The most horrible day that ended not so horrible. (Il Volo fan fiction)

Chapter 3: The trouble with chocolate.

We had arrived to Humphrey's concerts by the bay with no problem, and had completely forgotten about the Alyssa incident on the phone. It was still early, and we managed to get great parking. "OK, girls I'll drop you guys off here I guess, and meet you inside after I get the tickets and VIP passes out from the ticket person." Elga said to us from the car.

"OK..." We both said to her as we walked away. We peeked our heads through the entrance of the place. It was mostly empty except for the music crew and the staff were setting stuff up.

"Do you see Alyssa anywhere?" Kate asked breaking the silence

"Nope. I guess we got here before her."

"Sweet. What are we waiting for then, let's put our butts into gear before that beoch gets here," Kate said running inside,

I grinned, and started to get my excitement back. Sadly that wasn't going to last.

  

  

  We were looking around and trying to figure out where the guys were. The scenery around the stage was mostly ponds and vegetation it was actually really pretty, and there were hotel rooms facing the stage so you could watch the show from your balcony. As I was scanning the balconies I saw a familiar face.

"Hey Kate! I see their manager Michele." I said pointing up to the 2nd floor. Kate looked up and squinted her eyes to get a better look.

"The silver haired hairy dude with the John Lennon glasses?" She said confused. I frowned. "Kayto, that hairy dude is Andrea Boceli's manger and Iva Zanicchi's too!"

"Zucchini?" She said raising an eyebrow. I face palmed myself. "Zanicchi..."

"What ever vegetable she is. Nows your chance to break the ice with their manager." She said gleefully.

I rose an eyebrow. "You mean you want me to sing to the manager too? What about Gianluca?" I said confused.

She stared at me in disbelief. "Your kidding me, right? Look. If you sing for Michele maybe he will like you, I know he will because your style of music is up his alley. All opera, classically and bonus you sing and speak Italian. I'm practically serving you on a silver plater, "

"You thought of this before huh?" I said nervously

"Yup, in the car actually. I was thinking up things that would bug the crap out of Alyssa." She said melancholy.

I looked up at Michele and then back at Kate. "I don't know about this... What do I do? Do I just start singing here randomly like a crazy person?" She grinned a wide toothy grin. That one she always does when she's about to tell me something sneaky. "I also thought about that mi Amiga. Remember that awhile back I told you that I knew a guy who owed me a favor, who worked as a stereo technician for Humphrey's?"

"Nope..." I said trying to think,

"Well... He he he..." She turned me around and led me up the stairs of the stage. My eyes grew wide as we reached the top. I saw all of the technician guys and band people setting up their equipment. I recognized the pianist when he passed by me. I waved casually and he saw me a smiled. "Shena, this is Sandro. He is the guy who's going to help you out." I looked up at him. He was tall, young, and had dark hair that was slicked back. He was a pretty hot Italian actually... Or Argentinian judging by his name. I then started humming a song by one of my moms favorite singers, also named Sandro.

"You know Sandro?" He said with a light accent. I smirked. "Si... Tu eres de Argentina? I asked. He grinned, "Si, piva! How can you tell?"

"I thought of the singer Sandro, I knew you would either be Italian or from Argentina because of your name." I beamed. Kate quickly changed the subject. "Anyway... Sandro remember that thing I gave you because you had forgotten that it was you and your girlfriends anniversary? And that you said you would do anything to repay me, and I told you it was OK. That there will be a time I'll come to you for a favor?"