Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Staranzano, right? The sun’s blaring through my window on Via Roma, and I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But I gotta hustle. Music editing waits for no one, ya know?
First stop, the café on Piazza della Libertà. Best cappuccino ever! I grab my usual, and the barista, Marco, gives me that look. You know, the “you’re late again” look. I’m like, “Chill, Marco! I’m just here for the caffeine!” He rolls his eyes, but I swear he loves me.
So, I’m chugging my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my client, freaking out about a track. “It’s gotta be perfect!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a jingle for a pizza place!” But whatever, I’m on it.
I rush down Via Trieste, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need in front of the church? It’s just a church! Anyway, I get to my studio on Via Garibaldi, and it’s chaos. My buddy Luca is there, trying to fix the soundboard. “Dude, what happened?” I ask. He just shrugs. Classic Luca.
We start working, and I’m in the zone. Editing, mixing, you name it. But then, the power goes out. Like, are you kidding me? I’m ready to throw my laptop out the window. But then I remember, “Hey, it’s Staranzano! There’s a gelato shop down the street!” So, I grab my stuff and head out.
I stroll down to Gelateria Artigianale. Best gelato in town, hands down. I get a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. Life is good again! I sit on a bench in the park, just enjoying the vibe. Kids are playing, old folks are chatting, and I’m like, “This is what it’s all about.”
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour! I’m sprinting back to the studio, gelato melting all over my hands. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Staranzano, why?”
Finally, I get back, soaked but alive. Luca’s still there, and he’s like, “You look like a drowned rat.” I’m like, “Thanks, man. Just what I needed to hear.” We get back to work, and somehow, we nail the track. It’s fire! I send it off, and my client is thrilled.
But then, I check my phone. My buddy Marco from the café texts me. “You left your wallet here.” Great. Just great. I’m like, “I’ll be right there!”
I dash back to Piazza della Libertà, and Marco’s waiting with my wallet. “You really need to get your life together,” he says, smirking. I just laugh. “Yeah, but at least I got gelato!”
As the day winds down, I’m walking home, reflecting on the madness. Staranzano is wild, man. One minute you’re editing music, the next you’re running from the rain. But that’s life, right? Full of surprises.
I get home, plop on my couch, and think, “What a day.” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Staranzano, you crazy little gem, you’ve got my heart.