𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 from the pov of Marlena (most of the time, but the other pov's are about her). Marlena is the muse behind the band, mentioned in their album "Il ballo...
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MARLENA
August 2016, Rome
After Damiano's little show on the street, I was in seventh heaven. He had sung once before for me, but then he was not throwing himself completely for an audience. I was flabbergasted and honored. Since when have I gotten a soft spot for boys and romance? The old me would never, I would have said something sarcastic, probably mean. But the way he smiled at me and the stars in his eyes shone, I could have never rejected him. Even after our little quarrel and the nasty looks we threw at each other that day, I said yes with no doubt. Because what he did to me was marvelous magic and I was caught in his spell. I felt adored but also empowered because he made me feel like a princess, he pulled me out of my comfort zone, that's for sure, but he did it without restraining me and making me do something I would've regret later on. He was just making my flowy dress fly like rose petals in the wind, passionately trying to make our little audience see the beauty he sees in me.
And afterward, I didn't want anything more than doing this over and over again, that's why tonight we're going out together. I tend to wear a nice dress, but then I realize he has only seen that side of me, the girl with the flowy colorful dresses, but I decide to go for something more casual, a bit more edgy like their own style. So I put on a checkered shirt and a black high-neck jumper. My Doc Martins are essential for this outfit. Last, I put on a little make-up, not my usual but luckily I've learned some skills in ballet school. I draw a perfect winged eyeliner, apply my mascara and put some kohl under my eyes, making them pop. For my lips, I only use some translucent lipgloss. I look in the mirror and see a girl I don't know, she looks surprisingly groovy but not in any way like me, so to balance everything out I put on a cute necklace and put my hair in a high bun with a couple of curly locks in front to accentuate my cheeks. And now I feel good by the way I look.
I wonder what my new friends will think, I suppose they're going to be surprised but hopefully in a good way.
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We meet in front of the bar, so Damiano and I can go inside together. He is wearing a colorful suit, also completely different from how I saw him the previous times. When he spots me he immediately has a grin on his face. "You look different!" he exclaims, "But also hot... Yet I still think I prefer your flowy dresses," he winks. We first sit down and have a nice talk, about anything and everything. We have some drinks and laugh, I already start to feel a little woozy in my head but that's fine. Then he stands up and drags me with him straight to what's supposed to be the dancefloor. We've had danced before but this time it was different, our first real date, or how he calls it. Ten minutes later, Vic, Thomas, and Ethan pass by. They insisted to "come and vibe" with us but I'm quite sure they're mostly here to check on me and Dam.
