Man, what a day! I woke up in Rossano-Stazione, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a guitar master, right? So, I’m all about that music life. But today? Pffft, it was like the universe was playin’ a sick joke on me.
So, I grab my guitar, head outta my place on Via Roma. Beautiful street, by the way. Old buildings, kinda charming, ya know? But the moment I step outside, bam! Rain. Like, seriously? It’s sunny one minute, and then it’s like the sky’s crying. I’m soaked in seconds. Great start, huh?
I’m trudging down Via Nazionale, trying to dodge puddles. I’m thinkin’, “This better not ruin my vibe.” I had a gig at this little café, “Caffè Centrale.” It’s a cozy spot, always packed with locals. They love their music, and I love playin’ for ‘em. But I’m already late, and my guitar’s gettin’ all soggy. Ugh!
Finally, I get to the café, and guess what? It’s closed! Like, what the heck? I’m standin’ there, drenched, lookin’ like a drowned rat. I knock on the door, and this old dude, Mr. Giuseppe, peeks out. He’s like, “Closed for a private event.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m the entertainment!” But he just shrugs. Rude, right?
So, I’m fumin’. I decide to wander around. I hit up the piazza, you know, Piazza della Libertà. It’s usually buzzing, but today? Crickets. Just me and a couple of pigeons. I sit on a bench, strummin’ my guitar, tryin’ to shake off the bad vibes.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, trippin’ over his own feet. He drops his ice cream, and I’m like, “Oh man, that’s rough.” But then he looks at me, and I swear, he gives me the biggest smile. Like, pure joy. I can’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They get it.
I decide to head down to Via Garibaldi. It’s a cool street, full of shops and stuff. I pop into this little music store, “Strumenti Musicali.” The owner, Marco, is a legend. He’s got this wild hair and a laugh that could wake the dead. I tell him about my day, and he just chuckles. “You need a drink, my friend.”
So, we grab a quick espresso. Best pick-me-up ever! I’m feelin’ a bit better, but still bummed about the gig. Marco’s like, “Why don’t you play here?” I’m like, “Seriously?” He nods, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this!”
I set up in the store, and people start to gather. It’s not a big crowd, but it’s enough. I start playin’, and man, it feels good. The music flows, and I forget all about the rain and the closed café. I see smiles, people tapping their feet. It’s magic, ya know?
After the set, I’m buzzin’. I thank Marco, and he’s like, “Anytime, brother.” I head back out, and the sun’s finally peekin’ through the clouds. I stroll down Via Roma again, feelin’ like a rockstar.
But wait, there’s more! I bump into this girl, Sofia. She’s got this killer vibe, and we start talkin’ about music. Turns out, she plays the violin. We hit it off, and I’m thinkin’, “This day just turned around!” We grab gelato at “Gelateria Rossano.” I get pistachio, she gets stracciatella. So good!
As the sun sets, I’m walkin’ her home, and I can’t help but think how wild today was. From rain to music to gelato and new friends. Rossano-Stazione, you crazy little town, you never cease to surprise me.
I get home, plop on my couch, and strum a few chords. I’m exhausted but happy. Life’s a trip, man. And today? Today was one for the books.