I know what you're thinking, a Eurovision au? Nicola, it's only April!
Yeah, people, here's the thing... I wanted to post that last May...
Sara is obvi my oc... why don't the sl charas have siblings like c'mon
Have fun reading!!!
Matteo wasn't entirely sure if the last few hours had really happened.
Everything still felt so surreal.
Just two hours ago he had sung his heart out on the Sanremo stage and now he was showered with flowers and well-wishes. His family had been the first to congratulate him, both his parents wearing proud smiles. Matteo's sister, Sara, almost killed him with her hug. "I always knew you would win. Nobody can resist the Balsano charm," she let go of him, stepping aside.
"Yes, the others had nothing on you," his best friend and manager, Gastón, interrupted their sibling moment, hugging him tightly. Matteo laughed a bit. Sure, having won Sanremo was nothing. It was not like he had left some of Italy's best singers and songwriters behind him. His fans must have dialled their hands bloody. He really needed to thank them.
"Alright, moon man," Gastón said, lightly shoving him towards the line of reporters, "time for the interviews."
"Congratulations on your win," a blonde woman said. "How does it feel to have won the ticket to Barcelona?" she then asked. The realization that he would really participate in Eurovision and what it meant hit Matteo at full speed.
He was going back to Spain. Back to Barcelona.
Back to her.
"Matteo, are you okay?" Gastón asked when the Italian hadn't answered his question yet. "Yeah, sure," he answered a bit spaced out. "Are you really sure?" Perida questioned again, not believing him. "Yes, we don't want to keep Ámbar waiting," Matteo said, reading the blonde's name tag.
That shut Gastón up, allowing him to answer the question. He did so with a smile and bid her goodbye after, the next interviewers already waiting.
"Hello, Delfi and Jazmín from Fab&Chic here," a black-haired woman quickly introduced herself and her colleague. "So, Matteo, everyone is dying to know for who you wrote the song for! Can you give us a hint?" she asked, looking at him expectantly.
Matteo's whole body tensed. He knew that with the tone of her voice Delfi wouldn't accept no for an answer.
"I wrote it for someone special a long time ago," he admitted, smile fading a little, not trusting his own voice to say her name.
"Well, we're sure, whoever it is, feels very special indeed right now," the read-head said warmly. Matteo liked her. She wasn't as harsh as Delfi. "Anything else you want to say? A greeting to your fans perhaps?" Jazmín suggested and Matteo promptly answered. "Yes, of course, my fans. I'm very grateful for every single call you made. I wouldn't be standing here without you," he stressed, smile truly genuine. "See you in Barcelona!"
They said their goodbyes and Matteo sighed when he saw how long the line of reporters still was. He would be doing this for a while now.
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Matteo really hated interviews nowadays. Everyone wanted to know who the girl of his song was. He always used the excuse that he wanted to protect her identity, and he did want that, but the whole truth was that it was too painful for Matteo to talk about it.
Sometimes Matteo wished he could just wake up with amnesia. Not remembering his time in Spain would be great. No heartbreak, maybe he could even skate again. Writing occasionally helped with his heartache, but skating was always a one-way ticket into depression.
