several years now, and there's no indication that this would change.

- I baked rolls. Help yourselves... - I said entering the kitchen and finding my friends eating sweet baked goods. - It doesn't matter, you did it yourselves.

I took off my apron and hung it on the back of the chair where Victoria was sitting. I took the black baking tray with the bread they had interrupted me from baking and put them in the heated oven.

I crossed my eyes with Damiano, who was just wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

- Pretty good for you. - He said and sent me a wry smile.

In response, I showed him the middle finger.

- Did you just come to eat all the food in the house, or did you just miss me. - I said leaning against the countertop. - I know that because of your concerts we see each other less often, but it's still several times a week.

The career of the most important people in my life accelerated after they won the most important song contest in all of Italy. After San Remo came Eurovision and another huge success, which they deserved. Now they are stars of the stage; there are many concerts, interviews and guest appearances ahead of them. I was also busy in Rome, so we sometimes happened to pass each other.

- Well, it just so happens that we about the concert. - said Ethan, who was wiping his frosting-dirty fingers in a cotton napkin.

- What concert? - I asked, although it was rather obvious that it was about their concert.

- In two days we are playing a concert in Gdynia. - Victoria said. - We would really like you to come with us. It's been so long since we've been anywhere together. - added the blonde.

My reaction was almost immediate.

- What do you need me for there. - I waved my hand at it. - You have fans there waiting for you, and I will only be a distraction.