UNA NOTTE SOTTO LE STELLE

Come on Laura! Do not complain ..- snorted a tall girl with short brown hair and brown eyes too, pausing the CD on which she had recorded the music they were singing along.
-Federica, I said no. You can make it without problems, but I do not. I am not able to sing this piece. It is useless! - the other was shorter and had hair wavy brown violet hair, length just below the shoulders, regarding to the color of which they had been dyed and greenish brown eyes.
Once again they were there, in the living room of Federica’s apartment, arguing ‘cause one believed in the other’s potential, but this last was skeptical and pessimistic.
-But that is precisely why we are studying, no? Laura, we can do it together .. you've got the voice .. you have just to believe a little more in yourself. I've always said that when you play the flute, it seems as if you felt transported into another world, the emotions beset you and you cannot help but externalize them and then you ..just pretend you’re playing and show me what you feel.. .- she was really trying her best to make her friend participate in that competition.
That, moreover, was that night. And what did her friend decide? Not to go.. to "abandon". But she smiled. In spite of everything, perhaps, this time she had made it convincing. Perhaps she had touched a chord. And the answer was not long in coming.
-Eh, okay, let's try .- Laura agreed at the end.

Meanwhile, across town, a young beautiful and famous man woke up after a night plagued with an incredible headache.
-Bloody Hell. What time is it? - he turned over in bed and glanced at the phone ... 11:37. He snorted angrily. He really had to get up?
"But it's Sunday ... who makes me do it! "
And as if he had given voice to his thoughts, someone appeared in the living room, asking him politely to get out from under the bed sheets.
- Wake sleeping beauty .. you have a photo shoot for an advertisement today .- Ville growled at the phrase, putting his head under the pillow. A barely restrained laughter came. He decided to raise his head from the pillow of the sofa and stared at his questioner, who meanwhile had moved into the kitchen.
- It 's better that Nightwish begin to worry ... continue without the keyboarder would be a big problem because I swear that someday I make you out. Tuomas, I swear that my beautiful hands will tighten around your neck .. and it will be a slow and horrible death .. I'll make you suffer all that ..-
-Yes, Ville.. everything that I made you suffer for .. but now stand up: coffee is ready .- said the other laughing and motioning to follow him to the kitchen table.