Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

VII

People tend to underestimate things until they lose them. This is a common phenomenon that passes from generation to generation. We always want to strive for more, to live more. We overestimate what we have, even though others would give anything to trade their lives with us. I have to admit that ever since I received that strange letter a strange restlessness has set in in my life.

Damiano and I decided that we would not tell anyone about this strange incident. We didn't want to stress our friends, let alone our family. I don't want to sow ferment since it's probably just some kid making fun of us. I have decided that I will take steps if my potential abuser gives a shit again.

We are sitting in the studio right now and we are rehearsing. That is, they're rehearsing and I'm sitting there rooting hard for them. I'm holding my laptop in my lap and doing a report to my dad that I had to make up for the time I was sick. Actually, I didn't have to, but I wanted to do it. I need to gain as much experience as possible so that I can move forward with my own project in the spring.

- Okay, people. - said Damiano, who had just risen from the couch I was sitting on. - If we work at this pace, Rush will be built when we are old and infirm.

- I think you. - I replied, forcing myself into the most childish text I could afford.

I looked at him with pity in my eyes. I don't know about him, but I plan to become a sexy MILF that everyone will look up to. Children are not planned, at least in the near future. For that I will spoil my friends' kids.

Victoria picked up on my cutting humor and replied to the brunette:

- Listen Damia, we know that you are an old-school man, but don't measure everyone by your yardstick.

I laughed and gave a juicy high-five to the blonde. We are a veritable power duo.

Damiano rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at us. I did a dodge, the soft material bounced off the back of the couch and fell to the floor right at the foot of my feet.

- Be quiet already and let the adults do the work. - he said.

The rehearsal began again. I grabbed a reclining pillow, took it and hugged it to my stomach. I tucked my legs under my chin and wrapped them with my hands.

I watched closely as Thomas and Vic tuned their guitars, Ethan played some rhythm on the cymbals of his drums and Damiano warmed up his vocal cords. I don't quite understand how repeating a different sequence of words quickly helps voice emission, but I don't interfere. I think he knows better.

I aim my gaze at Damiano and take a moment to observe him. I watch as he runs his hand through his hair, combing it with his fingers, only to do the same a moment later. At one point he turned his head toward me, and our gazes met. The brown of his eyes overwhelmed me to the point that I looked away abashed.

My behavior surprised me, to say the least. I have never had a problem with self-confidence and was definitely more often pestered than abashed by a man. I didn't understand the state I was in and how I had begun to react to Damiano. I had never seen him as anything more than a friend. Or maybe I didn't want to see?

Despite the weather being quite warm for October, it was frighteningly cold in the studio. Or at least I was chilly. I have to admit that I may not have dressed appropriately for the weather myself, but that doesn't change the fact that it's about seventeen degrees here. What a place, not to live in!

- Do you guys have any financial problems? - I burnt out suddenly.

The music suddenly quieted and all eyes turned to me.

- No. - They spoke up as one.

- Why should we have? - asked a bewildered Victoria.

- Well, then start paying for the heating, because it's going to freeze here. - I said reproachfully and theatrically gritted my teeth.