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first of all, PIERO BARONE has a perfect body, like every young lady could wish for A HUG under these arms… im sure it feels like heaven. i dont even want to mention his “soft” voice, like, just imagine… wow. why i made myself sad lmao wow.
the fact is i will never ever get a hug from him, i’ll probably never see him in live concert, i cant even talk with him because im pretty sure my english will be like if i ever see him: “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW” hahaha. then he will run away lol.
I first reposted this years ago before I actually met Piero. Rereading this again it’s incredible to see that after so long I actually got the pleasure of knowing what this felt like. Wow. Life’s crazy that way, reminding you of a time before the best day of your life happened
Is it just me or does Piero Barone look like a completely different person than he did 10 years ago? Like, I know time flies and he grew up and everything but he just became someone else, and that blows my mind.
Okay, rant done.
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Love pieros part in this song
“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald; More Than Just a House (via quotexcerpts)
Il Volo imagine, part 1: when someone makes you feel bad at their concert.
Today is the big day.
“How do I look?” you ask your best friend. “Do you think it’s too much?”
“Of course not, (y/n),” she replies. “You look cute.”
You two just went to Meet and Greet booth to pick up your VIP passes and are walking into the concert hall where Il Volo will be performing in a little bit. You clench your pass in your shaking hands, biting your lip softly. (y/f/n) notices and laughs.
“(y/n), you’re obsessed,” she says. “It’ll be okay tonight. Trust me, they’ll think you’ll look cute too when you meet them.”
“No, it’s not that, (y/f/n),” you shake your head.
“Really? What is it then?”
You gulp and play with your hair, fixing it so that it would cover part of the birthmark that is on your face and chest. “Just…feeling self conscious, I guess.”
“About what, that?” (y/f/n) says, scowling a little bit. “(y/n), you look gorgeous. There’s no need to feel so self conscious over a stupid birthmark. If anyone gives you crap, I’ll deal with them.”
You shrug halfheartedly. It had only been a week since the latest embarrassing incident occurred. You were checking out at the supermarket when a little boy in line asked his mother what happened to your face. The other customers, who were trying their best to avoid looking at you, gave you mortified looks of sympathy and then hurriedly looked back down again as if nothing happened.
“Thanks,” you force a smile. “I’ll be fine. Everything will be okay tonight, like you said. How about we find our seats?”
You and (y/f/n) spend about a minute or two walking around the hall until finding your seats–only a few rows away from the stage. Your heart sinks as you become even more anxious.
“How about that?” (y/f/n) chirps, sitting down. “We’re so close to the stage! Lucky you, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” you sit down next to her, giggling nervously. “I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”
(y/f/n) pulls out her phone from her purse. “How about some selfies? Everyone will be so jealous of us when they see where we are right now!”
“Oh fine,” you roll your eyes. “You always say that when you take a selfie.”
“Hey, I’m not wrong most of the time, am I?” she replies as she opens the camera app.
“More like less than half the time,” you reply back jokingly.
“Psh. Whatever.”
You and (y/f/n) spend the next five minutes or so taking pictures, posing and making goofy faces for the camera. Despite yourself, you start to feel more relaxed and less nervous about seeing the boys for the first time. About fifteen minutes before the concert is supposed to start, (y/f/n) grabs her purse and stands up.
“(y/n), can you look after my stuff real quick? I have to use the restroom.”
“Sure, but you gotta be quick,” you say. “The concert is starting real soon.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back so fast, it’ll be like I never left,” she hurries past you and walks to the exit.
You sit back in your seat and smile to yourself. You feel happier and more reassured.
(y/f/n)’s right, you think. Everything will be okay. I was just overreacting. Tonight will be a good night.
That’s when it happens.
An older couple in their late fifties or early sixties walks past and sits in front of you. Nothing seems out of the ordinary at first. A few minutes pass, and you text (y/f/n) to hurry up. When you look up, you see that the older lady is staring at you. Not just glancing at you and then turning away when she notices that you see her. She is staring dead on at your birthmark. You try your best to not groan and roll your eyes at her.
Don’t acknowledge her, (y/n), you think. Don’t do anything to cause any trouble. Don’t let this ignorant hag ruin your whole night.
After another awkward minute of her staring at you, she finally turns away. You let out a small sigh of relief and try to shake it off, but then you hear this:
“Did you see her?”
“What? Who?”
“That girl behind us, the one with that…thing on her face.”
“Oh honey, be quiet.”
I know, but, just–I just can’t understand how people like that can walk around and not be embarrassed. I mean, it looks absolutely disgusting. Why can’t she just find some way to cover that thing up?”
You freeze up in shock. Even though it had not been that long since someone had openly made some sort of comment about your birthmark, you are completely stunned at how nasty and ignorant this woman sounds. The shock melts into anger, and you feel tears stinging in your eyes.
“Hey!” you hear (y/f/n) say, “thanks for–”
She pauses, sensing something is wrong.
“(y/n)? Are you okay?”
You look up at her, feeling the tears rolling down your face. She gawks at you, dumbfounded.
“(y/n), what happened?” she asks.
You shake your head. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you reply softly.
“No, please,” she pleads, sitting next to you. “Did someone–”
You shush her, fearing that the woman in front of you will overhear her. She pauses again, then whispers, “Did someone–you know–say something?”
You nod your head, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.
“Who would–why?” she shakes her head in disbelief. She reaches into her purse and takes out a packet of tissues.
“Here, it’ll be okay,” she takes one out and begins wiping your face comfortingly. “The concert is starting in a couple of minutes. Let’s just enjoy it, okay? And then we’ll meet Il Volo and it’ll be like nothing happened!”
But you can’t stop crying. You sit there with your head down and tears silently streaming down your face. You are mortified and angry–not because you can’t believe that someone would say something like that out loud, but you can’t believe that you let yourself get so upset.
A few minutes later, you see the concert hall become dark and hear music beginning to play. People begin to clap as Gianluca steps on stage and starts to sing. You bring your head up, trying to distract yourself, but when Ignazio comes on stage, you bow your head down again. Ignazio is your favorite member in the group, and you do not want him to see you; partly because you’ve been crying, partly because you feel so self conscious about him seeing your birthmark and being disgusted by it. (y/f/n) holds your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze every couple of minutes, but it does not help you feel any better. You feel humiliated, and all you want to do is leave.
After about 15 minutes, the boys take a break from singing to introduce themselves. You hear people laughing as they joke around and interact with the audience. You stare at your lap, wringing your hands and hoping that they don’t notice you. But then you feel (y/f/n) elbow you softly.
“Hey,” she whispers. “Piero’s looking at you, (y/n). Look!”
You look up, despite yourself. Indeed, Piero is staring at you, looking confused but concerned. You face becomes hot and you look back down.
Oh God, you think, he probably saw me crying this whole time. He probably thinks I’m some weirdo fangirl who’s only crying for the attention.
You feel butterflies in your stomach as you look at (y/f/n). “Can we please leave?”
“Leave? What do you mean?” she says with anger in her voice.
“I want to go. I can’t do this,” your voice trembles as new tears fill your eyes.
She gives you a clean tissue. “(y/n), please don’t be like this. You’ve been looking forward to this concert for months. You can’t let other people ruin this for you.”
You look back at the stage. Piero is now whispering something to Ignazio, who looks over at you and frowns. He then looks back at Piero and nods.
(y/f/n) wraps her arm around your shoulders. “Do you want to go outside for a couple of minutes? Just to get some fresh air, and we’ll come back. I think it’d help you calm down.”
You open your mouth to answer, but stop yourself as you hear Piero speak.
“Okay, now Gianluca, Ignazio and I are going to do something a little different tonight, so please bear with us,” he starts, walking around the stage. “We need to bring on stage a beautiful girl for our next song.”
Again, you look down as you hear the crowd giggle and whistle.
“No, no! We are being serious!” Piero exclaims. “We want to find a beautiful young lady in the audience and bring her up on stage to dedicate this next song to her.”
You nervously fix your hair again, trying to cover up your birthmark.
No way in hell will they ever pick me, you think.
Trying to distract yourself, you begin pulling apart the tissues (y/f/n) gave you earlier. It did somewhat calm you down in an odd way, but then you feel (y/f/n) elbow you again, this time much harder.
“(y/n)! Look! Ignazio!”
You give her a confused look, and she points out to the aisle.
“It’s Ignazio!” she repeats.
You turn your head around, and sure enough there is Ignazio, standing right next to you. He is so tall and looks so much more handsome than you could have ever imagined. Your heart skips a beat, and you slightly recoil from him. What could he possibly want from you, out of all people?
He smiles warmly and holds out his hand.
“Do you want to come up on stage with me?” he asks.
A/N: So I realized that this is going to be a really long imagine, so I’m splitting it up into two parts. Sorry for leaving it on a cliffhanger. I hope you guys enjoy it, and please give me any constructive criticism you have. This is my first imagine, so I would like advice on how to improve for any future imagines. Thanks!
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Ya know what really gets my goat? The fact that I HAVE HAD WRITERS BLOCK FOR 2 MONTHS IF NOT MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Signs as Il Volo’s siblings
Aries: Ernesto Ginoble Taurus: Mariagrazia Barone Gemini: Nina Boschetto Cancer: Ernesto Ginoble Leo: Francesco Barone Virgo: Mariagrazia Barone Libra: Nina Boschetto Scorpio: Nina Boschetto Sagittarius: Ernesto Ginoble Capricorn: Mariagrazia Barone Aquarius: Francesco Barone Pisces: Ernesto Ginoble
YES FRANZ MY BOI
Who the signs spend their birthdays with (REQUESTED)
Aries: Gianluca Taurus: Ignazio Gemini: Piero Cancer: Piero Leo: Piero Virgo: Ignazio Libra: Ignazio Scorpio: Ignazio Sagittarius: Gianluca Capricorn: Gianluca Aquarius: Piero Pisces: Gianluca
Yay I got Piero
What football match the signs watch and with who (REQUESTED)
Aries: AC Milan vs. Roma (Piero) Taurus: Juventus vs. Bayern Múnich (Ignazio) Gemini: Roma vs. Real Madrid (Gianluca) Cancer: Inter vs. Juventus (Ignazio) Leo: Bologna vs. AC Milan (Piero) Virgo: AC Milan vs. Real Madrid (Piero) Libra: Juventus vs. FC Barcelona (Ignazio) Scorpio: Juventus vs. Lazio (Ignazio) Sagittarius: Carpi vs. AC Milan (Piero) Capricorn: Juventus vs. Roma (Gianluca) Aquarius: Inter vs. AC Milan (Piero) Pisces: Real Madrid vs. Juventus (Ignazio)
Bologna vs AC Milan with Piero yesss
Who the signs would fight with the most (REQUESTED)
Aries: Ignazio Taurus: Gianluca Gemini: Piero Cancer: Gianluca Leo: Gianluca Virgo: Ignazio Libra: Ignazio Scorpio: Ignazio Sagittarius: Piero Capricorn: Ignazio Aquarius: Piero Pisces: Gianluca
Signs as Il Volo moments (REQUESTED)
Aries: “We feel very clean” (Piero) Taurus: Ignazio falling on stage Gemini: Gianluca singing to Martina Cancer: Il Volo winning Sanremo Leo: Ignazio imitating “The Godfather” on stage Virgo: Ignazio scaring their makeup artists Libra: Piero and Ignazio dancing in “Volare” Scorpio: Piero doing the moonwalk Sagittarius: Il Volo singing “Il Pucino Pio” on the radio (oh god) Capricorn: Gianluca getting emotional when they meet the cute little girl called Francesca Lorito who’s his biggest fan (in Laten Corazones) Aquarius: Il Volo performing in the Grand Final of Eurovision Pisces: Ignazio dancing in “Surrender”
I’m Leo omg ahahhaha
Piero Barone as an old man, and Ercole Ginoble (Gianluca’s dad), backstage of “l'amore si muove” PB: problems EG: did you eat your salad? PB: what? EG: did you eat your salad at the hospital? PB: if I did fu*k!? [Insalata=salad/scopata=fu*k; they rhyme in italian] EG: no! If you eat your salad!! PB: a fu*k…. eh, I would have liked it. Good evening, good ser. EG: Good evening. Careful on the steps. ·[Shared by Oblivion Production]
Im dead omg
