the sun always rises || dybala

10: macaroni song

domenica 02:17

paulo
CHARLENE PLS COME OVER THIS IS URGENT
paulo
ARE YOU GETTING MY TEXTS!!,!?!,!!(!(
paulo
THE EARTH WILL EXPLODE IF YOU DONT COME AND HELP ME

You have four missed calls from paulo!

charlene
WHAT HAPPENED????? ARE YOU OKAY?
charlene
COMING OVER IN 10 AJAJKSADFKAJSF

Charlene stood clad in her penguin pajama pants and Croatia NT sweatshirt right in front of Paulo's door. Her heart was beating fast, almost too fast for two in morning, but Paulo texted her in a sense of urgency, so was up and running out of door, into her car and drive straight to Paulo's place in the dead of the night.

Usually, Charlene wouldn't pay any attention to anything that happens overnight, but Paulo had set off seven notifications in one minute, so she figured it was important from why he typed in all caps. She probably wouldn't get up if her apartment was on fire, but she would if Paulo needed her.

Two raps on the wooden door, and it flies open in an instant.

"Oh, thank God!" A shirtless Paulo grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his house, practically sling-shooting her into the couch. "Thanks for coming, I was about to cry—"

"Yes, yes, but what's the emergency?"

He picked up the guitar (?) from the other side of the couch and took the scatter of papers in his hands and shoved it towards Charlene. "I'm trying to write a song for Anto but—"

"Paulo—" Out of all things! Oh my God.... She literally thought he cut his hand off and needed her to drive him to the hospital! Robbery! Arson! Murder! But no! It's a song for his girlfriend that broke up with him once. "No."

"Please?"

He gave her the puppy dog eyes, clasped his hands together like a nun, and got on his knees. What makes him think that she's do something to help him for his girlfriend? The one who called her emo?

"Paulo, it's two in the morning," she sighed, running fingers through her hair. "I was doing some important things, you know. I had stuff to do."

"Oh, really? What kind of stuff?"

That's when Charlene started to hesitate a little. "Watching videos about unsolved mysteries?" Not gonna lie, she thought she was going to fucking die once she stepped outside her apartment. "And eating dinner, but that doesn't matter. Why are you asking me to help you with your song?"

"Because—okay." He sat on the couch next to her. "I'm probably going to forget the words and the notes, so I tried to write them in music alphabet. Then I realized that it's too hard, and you play the flute—"

"Violin."

"—violin, so maybe you can help me?"

Whatever lie Paulo is trying to explain to her must have been made up two minutes ago because it was the most pathetic thing she's heard. I mean, there's absolutely nothing on the papers except song lyrics and drawings of the Juve squad in pink pen.

Charlene gave him a dead look. Seriously? "You're kidding, right?"

"Maybe." She rolled her eyes, standing up to get out of his house and back in the comfort of her apartment, but he grabbed her wrist, giving her the big puppy dog eyes again. "But can you just help me with the song? I want to make it good for her."