Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

XIII

- Don't stress, there's nothing to stress about – the black-haired woman said in an encouraging tone.

I let out a loud breath and looked at her.

- That's easy for you to say Chantal, you're not the one who will be singing there. - I said as I watched her put the cosmetics into the big trunk.

- Don't forget that you agreed yourself. Nobody forced you to do it. - said the woman correctly. Nobody forced me. - It'll be fun, I'll give you such a cool makeup, that you'll instantly gain self-confidence.

The thing is, I don't lack confidence. I have plenty of it. I'm just a perfectionist and everything I do has to be perfect. Without a single flaw. I'm afraid that I won't be good enough and the audience won't like me. Currently, this is my biggest fear.

- I hope it will pass by tonight. Do you know what Michael has prepared for me? - I've completely changed the subject.

Michael and Chantal are an inseparable, perfect duo. The first one is a stylist. The clothes he picks for them are cosmic. They always emphasize their attractiveness. I think he follows the rule the less the better, because the amount of clothes on my friends' bodies is always rather minimal. Chantal for that is their makeup artist. I call her a brush virtuoso because what she is able to create on the face is beyond my wildest expectations. This woman is an artist.

- I don't know, honey, definitely something that will make everyone's jaws drop. - She winked at me. - Do you know how long it will take them to finish this interview? I'm starving, and I'd love to get some dinner. - she said.

I shook my head in the negative and shrugged my shoulders.

- I have no idea. I'll go and see, maybe nobody will chase me away. - I laughed.

I walk out of their dressing room and traverse the hallway to get to the set they are on. I walk quietly into his area. Some boy shows me to be reasonably quiet. I nod at him and stand not far from the sound guy.

Thomas notices me right away and smiles slightly in my direction, I return the favor.

The journalist is a young woman, barely a few years older than us. She seems very relaxed, laughs a lot and asks great questions. Not obvious and different from everyone else. I've been to several interviews with them and the same questions always come up again and again. "What does the name of your band mean?", "Tell us about your beginnings", "How do you feel about such a big success". The same questions ran through every interview. I was sick of them, probably even more than they were.

- Damiano, I've heard you talk about your cats many times. Where did you get the idea for their names? - The blue-eyed girl asked.

Dam furrowed his eyebrows slightly, I don't think he was expecting such a question.

- Legolas is named after a character from Lord of the Rings. It is my favorite movie. - He interjected by fixing his hair. - With Bidet, the story is a little more confusing. The first day we lived together he got stuck in the bidet. Lil and I tried to get him out, but it was impossible. We had to call the firemen.

Everyone laughed.

I remember it like it was yesterday and at the time he was not laughing at all. We both ran around the apartment like we were burned trying to find a way to get B out. I wanted to grease him with butter, but Damiano told me to knock myself on the head. I still think it was a great idea that could have saved us a visit from the guards.

- Lil? Who is that? - Asked the leader leaning forward slightly.

- Lilith, my friend. - replied Damiano giving me a few seconds but very intense look.