Hey there! We'd like to say just one thing before leaving you to the story: it was originally meant to be in Italian, but, since Saulbert isn't very appreciated over here, we decided to translate it in English, to see if it was going to have more success among non-Italian readers.
English is NOT our mother tongue, so we already know that there are probably few mistakes here and there, but we wanted to try and publish it anyway. However, before translating everything, we'd like to understands if it is worth spending time for.
Here it is just a very short prologue...so let us know if you think we should go on or not. Don't worry if you don't like it, we understand that this could be a complete disaster, but just tell us, please :)
PS: We've just sing in, so we're still quite confused on how this website works...we hope we did this right XD
Prologue
-Hey, Koskinen! The boss wants to talk to you. Now.- The novice with blond hair and crystalline eyes, who was sitting at a small, dusty desk in the corner of the office, turned toward the guy who was calling him.
-Got it.- He answered simply. Sauli was 27 year-old man, just arrived at the editorial office of a small gossip magazine. He had studied literature at the university of Helsinki and he has never been keen on writing about gossip, but he didn't have much choices. He had to start from somewhere, even though that wasn't exactly what he aspired to and he wasn't very at ease in that kind of environment. However, he has quickly learnt how to behave in that office. Nothing was taken seriously, meaning that stories were often made up, based only on some rumors or some stupid, controversial picture taken from only God knows where.
Like nothing was too formal, except in a couple of occasions, also the clothing was pretty much casual. On that day, Sauli was wearing a couple of blue jeans and a light blue shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, so that the tattoo on his left arm was clearly visible.
He stopped typing, he stood up and he went to his boss's office, to see what the hell that asshole wanted.
Hesitating, he knocked on the door before opening it.
-Have you asked to see me, boss?-
-Yes, please come in, Sauli- He has always hated the way he used to pronounce his name, since the first time he met him. It sounded like he wanted to play the part of the benevolent father who cares for his son. But he was just some old perv and the result was absolutely disgusting. There was something sick about that man, not to mention he was about 30 years older than Sauli.
His presence was enough to make him want to puke, however he had to endure. He couldn't afford to resign from that job.
He entered the room, he closed the door behind him and he headed towards that despicable man, sitting on the chair in front of his messed-up desk.
-We need an interview with this guy...- said the boss, showing a picture to Sauli. The photo represented a man about 30 year-old, with dark hair and sunglasses which covered the eyes. He wasn't wearing anything special, just a common t-shirt and black jeans which ended in boots of the same color.
It looked like one of those typical picture taken by some paparazzi, who try to makes some money out of a bunch of images of everyday life.
Sauli focused on the face of the man, attempting to recognize him, but, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to find him a name.
-Who's supposed to be?-
-Adam Lambert, a singer. His sophomore album has just come out and it has already hit the tops of the charts. I want an article, an interesting article, possibly.- said, emphasizing the adjective.
-And you want me for this job?- Sauli was quite surprised. He was still at that level where he writes the horoscope and the joke of the day. What had he done to deserve such a story? Okay, maybe he didn't wanna know, better not to ask questions if you don't wanna hear the answers.
-Yes, I've noticed you're really working hard. I want to give you the chance to show me what you're worth.-
-Thanks, boss.- he still wasn't quite sure if to trust him was a good idea. It felt like something wasn't right, but he wasn't able to do much about it.
-Don't you dare to disappoint me.- He warned him -You're leaving in four hours.-
-To where?-
-Isn't it obvious, son? Los Angeles.-
-Los Angeles?- he was kinda shocked, he coulnd't believe it.
-Of course. Now go and get ready.- The boss cut the conversation handing some sheets and the tickets for the plane to Sauli.
