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Murder on your mind ~ Tom Holland

Pairing: DCI!Tom Holland x DI!reader

Summary: Inspired by my love for B99, and my guilty pleasures Silent Witness and Luther. What more can I say.

Wordcount: 5,4k+

Warnings: This is about a serial murder investigation, so it does discuss murder, violence, a chase, guns and shotwounds, a caraccident, unconciousness. They swear. Mentions of alcohol. A small kiss.

Okay if you need help understanding uk police ranks, (I did) I looked it up. So we have a chief inspector who in this case is the highest rank. Directly under him come the DCI’s (Detective Chief Inspector). Then a DI, (Detective inspector) and for today the only other rank I use is an officer, which is lower in rank than the others.

“And then the remaining time of today's briefing is for DCI Osterfield, he has a case he would like to discuss,” your boss says. Harrison stands up from his seat, and picks up the clicker for the screen.

“Thank you, Miss Carter. So, anyone who likes to take a guess about the crime?” he asks, and immediately hands fly up. “It was committed just an hour ago. Janssen?”

“Money laundering,” Janssens confident voice thunders through the room. He often wins these betting games, but mostly because nine out of ten times it is indeed money laundering. Harrison shakes his head.

“Too bad, it is definitely a big break in,” Claire says next to you. You shake your head. For a break in he would be talking with the uniform officers, he wouldn’t have needed to discuss it. Unless the stolen items are over a million, but then the news would surely have spread across the city already, and the new apps hadn’t put anything online yet.

“Hostage situation?” Jimmy shouts from the desk behind you. Jimmy always wants it to be hostages, because he is the only negotiator at the station. But hostages are way too uncommon, the chief would have told you about it. You know what it is the moment Harrison points at you.

“Too bad, you are all wrong. Y/n, like to take a last guess?”

“Murder,” you say, clicking your pen and closing your notebook. You cock your head to the side, “And it must be real nasty if you wanna discuss it,”

“Bingo! So we have a big ol’ murder on our hands,” Harrison says, clicking to the next powerpoint slide. A photograph of a bloody crime scene comes up. “And it is not just on our hands,” he clicks and points dramatically to the man who comes up on the screen, “This is Tom Holland, DCI in Southwest London. He is gonna be helping me because,” the next slide shows three almost identical scenes. “It’s a serial!”

“Ohh Tom is a handsome colleague. I would love to do a stake-out with him, if you know what I mean,” Jimmy bends over his desk and whispers to you. You shake your head laughing.

“Jimmy, you have a problem in need of fixing. Have you tried going on a date?” you whisper back. You don’t move quickly enough, and his playful slap hits you on the back of your head.

“For the record, you are way too excited about this,” Claire says, and DCI Osterfield blushes slightly.

“I just want to catch him, and not be a total mood ruiner while informing you,” he replies, clicking to the end of the slideshow.

“Does anyone recognise something from an old case? He works really neat, so Holland thinks it might be someone who has done it before,” The briefing room stays quiet as no one answers. You shrug your shoulders.

“Well please dig in your memory today, anything you remember might help. We have to solve this. I will need assistance, and chief told me detective Y/l/n has just closed her last case. Wanna help me?”

“Yeah sure,” you say, folding your hands underneath your head. The pictures look awful, and nothing like you have ever dealt with.

“Great, we leave for the crime scene after this,” Harrison says, and you nod at him, “Okay, that concludes the discussion. If press asks you about it, direct them to me or to the PR people, don’t tell them anything,” he walks back to his desk while Carter stands up.

“Good luck today, don’t forget to apply for the training day next week,”

“Okay so what is the deal Haz?” you ask. You sit in the car, on your way to the crime scene. He drives, and you drink from the Starbucks cup in your hand, trying to get them to warm up. Police cars are always terribly cold.

“There were three murders last week in Southwest, and tonight one on our area. As you saw in the pictures, it is all done almost precisely the same. So naturally we have to go there, because it’s our area, but the DCI from Southwest will be joining us as well, because he has worked this case for days now,”

“Do you know him?”

“Tom and I were together in high school, and at the Academy. We are good friends. He is an excellent detective,” Harrison tells you. Harrison was in the year above you at the academy, but you never really interacted with classes other than your own. You fall silent, not having much else to say. Your mind goes to the slide show of the victims. All the same position, almost the same place of impact. The photograph of this morning's victim flashes before your eyes.

“Any info on the victim already?”

“Sally Stars, 33, she is a tourist from the US,” you see the image of her again. Small woman wearing a yellow raincoat, lying on her back. Her shoes next to her body, no bag or anything. A big red spot on her chest where the bullet pierced her skin. One shot, quick kill.

“Where in the US?”

“Phoenix, Arizona,” That tells you precisely nothing. Although you don’t know what you hoped for.

“Other similarities between this case and the others, beside how they look?”

“All of them are tourists. It is a drama, working together with all the embassies,” he sounds bitter. The happy, teasing Harrison is gone now. At the station you can joke around, but as soon as you go out it becomes serious business. You hope this case can be solved quickly.

“DCI Holland, please let me through,” you hear a voice say. You look up to see the man from the photograph walking up to you. Removing your gloves you come up from your crouching position next to the victim.

“Goodmorning DCI Holland,” you extend your hand and he shakes it. You put your globes back on while you introduce yourself, “I am detective inspector Y/n Y/l/n. I will be helping you and DCI Osterfield with the case,”

“Great,” he says, before turning away to Harrison. “Please tell me there is anything different on this one,”

“Not as far as I can see Tom,” Harrison says, a thoughtful look in his eyes, “but you know more of the case, does anything seem different to you?” Tom takes his time inspecting the crime scene. He lifts things, ruffles through the bagged evidence and asks for some extra pictures. When he returns to Harrison and you his face looks almost angry.

“It seems like everything is the same,’ he says, suddenly he slams his hands down, “the fucker did it again. No fucking mistakes, how does he do it?”

“Something will come up,” Harrison says. You look around you, staring at the forensic experts who were bagging the evidence. The answer had to be here somewhere. Then you see a young man bag something a few metres from the body, at the edge of the scene.

“Hey, wait!” you scream, and you walk over to him, carefully stepping on the cleared ground. You almost smiled at what you saw, “Is that a,-”

“A phone,” DCI Holland says and he hurries over to where you are standing. You grab the bag from the stunned mans hands, and take out the phone. It feels icy cold through your gloves, and you see water drops on the side.

“It is soaked from dew and the rain this morning, I hope the lab can get something out of this,” you say, handing it over to Harrison, “It’s turned off, please keep it that way. If they dry it properly it might still work and that makes everything much easier.”

“This is new, the other bodies didn’t have a phone on them,”

“It’s his first mistake,” Harrisons says. You frown.

“Why do you think it is a man?”

“A wild guess, wanna bet on it?” he replies absently. Then he gives you the phone back, “what do you think of this? Does it tell you anything?”

“Old iphone, not a special model, Iphone 5. The case suggests that she is a big Harry Potter fan, that could explain why she was in Londen,” you take the case off the phone and grab the wet piece of paper that sits behind it, “And I wager she has a room in a hotel near Victoria's station. These are directions from there. To the right, past Victoria theatre, and so on. Call the station, they should be able to find the hotel,”

“That’s not right,” Tom says. His mouth is a thin stripe, and his forehead is wrinkled in a frown.

“Sorry what?”

“They already found her hotel room, near Covent Garden,”

“Then were would this lead to?” you wonder, inspecting the note closer.

“That is a very good question.” DCI Holland says, and he walks away. You stare at the piece of paper, as if it would start speaking if you look at it enough.

“Well, let’s go to this adress then,” Harrison says. You take a photograph of the paper and carefully put the phone back in the evidence bag. The ride is quiet, both you and Harrison deep in thoughts about the murder.

“Hello, I am detective inspector Y/l/n, and this is my colleague DCI Osterfield,” you show your badge to the man at the front desk. “We have some questions for you, regarding an ongoing case. Have you seen this woman?”

He inspects the photograph carefully and looks at Harrison. “Yes sir, I saw her yesterday. She came in to rent a safety box for a week. I can show you, although you need her permission to open it, or an official order.”

Harrison looks at you, and you shrug. “Shouldn’t be a problem. Can we see the box please?” he asks, putting his badge back in his pocket.

“Of course sir, follow me.”

“Nothing interesting in the locker, nothing in her hotel room. The first conversations with her family shows nothing of interest. There is no connection between them. Just the tourist thing. So based on that we have to assume he is killing at random,” Harrison is on the phone. He has big blue circles underneath his eyes. Probably matching yours. The second day on a murdur case is always heavy, as most of the evidence is processed, and the first results from the lab come in. You hear some murmurs on the other side and Harrison ends the call. He looks at you.

“Tom is on his way to us. He will bring his map of evidence and everything he gathered with the old cases,” you nod absently, looking at the giant board filled with photos, and the map. Red dots and lines all over the place, but it doesn’t make sense yet.

“Tourists don’t know the city well, so he might be able to guide them somewhere under false pretenses,” you say, “So maybe a cabbie? Who else moves anonymously through the city like that? I wanna see the CCTV,”

“There was no CCTV in the other cases,” Harrison tells you while typing on his laptop, “But we are lucky, they just placed a new camera at the shop across from the entrance of the park. They might have something. The officer should have sent,-” his voice trails off when he opens his mail and sees the file. Behind Harrison you see the door open and DCI Holland walks into the room. Harrison looks up.

“Tom, great, we were just going to watch the CCTV I texted about,” he starts the recording. The street on the screen is empty. “This is 21:00. Forensics guess she died around midnight,”

The screen stays empty as the video goes on to 21:00. At 22:38 a man walks through the screen with his dog. The small clock in the corner ticks through, 23:00, 23:30, 00:00. Just as Harrison wants to stop it you see something move in the corner.

“There,” you point at the bicycle that comes into view. A man is riding it, and when he turns into the park you and Tom see it at the same time. You shoot up, pausing the screen. 01:04.

“That’s her,” Tom says. Limp, on the back of the bicycle sits a woman, “is she conscious?”

“I don't think so, see here, he hits a bump and she doesn’t react at all,” Harrison says, playing the shot again.

“Does he return later?” you watch the remainder of the video three times, but nothing appears.

“He is smart, uses another exit. Who knows what happened after this, we need more on him,” you say, noting the times and details in your book.

“First we need to know who he is. Did they run facial recognition already?” Tom asks, turning to look at Harrison, who shakes his head.

“No, we are the first to see this material. Get the boss, I want to run this man through the system immediately.”

“I know him,” Carter says. She sits up straight in her chair and starts the tape again. She pauses it right as the mans face is in view. “Jason Sanders, ex police officer. He used to work for me back in the 90’s. He has grown older, but I am like 99% sure it’s him.”

“If he is an ex copper his face should be in the system,” Tom says. You just nod, noting down the name, and opening your laptop to start a google search. Two clicks and you are on his facebook profile.

“Yes he is a perfect match. Look at these pictures,”

“Okay, I want Claire to run a background check,” Harrison says, pointing at her. “Names, friends, family, address, possible gun registration, workplace. I want to know everything you can find. First, run his face through the system, I want to be sure it's him,”

“Sure, that should take about an hour,” she immediately opens her laptop and starts typing. Tom clears his throat.

“So, two of us have to go to the lab and talk with the forensic experts. And one needs to go through the three cases, see if we can find a new link. I have stared at the cases for hours now so I think it’s best if one of you takes a fresh look.”

“I will do it,” Harrison replies just a second quicker than you, “Y/n can go with you to the lab. I believe Henry will do the post-mortem, so she is probably happy to go with you.”

“I will tell you one more time Haz, no funny business between me and Henry,” you say with a stern look on your face, but you smile afterwards. Harrison always jokes about the doctor at the lab who has a small crush on you. In return you tease him endlessly about the defense attorney who is just a bit too sweet and open to Harrison for it to be professional.

“Well if the two of you are done wasting time can we leave, Y/l/n?” Tom is at the door quickly walking outside, but his harsh look doesn’t go unnoticed by you and Harrison. Harrisons shrugs his shoulders and you follow Tom through the door.

“Can you tell us anything interesting?” you ask Henry who is standing in front of a big window that shows the postmortem room. You look inside, shivering at the sight of the body on the table with all it’s organs stashed neatly beside it.

“There are so many interesting things to tell,” he laughs at Tom’s annoyed face, “Let’s get to business,”

“Please,’ Tom sighs, causing you to roll your eyes at Henry behind his back. Henry points to the large body bag on a table in the far corner of the room.

“That’s her. Full postmortem will be done tomorrow, it’s busy, but here is what we already can confirm. Victim is female, nothing weird about her body or anything like that. He probably killed her with that one clean shot. She has been drugged, we found alcohol and ketamine in her blood,”

“Just like the others,” you add. Henry nods and walks through the lab to a screen. He clicks on some buttons. A file opens, and you see a tinder profile and some messages.

“But Jackie ran tests on her phone, and there was a damned good reason he kept the other two.” You look up interested at those words, nodding to Henry to continue, “She was on Tinder, trying to make friends to go out with during her stay. She has texts with a man whom she had a date with last night. He called himself James, and had a random model photo on his profile,”

“Did you run that profile through the computer? Anything?”

“We can’t track the phone that belongs to the profile. We are waiting for access to the profile so we can see his other messages, that should be here later this afternoon. There is a possibility this is the way he finds and contacts his victims,”

“Shit” you say. Tom looks at the text chain unmoving. “Holland, are you okay? This could be a breakthrough.”

“Yes, could be. But we know nothing yet. Nothing is sure,” he says curtly. He walks to the door. “You let us know when the rest of the data is in,” he opens the door, gesturing for you to come after him. You stretch slowly, and smile at Henry.

“Thank you so much for your hard work, this could really mean much for the case,” you say, sending a provoking look towards Tom, “And I am sure my colleague here is just as thankful, don’t mind him, he has a bad day.”

“No problem Y/n, see you later,” Henry replies, sending a broad smile your way. You nod one last time before following Tom outside.

“What was that?” the anger in his voice is apparent. You smile sweetly and pat him on the shoulder.

“That, DCI Holland,” you pause shortly and look him in the eye, “was common decency. Be kind to the lab, and they will be kind to you. That applies to more things actually,”

“Don’t tell me what to do,”

“Don’t be unkind then,” you say, smiling at him, ignoring the irritation that burns within you. Damn that man. But you have dealt with a lot of unkind, bitchy police officers in your days, you won’t let him bring you down. You walk towards the car, grabbing the key from Holland's hand. “I’ll drive,”

Stakeouts are your least favourite part of being a detective. Nothing is worse than sitting the entire day, hoping for something to happen. You always called it the most boring aspect of your job. Even paperwork was more exciting. Problem was, you were very good at stakeouts. You somehow always noticed the change in a pattern that pointed to whatever you were looking for.

You sit across Harrison, your teacups on the table between you. The cafe is extremely busy, but you barely hear the noise around you. Your head is in filter modus. Tinder hadn’t yet given access to the account, so you and Harrison went to the place “James” had met up with Sally. You have been sitting here all day, going over some paperwork to pass the time, and with every hour your hope of seeing the person who pretended to be “James” dies a bit.

“What do you think will happen if tinder James is not Jason?” you wonder, stirring in your tea. Harrison looks up at your words.

“Well I am sure it has to be him. All the clues point to him,” he says, taking a sip of his tea. “The CCTV, suspects report, psychology sketch, background. His clean kills, any good copper knows how to clean up after himself. And we can’t find him at his home, because his wife kicked him out,”

“Good for her,” you mumble. Harrison chuckles, chugs the remainder of his tea and puts his papers in his bag. “Wait where are you going?”

“To the office. Tom is here to do the rest of the day with you. It’s only two hours.” he says. He gets up and stands up. He walks away, then turns around. He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Try not to kill him please,”

“Ha ha. I will try,” you say,

The hours with Tom are absolutely boring. He doesn’t even really look at you, let alone talk to you. And again, no one shows up. When the cafe closes you and Tom pack up your stuff, and walk outside. Then you feel your phone buzz. The screen flashes; Henry.

“Hey Henry”

“Are you in a car?”

“Almost, why?”

“Get in there and drive to Borough Market,” you turn to Tom and start walking faster.

“Get in the car Tom!” you almost shout as you run towards the driver side. Your emergency senses kick in, adrenaline courses through your body.

“We got to his profile, he has a meeting there in less than 10 minutes. Seventeen year old Canadian girl,”

“Shit,” you curse, and you slam the car door behind you. Your fingers fumble to get the key in the lock, but when you have it you immediately drive away. Tom hasn’t even closed his door properly. You put Henry on speaker and push on the button you put your sirens on. In front of you the cars make way for you.

“We’re driving, tell me everything,”

“We just got access to his profile, and we saw the meeting. At Borough market, 6 PM by the fudge stand. Harrison is at the station, he won’t make it in time. Look for Jason, and the girl has blonde hair, blue eyes. Her Tinder says she is nineteen, but we looked her up and she is seventeen. Harrison told me you two are closer, so hopefully you’ll be on time. He is on his way. I have to go,” you hear the beep that signals Henry has ended the call, and you take a quick left.

“Do you need me to navigate?” Tom asks. He is checking his gun, and picks a weapon stick from the glove compartment. You start to shake your head, but then you nod.

“It’s rush hour, could you check the streets I need to avoid?” you are calm now, your initial surge of energy is slowly leaving your body, making room for your more rational side. Tom is looking through his maps, and reassures you that you’ll be fine with the usual route. No detours.

“Could you check my gun Tom?” you ask, and you lean forward so he can grab it from your belt. He hesitates. “Come on I ask you to. You won’t even touch me. Quickly now ‘cause we are almost there,” He grabs the gun and starts to check it. You see you are getting closer to your destination, so you switch off the sirens. No need to alert everyone you are coming. Two minutes later you see Borough Market appear.

“Okay we both get out and walk to the stand. Do you know where it is?” Tom shakes his head. You park the car, put your gun back in your belt and cover it with your coat. “Luckily I do. Follow me, stay close, we don’t want to attract attention.” You walk towards him and he wraps his arm around you so you are close to him. It is an old tactic, one you have done about a million times with Harrison. You look like an uninteresting couple, and your heads are close, so whispering is easy. Perfect cover. But you feel Tom’s arm burning through your coat. That never happens with Harrison.

“Okay, lead the way,” he says, you shake your head to get rid of your thoughts and you start walking towards the market. You see the fudge stand, but no one suspicious around there. It’s busy, the market is closing soon, and the sellers are trying to sell their last bits.

“Do you see anything?” Tom asks, and you shake your head. You see a plate with testers for fudge and you walk over there. With the fudge in your hand you seize the opportunity to stand still and observe the whole market. Then you feel Tom shake your shoulder.

“There, at six.” you slowly look to your six o’clock, and you see a young girl. “She matches the description. We ought to approach her,” Tom says. You nod and step towards the girl, but then you freeze. At the other side of the market, close to your car, you see a man. Jason. You are sure, and then you see him dragging another young girl with him.

“Tom it's not her, there he is,” you don’t realise you are running until you feel yourself push people out of the way. Jason and the girl are about 50 metres away from you, but there are many people between you. Jason pushes the young girl in the back seat of a car, and you hear yourself shouting.

“Stop! Stop!” You run as fast as you can, but you feel your gut sinking. You are too late. As you see Jason step into his car you memorise his number plate. You try to throw yourself before the car, but you are too late to stop him from driving away. You pull your gun out, but you realise it is of no use in this busy street. You could hit his tires, but then he might swerve and hit some bystanders. You curse loudly.

“In the car, now!” you hear Tom shout from behind you. You start to run again, and launch yourself into the driver's seat. Your sirens blare, your tires screech, but you have him in vision. As you are driving you recollect your breath, and next to you you see Tom fastening his seat belt.

He calls Harrison, who says he can already see your car. Without looking away from the road you ramble the number plate to Tom, who repeats it for Harrison. You hardly hear their conversation, but you do feel the blood pumping in your ears. The car before you is driving unsteady, as if Jason is not yet sure what he is going to do.

“Where is he going to go? It is rush hour, traffic is awful! And he drives towards the city centre,” it doesn’t make sense to you. Until you see him diving towards a bridge over the Thames. Then it clicks.

“Shit, he is going to drive off the bridge!” you shout. You look to your side, and in Tom's eyes you see the same conclusion you just came to. Your mind races, searching for a solution. You see the car before you change lanes. You push the gas harder, accelerating and you also turn to the left lane, “I am gonna block him!”

“Are you sure? We might get hurt,” Tom panics. His hands are gripping on the side of his seat, his eyes wide from the adrenaline. Or fear, you don't know. Before you the car goes to the left, heading straight towards the rather fragile looking railing of the bridge.

“He will hit the seat behind me, not us,” you say, changing lanes, “I am like 75% sure this won’t end up getting us hurt. Badly.”

“That is not very comforting, Won’t he push us off?”

“No I don’t think so, trust me Tom!” you are driving faster now, and his car is almost near the edge. The last seconds before the hit seem like ages. With a bang the car hits the side of yours, precisely in the backseat of the driver side, as you predicted. You moan in pain as you feel the impact.

“Get out Tom! Catch him.” you scream, trying to cover up the fact that you are in pain. Getting your own door open appears impossible, and you use your gun to smash the window to get out. You feel adrenaline rush through your body, your mind blank, nerves numb. Your moves are by instinct, and when you see Jason run towards you, you throw your body towards him, blocking his way and bringing him to the ground.

“Jason Sanders, you are arrested on the suspicion of triple murder and attempted murder. Anything you say now can be used later in court,” you say as Tom gets the handcuffs on him. Behind you the other police cars all stop, and you hear Harrisons voice as you shakily get up.

“What was that!?! Y/n that was not safe!” you ignore his worries. First you need to see the girl. You stand beside Jason's car opening his backdoor, and you try to lift the unconscious girl out. Another officer takes it from your hands. “Are you hurt?” Harrison continues as he comes to a halt next to you.

“No I normally leak blood out of my side,” your adrenaline rush slowly comes to an end, and you feel the pain now. Your head feels heavy. “Probably cut it when I climbed out of the window. Also, I might have a concussion from the hit,”

Ten minutes later you sit in the open back of the ambulance. The victim is in the bed inside, and you were relieved to hear she had only passed out from the shock, but furthermore she was fine. After they checked on her a medic found time to stitch the scratch on your side. After their close examination your injuries are deemed minor. A deep scratch that looks fine after it is nicely stitched up and wrapped in bandage. After careful inspection of your head, they conclude you don’t even have a concussion.

But after that, you catch some faint whispers about shock and mental damage as they sneakily look at you. A blanket is wrapped around your body, and a few moments later, you also receive a cup of tea. And another blanket. You are about to run away when Harrison walks up to you. He clears his throat when he sees you, and gives you a quick hug.

“I have a lot of things to say, but none of them matter now. Well done on getting him,”

“Harrison, they keep putting blankets on me, I don’t want the blankets,” you say, shrugging them off and giving them to him.

“You’re in shock” he says, putting the blanket back over your shoulders. You shrug it off again.

“Yeah, not really. And even if, that wouldn’t mean I need blankets, I need booze,”

“Booze and a concussion are a terrible combination,” Harrison shakes his head at your comment.

“I don’t even have a concussion or pain meds. Really, I am fine. Where is Tom? I probably have to say sorry for risking his life.”

“Only if I file a complaint with HR,” Tom's voice makes you sit up straight and look around you. He walks around the corner of the ambulance. “Something I won’t do,”

“Oh great. Well I am sorry anyways. It was way too risky.”

“You executed it perfectly,” he says, a hint of a smile on his face, “Now I believe you said something about a drink, didn't you?”

Harrison laughs with you, but then excuses himself.

“You two go have that drink, I need to fill in all the paperwork. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,”

“Your loss,” Tom says, before turning to you. “Let’s go?”

“Lets go.” You say, smiling as he offers his hand to help you up. You think of slapping it away, but then you feel the stitches pulling in your side and you decide to take up his offer. Just this once.

~ One year later ~

“I can’t believe you had to almost kill him before he dropped his bitchy act,” Claire says laughing as she gives you the paper back. You and Tom shine on the cover of The Guardian, a press photograph taken on the night of Sanders' arrest. “J. Sanders locked up, evidence overload in serial killer case” the headline says.

After the arrest things moved slowly, Sanders his lawyer was a very persistent man. But now, months later the court case was wrapped, Sanders' guilt proven, and the judge ruled for the maximum sentence.

“Yes, his resting bitch face was a pain during that investigation,” you chime in, taking a sip from your beer.

“I am glad I dropped it though,” Tom says next to you, his arm wrapped around you. You smile, pressing a kiss on his cheek. So much has changed.

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Marked By Love - Looking good

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PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 MASTERLIST

Plop.

That was the only sound that echoed through the small bathroom as he dropped his phone in the toilet. Shawn had gotten over thousands of dm’s from his picture, but only one of them stood out. And a quick look at her account had confirmed his suspicions, it was her.

The moment of shock had caused him to loosen his grip on his phone, only to see it slide out of his large hand and into the water.

“Oh fuck” he mumbled as he rolled up his sleeves and bent down. His face twisted in disgust as he finally got a hold of it, and quickly fished it up. He held it with his pointer finger and his thumb as he walked out from the bathroom, placing the soaked phone on the counter as he grabbed the rice.

“Man, what happened?” A fairly drunk Brian giggled.

Shawn shot him a death stare and mumbled a short answer.

“I dropped it into the toilet”

“You did what?”

Now it was Andrew’s time to comment on the situation and Shawn rolled his eyes.

“She sent me a message and I dropped my fucking phone into the toilet! And I really need to answer her but I can’t!”

Geoff tried to suffocate a laughter that was bubbling up inside of him at the sight of the anxious twenty-year old.

Andrew sent him a look before turning back to Shawn, who was now almost laying, spread out over the kitchen counter. It was a sight to be seen. His tall legs standing steadily on the floor while his upper body rested on the table.

“Why don’t you just use mine?”

Shawn’s head shot up and he looked at Andrew with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Really?”

Andrew gave him a smile and handed over his phone and Shawn could almost kiss the man for saving him.

“Thank you!”

Shawn sat down on the side of the couch and quickly logged himself into Instagram, sending a few angry looks to the bowl with rice that contained his phone.

His account was blowing up from fans who wondered who the mystery woman was, to people claiming it was them. He couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes at the fame desperate girls.

As he found her message, he doubted for a second. He stared at the screen for a minute, seeing his own reflection stare back at him. This was crazy, he had wanted her for so long and now that he finally found her he didn’t even have the guts to text her back. Taking a deep breath, he accepted the message and began typing something. As he pressed send a smile made its way onto his lips.

He felt his friends buring stare on him and he gave them a confused look.

“What?”

Geoff let out a small laugh before taking another sip of his beer.

“You’re so fucked”

A relieved sigh escaped your lips as you put your bags down on the floor. They were filled to the rim with books and papers from school and were a lot to carry on one’s shoulders. Three weeks. Then you would be free.

You had big plans for your summer, including many different festivals, a vacation ,and staying up until sunrise. All were things you could not wait to be able to do again.

“Hello?” You yelled into the seemingly empty apartment and as expected the only thing that you heard back was the echo of your own voice.

With a happy whimper you melted down in the comfortable couch. Your eyelids were heavy and you fought the desire to let the sleep consume you. With a yawn you grabbed your phone and scrolled through tumblr. Reading some feedback on your latest writing and answering some asks you soon found yourself scrolling down the new posts. It was filled with pictures of Shawn, the picture. You couldn’t help but feel a little proud as you read the hundreds of comments of confused people trying to figure out what was going on.

Going into instagram, you saw the little blue arrow having a small ‘1’ over itself, and your heart skipped a beat. By the time you had gone into your dm’s, it was about to beat out of your chest. Your fingers were shaky as you pressed on the chat, reading the message a certain Shawn Mendes had sent you. You. Of all the millions and millions of girls that worshipped him on the daily it was your mark that was placed on his godlike body.

You read the message over and over again as a blush creeped its way onto your cheeks and you felt like you were walking on clouds.

“Not as good as it looks on you”

It was as the tiredness had washed away and you were now wide awake. A small green dot on his profile picture showed that he was online right now and you thought about what to write back. You weren’t the best when it came to flirting with normal guys, and what the hell do you write to your idol of years back? The tip of your tongue rested in the corner of your mouth as you concentrated on writing. You wrote a message, and erased it, wrote another one, and erased that too. A frustrated sigh left your lips after the fifth erasing.

Then something popped into your head, and you quickly pressed send. No going back now.

“I didn’t know you were so observant”

A smile came over his face as he read your message and he was quick to reply. But not too quick. He was sure to wait a few minutes before writing back to avoid sounding, you know, like you were the only thing running through that pretty mind of his.

“I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me then”

Your stomach did a flip as you read the little grey bubble. He was certainly flirting with you, at least that’s what you hoped. So you decided to be bold

“Oh, I think I know most of it”

Shawn nearly choked on his drink, getting the attention of the rest of the boys who looked at him with confusion written in their eyes.

“You okay there Mendes?”

Shawn nodded as he was coughing, holding his thumb up to show that he was okay.

The conversation continued through the night, and even if you were running on last night’s five hours of sleep, you had never felt more awake.

Shawn’s friends had left hours ago, not seeing the point in hanging around when he was clearly busy with other things. But they were happy for him, knew how much he craved someone. Or something.

It was 3am when Shawn asked if you could share numbers instead and you had gladly accepted his offer. The conversation had picked up on text message from there and you texted back and forth for another hours, too caught up in the moment, the feeling, to even think about sleep.

Shawn walked around his apartment, now with his functioning phone, in his hands and a toothy smile on his face. That smile had been there for so long that his cheeks hurt, but still he never wanted it to go away. She was just as he had imagined her to be, maybe almost better. And even though he had only talked to her for a couple hours, it felt like they where old friends. His phone vibrated and he was quick to unlock it.

“Can I show you something?”

He replied with a short “of course”, growing curious over whatever she wanted to show him. A minute later he got a pictures sent to him. It was a photo of her arm, more exactly her wrist, and on it there was a small rose. The same rose he had on his ankle. The same rose he had seen on so many of his fans before, but this was different. This was a girl he had fallen so headlessly in love with, and the confirmation that she felt the same, was enough to make him let out a scream of happiness and run around his apartment like a little kid on christmas morning.

“Wow, that does look a lot better on you than on me”

You let out an excited giggle at his response and you realized really how screwed you were for him.

“Oh stop it, it looks better on you. Everything looks good on you”

He was grateful that she couldn’t see him where he was sitting with his cheeks as red as her nail polish.

“LOL thank you ;)?”

“You’re welcome, you know i’m right”

“Haha, we’ll see about that!! Now I want to know something about you, since you apparently already know everything about me”

“Alright, what do you want to know?”

You woke up by the sun shining through your blinds, the broken one that you had told yourself you were going to fix for the last three months. You stretched out on your king sized bed and let out a yawn, thinking back to the night before. A smile was growing on your face at only the thought of him, the guy you had fantasized about for three years, was actually talking to you, and not just in a fanfiction. The two of you had talked until you saw the sun rise and he was like no guy you had ever met before. So sweet and so caring, funny but also sarcastic at times, he had it all. For some reason you felt so comfortable talking to him, like you could tell him everything that was going through your mind or just about why pasta is the greatest thing ever invented. It just felt right.

A quick look on your phone showed that it was already 11am and you got out of your bed with a sigh. Holding your phone in a firm grip as you reached the bathroom, thinking about Shawn’s story about how he dropped his into the toilet, you made sure that the lid was down. Brushing your teeth and hair, and applying a little mascara to your tired eyes, you decided to go out for lunch. There was no point in eating breakfast at this time, and you felt like treating yourself.

As you locked the door to your apartment, your phone lit up. Putting the keys into your purse, you read the text. The text from him.

“Goodmorning!! I’m tired”

The three words was enough to lighten up your entire mood and you walked on clouds to the elevator, where you sent him a text back, that was going to make him feel just the same.

You had three things you needed to do. Eat lunch, return two books to the library and go look for a new dress. The library thing was the first thing to get crossed over considering that it was located only down the street from your apartment. Your plan was to go get a dress right after, but the aggressive sounds your stomach ḿade left you changing the order.

Arriving at your favorite sushi place, you let out a happy sigh as you saw the bright colored signs in front of it. It was located next to a 24h- gym and that had made their opening hours pretty generous and as a college student, you appreciated that. The familiar bell made a soft sound as you entered the small restaurant and the workers welcomed you happily. You ordered the same thing as you always did and you gave them a smile as they handed you the plate.

You turned around to go find a place to sit but accidentally bumped into a tall guy behind you. The soya sauce spilled all over his grey shirt and wanted to sink under the ground and disappear.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I-I’m so clumsy I-” You started and looked up to face him for the first time when a familiar pair of brown eyes met yours.

Shawn. He was dressed in a a pair of black gym shorts and a tight shirt, like he was just coming from the gym. His curls were pulled back with a headband, a heaband you had made at least five appreciation posts for. He towered over you, and you realized that you never actually understood how tall he really was.

He looked just as surprised as you did, and you stood there as two fools just staring at each other. He shot you a sly grin that made your cheeks hot as he looked down on his shirt.

“So, do you really think I look good in this?”

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sgtduckybucky · 6 years

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Me Like Yuh

A/N: so, I noticed that there aren’t a lot of bobby x reader fics on here. especially T and under fics. most of them are smut so I decided to write one of my one. this is inspired by the song me like yuh by jay park and the dance cover by 1million. hope you enjoy! ^^You felt your heart skip a beat as You watched YG and the other board members review your audition video for the new iKON special dance stage for their upcoming Korean tour.

Here’s your outfit. Here’s Bobby’s. And here’s the dance video.

You were currently the main backup dancer for Blackpink, and, although it’s a huge honor to work for such young and talented girls, You wanted to expand your horizons a bit. You wanted to work with as many projects as You can and move a way from the girl group dances. You didn’t mind doing those, but You need more experience. You wanted to show off your talents and learn from others. That way, You can finally achieve your dream of opening your own dance studio and being an instructor and choreographer.

You rubbed your hands tightly as your dance video end and bit your lower lip as You anxiously watched YG lower his head and write down some notes on a piece of paper, nodding his head every once in a while to whatever the board members were whispering to him.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Yang Hyun Suk called your name, his eyes were hidden beneath his infamous caps.

You stood up with shaky legs, and at his beckoning for You to come over, You walked slowly, almost dragging your feet across the wooden floor. You stood in the middle of the room and watched as Hyun Suk clasp his hands together and give you a one over. You swallowed heavily.

“We have watched your video and reviewed it carefully. You are a well-known dancer here in YG Entertainment, and are very valued.” He stated.

You smiled a bit at his rare compliment, only to frown when he held his hand up. “Why should we chose you for this project?” He asked.

You exhaled, trying to calm yourself, before answering, “I have been dancing for YGE since I was 17 years old. I have learned from my elders and work very well with others. I can endure long training hours and can dance to everything.”

You saw a hint of a smirk forming on YG’s lips before he said, “And that is why we chose you to be the dancer for this project.”

You jumped in excitement at his words, huge grin on your lips. “Thank you!” You bowed respectfully and walked closer to their table and shook their hands.

“Make sure to be at the dance studio tomorrow at 10 am sharp.” Hyun Suk instructed You strictly.

“I will!” You said happily before quickly walking out of the room and texting your sister about the good news.

The next day, You were half an hour early at the studio, too excited and nervous to sleep. You didn’t know much about the project. All that You knew was that YG wanted to make a special stage for iKON during their comeback and that he was looking for one female dancer. You hoped that today things will be explained for You. Yes, You said You can dance to anything, and it’s true, but it would be nice to know what exactly You’ll be doing. Try to mentally prepare yourself.

When You entered the dance studio, You sat near one of the outlets and plugged your phone charger into the wall and opening your front camera and took a quick selfie. You browsed your apps for a bit, replying to messages and checking your friends’ updates, when You heard the door open.

Looking up, You felt your heart skip a bit and your eyes widening slightly at the man walking into the room. Despite the fact that he was wearing a cap and a mask that covered half of his face, You knew exactly who the man was. Kim Jiwon. Or popularly known as Bobby.

“Hello.” He greeted you in formal Korean and bowing down to You.

You quickly stood up and repeated the action, blushing slightly.

Not to sound like a fangirl but You were a fan of iKON and if You had to pick a favorite member, it had to be Bobby. He was just so funny and kind that it’s hard to dislike him. Plus, he spoke English and lived abroad, something You could relate to.

Your stomach clenched as realization dawned on You. What if, the special dance stage was with Bobby and You had to be his dancer partner? The thought alone almost had You fainting. Before You could ask him any questions, the door to the studio opened once more and in stepped in a YG and a man whom You recognize as a dance choreography whom you’ve worked with for Blackpink.

“Goodmorning.” Yang Hyun Suk greeted.

Both You and Bobby greeted him back with a cheerful ‘Good morning’ and a slightly deep bow.

“As you know, you’re here for the special dance stage for the upcoming Korean tour.” Hyuk Suk began with his authoritative voice, “What You don’t know is that it will be just the both of you and this is for Bobby’s dance stage special.”

“Thank you.” Bobby bowed in gratitude.

“Kim Soo Young here will help you with the song selection and choreography. I already informed him of the theme so I’ll let him explain everything. Work hard and good luck.”

You, Bobby and the dance instructor bowed and said your goodbyes. The dancer then turned around and smiled at You and Bobby.

“Yang Hyuk Suk wanted to see a dance that is suitable for two people who are crushing on each other but are too shy to do anything about it. Basically, it’s a love dance but more on the down low with the physical contact.” Kim Soo Young informed you both. “I have a few song selections. I’ll play parts of them and let you two chose.”

The songs that he played were Close by Nick Jones, some Spanish song You didn’t recognize, the English version of Me Like Yuh by Jay Park and a Korean song that You weren’t familiar with but knew that it was by a boy group.

“So, which one do you want to choose?” Soo Young asked after playing the songs for you.

You didn’t say anything and allowed Bobby to speak. He turned to face You, as if to tell You, You should pick first. Instead, You smiled politely and gestured for him to choose one.

“I really liked the Spanish one and Me Like Yuh.” Bobby stated.

Soo Young nodded his head and looked at You, “What about you, Y/N?” he asked You.

“Ummm…” You looked between him and Bobby, “I like Me Like Yuh. I feel like it suits the theme more.”

“Since both of you named Me Like Yuh, I think it’s safe to go with that one.” He said while walking to his phone and playing the song again then walking to the center of the room and said loudly, “I have a couple of choreographies planned for this one. I will show you and you get to pick.”

The first dance was a bit tame in your opinion. It heavily involved lip syncing and dancing around each other, as if You were in a chase. You’re positive that the fans wouldn’t be as interested at this sort of dance. You stole a quick glance Bobby, hoping to see what he was thinking, but he only had a concentrated look on his face.

The second one was slightly better but it strongly reminded You of Hyuna’s Bubble Pop and, although it was a good song, it didn’t match Bobby’s stage persona. Yes, the theme was a cheesy love story but the dance had to match both of your styles otherwise it will look awkward.

The last one was the best one in your opinion. It started off with You shyly twirling your long hair with your finger as Bobby walked up behind You and pressed his face against your hair while You shyly smiled and blush at the contact. Bobby would walk away from You for a bit and then the both of you would begin dancing. They were powerful dance moves but also soft enough for a couple’s dance. There were a lot of physical touches, eye contacts and shy smiles but they were appropriate and matched the theme of the dance stage.

“So, what do you guys think?” Soo Young asked while heavily panting, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“I think,” You spoke up, causing the two men to look at You, “we should go with the last dance.”

Bobby nodded his head, “Yeah, I think it describes what YG wants perfectly.”

Soo Young nodded his head, “We’ll start practice in an hour. You’ll have two weeks to perfect the dance. For now, stretch and drink lots of water before we start.”

The first day of practice was slightly awkward. Bobby would stand too close and Your face would turn redder than strawberries. He would smile at You and tell You not to be shy because it was only him. Yeah, it’s you. That’s why I’m shy You thought to yourself.

Bobby was just a handsome man with a great personality. To help You get over your shyness, he would tell You some jokes to ease You into being in a close proximity to him. Things then became slightly more casual as You practiced the dance. By mid-day, You were comfortable enough with Bobby that You agreed to join him for lunch. And by the end of the day, the both of You exchanged numbers.

When You returned home that night he texted you.

Good job today, partner! Rest well, goodnight!

You smiled shyly down at your phone before getting ready for bed.

A couple of nights later, You had just finished your practice for today when Bobby jogged up to You, tapping your shoulder.

“Yes?” You asked after turning around.

He smiled his eye smile at You and it made You chuckle at his cute facial expression, “Are you busy tonight?” he asked.

“Hmm??” You stuck out your hip and placed your index finger against your chin, pretending to think, “Am I busy tonight?”

You snickered at Bobby’s whine of complain, “No, I’m not busy. Why, what’s up?”

Bobby rocked on the heel of his feet, making him look like a shy school boy than the fierce and confident rapper on stage.

“Wanna come over for dinner? Yunhyeong is cooking tonight and he’s good at it.”

You felt your cheeks blush slightly. Never in your wildest dreams have You imagined Bobby asking You to visit his apartment at try Yunhyeon’s cooking. Something of You’ve been wanting to do ever since You saw that Weekly Idol episode and marveled at his cooking skills.

“Sure.” You nodded his head.

He smiled brightly again and held his arm out, “May I?”

You rolled your eyes at him but still linked your arm with his.

“Yah, Chanwoo!” Was the first thing that You heard once You stepped into the apartment and removed your shoes.

“Stop stealing carrots!” Yunhyeong screamed and Chanwoo’s loud laughter followed afterwards.

“Yo, guys!” Bobby greeted in English, “I have a guest over!” he switched back to Korean, holding your hands (which so didn’t make You blush by the way) and lead You to the source of the noise

If You weren’t so shy and nervous, You would have laughed at the sign before You. Hanbin was sleepily sat on the couch, his spectacles sliding halfway across his face. Donghyuk was laying on the couch with his lower half on the couch and his upper head near the floor, shirt sliding upwards and revealing his stomach, which had a poorly drawn mouth and eyes. Junhoe was sitting close to Jinhwan and seemed to be putting hair clips on Jinhwan’s hair? The eldest member didn’t look very happy about it but You guessed he was somehow being punished based on the weird looking mustache handle drawn above Junhoe’s lips. Yunhyeong was gripping the front of Chanwoo’s shirt playfully while the maknae was trying to get away from him and not choke on the carrots he stole. All of them stared at You with mouths wide open when You stepped from behind Bobby.

“Hi.” You greeted with amusement in your voice, waving your hand at them in greeting.

And as if someone clicked the fast forward and pause button, everyone straightened up and sat properly in their seat while Yunyeong let go of Chanwoo, who ran his fingers through his hair to make sure it looked decent.

“Hi, Y/N.” Hanbin welcomed You with a small smile and a wave of his own. He was somewhat familiar with You since You’ve danced with him for a bit during Team B’s dancing days.

Things became casual afterwards. You played card with Donghyuk and Chanwoo, laughing at them whenever they lost and mockingly pouted when You lost and Donghyuk sticking his tongue at You. Dinner was beyond anything You’ve imagined. Truly, Yunyeong was a great cook. And when You finished eating, You could barely move from your place. But, being a polite guest, You helped with washing the dishes.

You were currently out on the balcony, enjoying the summer night air while the group members shouted and screamed playfully indoors over something You didn’t know what.

“Hey.” You heard Bobby say, closely followed by the sound of the doors sliding shut.

The both of You didn’t say much, just staring at the night sky and enjoying the slight silence.

“Why did You decide to be a dancer?”

You almost jumped at Bobby’s question, almost forgetting that he was standing outside with You.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I was a hyper child growing up and loved to move around. Seeing this, my mom enrolled me in a few classes but none of them tired me out except for dance classes. I guess it became a big part of my life that the normal thing to do was get a job in it.”

Bobby nodded at your answer.

“What about you, why did you become an idol?” You asked while nudging his shoulder, making him chuckle and You to smile.

“It’s something similar to yours, actually. I love rap music and I taught myself everything about it. At first, I wanted to be a rapper back in the US but I saw an audition for YGE and seeing how idols are treated here, I auditioned for them. Thankfully, I was accepted and was able to debut.”

“I’m glad you did.” You said, eyes never leaving the barely noticeable night stars.

“Yeah,” You felt Bobby’s gaze on You and turned to face him, breath hitching at the intensity in his eyes, “I’m glad I did too.” He said softly.

Your relationship seemed to grow as the days went on. Things were less awkward than when You first started and You were able to be yourself around Bobby. And, in a blink of an eye, it was the night before the special stage and You were reviewing Your dance with Bobby when Yang Hyun Suk walked into the studio.

“Show me what you’ve been practicing.”

This wasn’t new. Hyun Suk would drop in once in a while and commenting on a few things he didn’t like and made some suggestions. But when You finished your dance with Bobby, YG had remained silent. The both of you were panting as you looked at YG, trying to read his stoic expression.

“I like it.” He simply said, “I especially like the look in your eyes.” He pointed at the both of you.

You weren’t sure what look he was talking about but accepted his compliment and gratefully bowed at him as he walked out the studio.

“It’s a good thing that the boss liked the dance.” Bobby had stated while walking You home later that night.

“Yeah,” You wrapped your arms around yourself, “I wonder what he meant by the look in our eyes?”

Bobby shrugged, his shoulders brushing against yours, “Dunno. Guess we’ll have to wait till we can see tomorrow’s recording.”

You hummed in agreement.

“You nervous?” He asked You, eyes glancing at You quickly before looking away.

“No.” You shook your head, “I’m actually excited.”

“Really?” he stopped in his tracks.

You turned around and walked backwards, smiling at him, “Yeah, really. It’s a fun dance and I get to do it with You.”

If it wasn’t dark, You would’ve seen Bobby’s ears turning a bright red color. However, You did get to see his infamous eye smile that everyone adores.

“Are you nervous?” You asked when he caught up next to You and You walked forwards again.

“No.” You turned to look at him, “I have you to dance with.” He said cheekily, making the both of you blush at his words.

The backstage area was filled with adrenaline and energetic vibes. The crowd was about fifty thousand in size and the screams and chants were so loud that You were surprised how they didn’t lose their voices. You weren’t surprised at the fans’ intensity since You were used to it when dancing for Blackpink but maybe because it was your first solo stage of sorts, that everything around You enhanced. You could sense the stress of the stylist, the tensed muscles of the security guards and could feel the vibrations of the songs being played on stage.

“Y/N we need you for dress up!” You heard a female voice yell.

Anxiously, You walked to one of the dressing rooms and waited for the stylist to unzip the bag that had your outfit.

“You’ll be wearing this. I’ll give you your heels once you’re done getting dressed.”

You nodded your head and went behind one of the curtains and removed your sweatpants and shirt and put on the outfit You were given.

The outfit consisted of a white top where the sleeves were resting on the side of your arms, kind of like an off shoulder top. Your shorts were jeans and reached just above your mid-thigh. Stepping out, You winced at the cool floor tile.

The heels were a nude color with a very thin heel that almost looked invisible. You were gold accessories and minimal makeup. The stylist decided to have your hair down with the left side pulled upwards in a slight braid. Overall, You looked beautiful.

Despite telling Bobby that You weren’t nervous, You suddenly felt it. It wasn’t the dance or the stage that made You anxious. It was Bobby himself. Anyone could tell that the two of You had gotten a bit closer because of this dance and your crush towards him grew bigger the past two weeks. You feared that after the dance stage, it was it for You and Bobby. He would slowly forget You and only remember You as that dancer he danced with that one time. And if that didn’t happen, You wondered what will happen between the two of You. Will You remain friends? Be casual colleagues with each other? Or…perhaps something more?

You shook your head.

Need to focus.

And did some breathing exercise.

“Y/N! To the stage in one minute!”

You nodded your head at the sound of the sound manager, exhaling one more time and walking to out the door.

“Y/N.” You turned around at the breathy voice and came face to face with Bobby.

“Bobby, hi.” You sounded just as breathless. And for a good reason too. His eyes had a thin layer of eyeliner and his hair was styled into the messy bedhead look. He wore a white button up shirt that was just a size too big for him. His legs were clad in black jean pants and he were beige colored shoes.

“You look great.”

The both of you said at the same time and laughed when you realized what happened.

“You ready?” He asked you.

You nodded, “Are you?”

He nodded back at You.

Just then, the stage manager walked up to you and ushered you to beneath the stage and stood on the stage lift and wait for them to countdown and then lift You up to the stage.

The stage was dark, all lights switched off and when they turned on, the fans screamed loudly. You stood in the middle of the stage and counted to three and began your dance routine when You heard Jay Park’s voice.

You were used to the dance and the theme it represented. Tonight, however, the dance felt different. It felt more intimate. Was it because of how close You and Bobby had become? Maybe it was because of the touches the both of you left each other that were followed by the fans’ screams. Or, or it could be the look Bobby was giving You as You danced. His eyes looked flirty and a playful smirk was resting his lips. You knew this wasn’t part of your act since the both of you were supposed to be shy and coy towards each other. You briefly wondered if this was the look Yang Hyun Suk was talking about and tried to imagine if You had a similar look to Bobby.

As the song came to an end, the both of you were locked in an embrace, forehead resting against each other and eye contact never break. It happened all too face. The soft tingly feeling, the even louder screams from the fans and Bobby’s burning face. He kissed me. You realized this when You walked down the stage and walked along the hallway. And I kissed back.

You didn’t see much of Bobby after your dance stage and when You joined the crew with iKON for a celebratory dinner, Bobby had pulled You aside and asked You to follow him.

You felt your heart pounding as he grasped your hand and lead You outside into the dry night air.

Bobby didn’t say anything, just continued to hold onto your hand, thumb rubbing your smooth skin.

“I know this is unwise to do. Especially with the dating ban.” He spoke up minutes later. With each words he uttered, You felt your heart beating faster and faster. “But, Y/N. Would you be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“Bobby, I…”

“You don’t have to agree now.” He interrupted You, “If you’re interested in me, promise me You’ll wait until the ban is lifted.”

He looked into your eyes hopefully, his lip caught between his teeth.

“Of course.” You cleared your throat, “Of course I’ll wait, Bobby.”

Bobby gave You his eye smile and exhaled in relief.

You smiled back at him and took a step closer.

Sensing this, Bobby met You halfway through and connected his lips with yours. It was fast and shy, just like tonight’s dash. And just like tonight’s dance, you were both blushing at the end of it.

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almost-random-stuff · 7 years

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translation of “Il Volo” on Radio2 Social Club on February 15th, 2017

Translation of the interview to Il Volo, on Radio2 Social Club, on February 15th, 2017. With Luca Barbarossa and Andrea Perroni. The program name is “Social Club”

Link for listen it all: http://www.radio2socialclub.rai.it/dl/portaleRadio/media/ContentItem-99a4d441-4992-4f40-a3fa-1995c46d0071.html#

After the last interview (on RTL102.5), here's another! the boys do not come immediately, but after a while… short while (after second photo if you want to jump)! It was a good interview, and the boys seem to have a lot of fun, as we had listening to them. They sang good songs (link at the bottom), and improvised some other ones. They talked a bit about the Album, relationships, and food. Then they joked a little about the criticism that are sometimes made to them.

Some info before you start:

Luca Barbarossa is an Italian singer/songwriter and radio host, who wrote songs like "Il Canto" sung by Pavarotti before of Il Volo, and "Portami a ballare" of which Piero makes an impromptu cover here accompanied by Gian, Ignazio and the other. Andrea Perroni is an Italian actor, comedian and imitator.

In this program there is a band playing live, that accompanies the various guests. The Social Band consists of: Stefano Cenci (Musical Director, Piano, Keyboards); Meki Marturano (Drums, Percussion); Claudio Trippa (Electric Guitar)

Let’s start!!! (sorry for the mistakes)

LB: Here we are at Radio 2 Social club, live from the C room of Via Asiago in Rome, with our audience for great occasions, because today is a great occasion, then I will tell you why. Here with us, exceptionally, almost awake Andrea Perroni! AP: Thank you, huh, almost awake, it’s true. It’s 14:35 …I spent a great S. Valentine- LB: You? But you are single! AP: -What? LB: You are single. What have you done? Invited yourself to dinner? AP: No, I invited a friend of mine ... a meeting ... LB: Ah! (to the audience) Did you understand?! AP: I make a gift- LB: a gift? AP: a little something LB: Ah, what did you buy? AP: Well, you know these shops where they sell these particular things... LB: Oh, I see... AP: No! What did you understand ?! Lingerie LB: Ah, I thought a sex shop ... So an outfit for the night... AP: Yes. I have to say that the Romans are brilliant, because coming out of the store with the envelopes in hand... there was a gentleman leaning against the wall, you know those- LB: Those who watch. AP: That's right! In Rome they take confidence, you know. I went out with the envelopes with the brand of the store- LB: So one could guess what you bought. AP: Yes, the man connected store and S. Valentine day, and told me ''ah, Peró- [“Peró” short with Roman accent for Perroni]

LB: he had also recognized you? AP: Yes. "ah Peró, first you put them on, than you put them off… You could have saved the money! " LB: Ahahahah! What you call privacy! AP: But the concept is very nice ... to save money. LB: Things that can happen only in Rome. Theme song!

Radio2SocialClub theme song AP: However, I want to clarify, it was a total failure. I’ve not put them on, nor I put them off. It was a total failure because she has not even get to dinner Laughter in studio LB: Now we do not want to go into details ... we are not like the gentleman that stopped you. AP: But now I’ve lingerie complete, size 38, and I do not wear them. LB: How much? (money for buy it) AP: I paid 25, and give it for 10. It’s cute, it has little zebra and camels on it. LB: To get me going little zebra are not enough. There is a beautiful thing that happened in a wine bar/restaurant in Padova: the owner has done a discount on dinner bill for "polite child". Because it was a table with 5-6 adults and some more children between 4-8 years old, and he was pleased that children not only had no phones tablet and stuff, they were so well mannered that, at the end, he did not know how to express his pleasure, how to thank them, and so he made the discount " polite children." Now it will be full of parents, out there, who give slaps to their children " shut up!" AP: imagine the looks on the fathers faces at dinner now. LB: Today we will have as guests, at Radio2 Social Club, some singers who have assets in their career even a victory at the Sanremo Festival. When they passed in Italy won the festival, then they recur to go around the world. And (now a song of) another friend of ours, who was a protagonist of this festival, very well in both the cover-evening and the evenings for the new songs, our friend Paola Turci with “fatti bella per te” [really nice song title more or less “make you beautiful for yourself”] Song “fatti bella per te”

LB: Paola Turci! We wait her here in the studio! AP: come when you want! LB: I do not know how many singers in history can boast a calendar like this (dates and locations of the Il Volo tour), today they come from Berlin... to make you understand who they are… I only say that they didn’t go to Trump, but here to me, President of the Nazionale Cantanti [the “national singers” football team that in Italy play for beneficence] they are coming! applause AP: Il Volo! LB: Here they are, welcome back! GG: Hello everyone! PB: Goodmorning President! GG: but do you really want to put on the same level a nice football game and that? [the political event] L B: Are we kidding? GG: And we love Mexicans too. LB: you are for the overthrow of the walls IB: For par condicio I have the mustache AP: like Zorro LB: Yes, Ignazio has mustache like Zorro. Guys, today you come from Berlin, what have you done there? IB: eh, we knocked down the last piece of wall LB: laughs GG: We are promoting the new CD. Which is a rock'n'roll CD, more than ever. It is a tribute to the three tenors. AP: laughs LB: Notte Magica, a tribute to the Three Tenors. I have lived through that period because is the period when I wrote for Pavarotti “Il Canto”, that you have sung fantastically with Placido Domingo. Things return home. I had written, only the text because the music is written by Maestro Musumarra, and it was for Domingo at the beginning, then the project went to Pavarotti and now you've brought it home- PB: But tell me one thing, Do you got the money for it? AP: But what do you care? Laughter in the studio AP: Looks how he’s cynical, materialist… LB: I have to ask my wife about it, because money don’t ever pass from me… PB: great loud laugh LB: Love (to his wife, that is in studio) what have you done-? AP: to the money from Il Canto laughter

LB: So, Notte Magica is dedicated to the Three Tenors. Why, young tenors like you [poor Gian LOL], did a tribute to three tenors of this level? Are you not afraid of confrontation? PB: (uncertain) yes- IB: Afraid of confrontation, No. Because we don’t want to compare with them, but from the beginning it was conceived as a way to remember these great of international music. We've grown a bit with them, watching videos of the three tenors, and we said “we're young-”… for good or for bad the repertoire was almost equal, to 70% of Neapolitan and Italian classics, missing just a few opera aria… and we said “why don’t we do it? Why don’t we remember those who have been our idols?” And we decided to do this project. GG: Then, vintage always comes back... for example, also, I have very much appreciated “De Gregori canta Bob Dylan”… is beautiful. Italian artists do a lot of tribute. LB: surely GG: I think it is beautiful to sing not only your own songs, but also do tribute to great artists AP: In this case is perfectly right. Who, if not them, could do it? Even among Italians actors there is this fashion, perhaps because when one stands still- LB: when one does not work for a while AP: when one does not work for a while FB: recycled AP: like “how are you?” “I'm doing a tribute” FB: to whom? AP: Do not know... Gaber LB: you're talking about Neri Marcorè, I get it! AP: Neri Marcorè does just tributes, everything rather than staying at home! [he’s an Italian actor who is doing now a show in which he tribute Gaber, among other.] LB: Stop it! GG: You said Gaber! Stacchetto! (Start singing and the audience begins to clap and the band to play) “io non mi sento italiano ma per fortuna o purtroppo lo sono” [an Italian song by Gaber that says “I do not feel Italian, but fortunately or un fortunately I am”]

The band and audience go on but Gian stops

GG: … just that.

laughter LB: ... just that! Improvised! I want to hear these three magical voices sings “Libiamo”, but we are also going to listen to absolutely unusual things, live, by Il Volo. song “Libiamo” from Notte Magica LB: We must say that they surely have voices! The guys of the playlist -studio are pointing the rifle on us (because the piece is not very radio) AP: they’re pointing I to us. LB: we are also live on Facebook now! Radio2 Social Club, with Il Volo. As we said before, dear Ignazio, now you make us this gift, to make us listen a little things that are beyond your [of the group] musical repertoire. IB: Yes, because all three of us have passions, idols, for different musical genres. One of my biggest idols was Pino Daniele... about who will also coming soon a movie, I can not wait... we will be in America, but I will find a way to see it sooner or later ... PB: also my idol was Pino: Pino granita IB: ... come on, really… LB: Who is he? IB: At his home there is one who is called Pino and that makes granite... never mind. So I decided to sing a few pieces of my great idol... he (pointing Piero) still thinks of granita. LB: Live, Ignazio, "Annarè" and “'O Scarrafone”, on Social Club. Ignazio sings So energetic! Great acute, as always. Applause at the end.

GG: (fan-boy mood) Have you heard his clear voice? The high notes! I can’t get there even if- IB: If you squeeze certain things you can do it [talking about testicles] GG: wrists! IB: wrists! sure. AP: (with a tablet in his hands) Here they greet us even from Miami! We are getting good visibility from this... LB: (in English) Thanks guys! GG: (in English) Thank you so much for following us! AP: What did you say? LB: Gianluca, it was your birthday recently, among other things. GG: I turned 22 three days ago! LB: (to the audience) Got it? These twenty years old are already touring the world. AP: (joking) a shameful thing. LB: There are many who are writing us, because you can hear and watch us live, on web, they are writing to us from around the world. How many followers do you have? Gianluca greets in Spanish some fans following from Argentina and Mexico etc. AP: here you have to speak Italian! LB: He is gone! [“lo abbiamo perso” way for saying “we lost him”] AP: What did you say? Who you greeted? IB: (joking but with a serious tone) Here if you want there is Piero who can speak Chinese. LB: Come on Piero let us hear it. PB: no, I can’t do it on radio [because he used to imitate Chinese’s eyes to complete the imitation. Before haters start, it's not something offensive: it's like putting glasses to mimic Piero...or putting a broom on your hair to mimic me…. Even if: Piero there was the live video on FB!!] LB: Don’t say “involtini primavera” cause everyone know it! Laughs AP: here they write "great, beautiful, talented, please," this is a prayer “stay simple" LB: “stay simple"... Why? What did they do? AP: People are afraid that they might get big-head. GG: (speaking of followers) there is a video that has made many views on my personal facebook, usually they have not so many views because it is a personal thing. That video has made so many because in China I made a Chinese girl speaks Abruzzese. I said, “Gnà ‘sti?” and she said (imitating girl’s voice) “Stìnghe bbon' ” [“come stai? -How are you?” and “sto bene.- I’m good.”] Laughter and congratulations. AP: Here someone is writing also from Costa Rica, Angelica… Angelica, I must come soon to Costa Rica, if you could be my guest it would be great! LB: Sometimes, usually when someone get successful so young, the concern of everyone is "will they get big-head?" "Will they be able to stay down to earth?" Apart from the fact that there are Michele Torpedine, Danilo Ciotti, true professionals behind you- Applause

LB: -I believe that you have behind you, all of you, very strong families and very affectionate too, and every time I see you I always find you in great shape, with the humility of all time before and with the same passion for music. PB: But you say so- Andrea interrupted him with one hand AP: sorry but there is a request "Gian, sing Can’t stop the feeling" IB: I’m with you .... Are you ready? GG: Wait! (to the audience) …Because I love Justin Timberlake! and then I do a little imitation- IB: (drawing his attention to) Give me the rhythm! GG: ... but the tone- IB: What does it matter?! Give me the rhythm!! Laughs GG: (Insecure)... ... ... ... Do I go? All: GO!

Laughs

Gianluca sings and Ignazio does the beatbox! Very funny, as always... at some point:

GG: (still on rhythm with music) I do not remember the words... LB: in Abruzzese! GG: (still on rhythm with music) Nun te preoccupà! Choir that get a tone higher every time: Nun te preoccupà! Nun te preoccupà! Nun te preoccupàÀÀÀÀÀÀÀ! [means “don’t worry” in dialect] Gian continues with the song while Ignazio laughs his shit off. Applause at the end LB: Il Volo, with Justin Timberlake! GG: I'm sorry, I did not remember the words! I'm sorry! LB: It was fantastic, especially the part in Abruzzese. We are going to air it every day! AP: Nun te preoccupà! LB: Now commercial break and then we’ll come back. AP: (to the boys) Greet! Ignzio goes to the camera to say hello, the camera runs on Piero (which is almost always shot out for reasons of space) and he sends a kiss.

commercial break

a song by Ermal Meta

LB: Ermal Meta which was hosted by us yesterday and who finished 3th in Sanremo. We are in studio with Il Volo, we are discovering sides of Il Volo we didn’t know. GG: We followed Sanremo this year and I cheered for Ermal Meta. Among other things is a friend and I have supported him on socials [we noticed!] and I’m happy for the result because it came out greatly. I am very happy for Ermal… Ciao Ermal! I love you! You are great! Applause PB: Who will be tomorrow's guest here? LB: Eros Ramazzotti PB: (making fun of Gianluca's fan-boy behavior) So I must say that in this Sanremo festival I cheered so much for Ramazzotti- AP: He was not there LB: there wasn’t Eros. PB: Oh really? (Joking of course) LB: but also that tomorrow there will be Ramazzotti here it’s not true! Laughter (Piero's laugh is unmistakable) LB: listening you singing Justin Timberlake I have to say that gone are the days when the tenors did not know how to go in time with music. Because many tenors, old school’s ones, had a tendency to dilate, and the orchestra had to adapt to the singer-timing PB: Let's say, in the French way, “andavano per I cazzi loro” [a vulgar way for saying “for they own way” and we use to say, ironically, "francesismo" when we use a dirty word because French is considered an elegant language, so… for jokes. But in an interview Piero said that the first time they sing together “’O sole mio” he told the Orchestra to stop at his point, let him sing, and follow him…he was 16 LOL ] Laughs with strumental "applause" from the band behind LB: Exact... French definitely often use this expression hahaha Laughs LB: Listen Gianluca, but I know you've also liked Fiorella Mannoia, that in the evening dedicated to cover chose a stratospheric song of Francesco De Gregori. GG: Yes I loved her too [we understand this too from your tweets] I’m also a fan of her, in particular one of her songs, called “In Viaggio”, in the 2014 disc, which is beautiful. Then thanks to my father I grew up listening to De Andrè, De Gregori... Gaber. (joking) Il Volo can be radical chic sometimes... [in reference to the criticism of being radical chic that they received] laughs GG: It is not just pizza and mandolino. Not so. AP: why pizza and mandolin? [Is what some haters write] LB: and why radical chic excuse me? singing De Gregori became radical chic? GG: ... no no ... in fact. LB: you have refined tastes, Stevie Wonder and Pino Daniele, for Ignazio. And now we listen, in a new guise for us, Gianluca in "Sempre e per sempre", live with the Social Band, Francesco de Gregori. Applause Song "Sempre e per sempre"

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LB: the version of Gianluca of Il Volo, "Sempre e per sempre”, beautiful voice. …Beautiful voice, charming indeed, but have you seen... there Sebastianello [the cameraman] is shooting... have you seen how Gianluca looks at the camera? Huh? AP: acchiappesco. [it’s a word that does not exist but sounds like “That Catch” in a funny way] LB: Watch Sebastianello’s belly…. He’s pregnant! Laughs GG is laughing in the background for the word "acchiappesco" AP: he remained pregnant for acchiappesco look. But who is the lover of the three of you? LB: eh come on! Here the cleanest has the mange! [literally. It’s a way of saying that who’s better is still bad. In this case to say that who pick up less girls still pick up a lot.] AP: but who pick up more? LB: if anything, who is the fastest? Because sooner or later they all pick up. IB: He! Laughs LB: he has indicated them both! IB: I’m neutral LB: but there is one of three that maybe is a little more romantic? who falls in love, that would like- PB: in the middle! LB: Ignazio! IB: Yes, it's true LB: the one that says "no, let’s not leave, let’s stay here. I found the woman of my life…" AP: romance is Calabrian IB: (grumpy) you are Calabrian LB: he is Sicilian! AP: yes, ok, but is not an offense! we greet the Calabrian! IB: no, but there you eat nduja and we eat the cannoli, it is different. LB: here [in the messages], are loudly asking Gianluca to do an imitation of Tiziano Ferro GG: (surprised) really? IB: (acute and desperate voice) but why ?! Why, I ask you? LB: (to Gianluca) you steal the job to Perroni. Music starts GG: ... but what song is this? LB: "La differenza tra me e te", do you know it? Gianluca sing, sometimes with Andrea IB: (in the middle of the song) Go Calabria!!! LB: why?? Ignazio long laugh long funny suffered final note LB: possessed! Laughs AP: because he [Tiziano Ferro] on the end calls the gulls, generally. IB: seemed more Roby Facchinetti PB: (imitating him) Thanks! LB: The nice thing about these guys is that they play, joke, but then they sing “Nessun Dorma” and kill you.

AP: Exactly IB: but for the voices or for the breath? Laughter musical applause from the band LB: a little for both GG: This was funny! [Ignazio’s joke] LB: So Piero, we know that he eats granite, I understood, from his friend Pino- PB: (quietly and sadly) the nutritionist has forbidden me everything. LB: everything? PB: everything. LB: But why? You're in good shape! AP: but granita is water! LB: yes! Then Ignazio instead goes from pasta to sushi, I understand ... IB: I'm like this ... I alternate periods of diets to... LB: you ate everything, an omnivore. IB: Yes, however, I eat only healthy foods: an healthy whole baking sheet of pasta, a healthy whole rabbit... Laughs IB: it's all healthy LB: You don’t do portion IB: no no no LB: you eat the whole baking sheet IB: the nutritionist told me to eat healthy. LB: and you, Gianluca? What do you eat? Italians have this problem, when around the world, for a few days we'll get it on well, eating foreign food, but then there is nostalgia for the Italian one [this is Piero, in fact, he said it on the interview to Rolling Stone Italy] GG: but Can I say it?... I don’t want doing commercial to Ferrero…. Nutella! Can I tell it, right? LB: Yes, cause Nutella did not need advertise GG: I ate so much Nutella, an excess of Nutella, that I became lactose intolerant! Think of it. Because the fans around the world, give me big jars of Nutella and in two months of touring in America we brought home 40 jars of Nutella! IB: (joking) a Montepagano opened a Nutella Store. Laughs AP: Gianluca no longer grow hair, grow oil palm leaves. Laughs GG: Unfortunately, they told me that I became lactose intolerant ... do you realize it? I am suffering! LB: But there are some imitation brands that I can not mention, who do the simil-nutella lactose free. I know. GG: I know. LB: I know because I eat a lot of it GG: Me too. IB: Lately when fans brought him Nutella he said "No, no! I’m intolerant, give me something else…" Laughs GG: ... I did not understand this... Laughs AP: (laughter) What a bastard! Laughs LB: I think the fans bring Nutella to spread it on him and massage him! Now, we will listen to another star of this festival which we liked very much AP: When will she comes here to see us? LB: Are you in love? Elodie, "Tutta colpa mia" [“all my fault”, beautiful voice!] Song "Tutta colpa mia"

In studio we hear Piero singing Elodie’s song (greatly! The song fits his voice well!) LB: It was me! I was singing like this! This is my voice! ....No, it is not true: it was Piero who sang with the harmonization of his friends. IB: At last we tried to. GG: We should greet Elodie too, and she is not just a good singer ... [is also a beautiful girl] AP: But stop it! LB: ammazza! [literally “kill” an exclamation used like “Oh my God!”] GG: -and she wore a beautiful Armani white dress... oh my God! Sorry! I am saying a bit of brands name! AP: Do not worry. LB: It was stitched together by Armani and Nutella. Laughs PB: (making fun of Gian’s habit of saying brand name) she also wore Victoria's secret underwear. Laughs LB: Do you want to say some other brand? Laughs LB: Do you want to greet the FIAT? IB: No, he says it just because it does it as a sponsor LB: Piero, testimonial of Vistoria's secret! Laughs LB: Piero: a tenor with thong. Piero’s laughter LB: Listen, when you are around the world what is that you miss most about home? PB: Everything. We’re Italians in the blood and can’t wait to return to Italy from the tour... we haven’t said the dates ... LB: We’ll say it at the end. PB: I know them all, because, you have to know, I’m the PR of the group. In fact, my name is Piero. IB: These are his consonants. LB: Now we have the meteo, and then we’ll come back with Il Volo that will tell us also the stages of their world tour.

Jingle of the program sung by Gianni Morandi LB: Morandi’s voice brings us together! Yesterday he made on Social a dedication to his wife, Anna, and has become viral. For Valentine he was singing "Senza te", of Baglioni, and you saw all the photos, marriage etc. Now, Il Volo with Placido Domingo, Notte Magica. In how many song Domingo was director, in this album? PB: We allowed ourselves to do this tribute because, somehow, there was the participation of all three. Placido Domingo, as you saw, was on stage with us, he has directed seven songs and sung "Non ti scordar di me" with us. We received the "good luck" by José Carreras, but mostly we had the cooperation and support of Fondazione Pavarotti- IB: Nicoletta Mantovani [the widow of Luciano] Applause LB: What kind of person is Domingo? PB: Placido is a character... last year we were in Taormina, we were in the pool, getting tan- GG: Listen how he tells all the details "we were in the pool… relaxing" PB: laughs -we were in the pool, Michele comes with a suggestion, how about doing a tribute to the three tenors? Our first thought was to call Domingo and see what he thought of this project. He said (in Spanish) "is a wonderful idea, and I want to be on stage with you!" So I was just like "Michele, let’s start working". Just like that. Laughs. LB: Just like that. You see, while they are in the pool how many things happen... but many other good things will happen because you have three magical voices- AP: for me at the pool came the police instead LB: …Did you made an abusive pool!? AP: no is that I had not paid the entrance

LB: ah, not in your garden ?! AP: no no. LB: Piero, out of the three, you are the most... classic, the most- IB: laughs LB: Ignazio why are you laughing? No, seriously. I ask because it seems to me so. PB: I have always studied and are more inclined to opera, classical music, that is my greatest passion. You never stop learning, to achieve the objectives, and of setting goals in life- AP: But you've pointed out: "I have always studied” like saying that instead the others two... Laughs GG: But it's true. For example, I have always listen Bocelli, but the more pop side of him, then as a child I listened to Alex Baroni... And actually (voice that says he doesn’t like it), when I am called Baritone…it’s not..

LB: You don’t find yourself in it. GG: I like to be called a singer, not a tenor or a baritone. Of the three, probably, I’m who feel less classical. IB: yes GG: Then, I'm wrong because I do not study. And this is a big mistake. I'm not proud of it, I should not say it, but I want to be honest with you, I don’t study a lot, especially lirica. IB: Only honest with you and a few million that are listening. Laughs IB: Is a reserved thing. Laughs LB: (to Gianluca) but it seems to me that you aren’t lacking in something. But now, Piero, with your classic setting, we do an experiment never attempted. Here on Radio2 Social Club, Piero will do a cover, with Maestro Cenci at the piano, of a great song of Riccardo Cocciante, of which there is also a famous version of Rino Gaetano, that everyone knows. The song is "A mano a mano", Piero, Il Volo, live here. Song "A mano a mano"

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LB: "A mano a mano" by Piero. The audience here is listening a real unreleased concert because the boys of Il Volo are venturing in an unusual repertoire compared to the classics. Compliments. -Here Andrea Perroni does the imitation of a very unfriendly critic (not Sgarbi, another one, because sadly we have a lot of that) named Cruciani. He immediately starts with vulgar criticism and a series of insults that are usually said to Il Volo by some critics and haters. The boys joke with him a little when AP/Cruciani asks:

AP: why do you not answer me? IB: Because we are waiting some help from uncle Luca (Luca Barbarossa, who is not really their uncle) who knows you more and knows how to talk with you... AP/Cruciani goes on with criticism PB: But who the fuck are you? AP: Oh, I like that, I like it! GG (joking softly): ah, you have to be friendly with him… Some other rant, and then: AP: Sanremo is the tomb of a singer’s career. Hear what wikipedia says about you three "a trio composed of three twenty-somethings who seem your grandfather" What hobbies do you have? Bowls? GG: yours sister’s ones [“Bocce” means bowls, a stuff sometimes considered for old people, but is also a slang used to say tits] Laughs AP: oh, I like it! I like battles! Who said it? GG: Me… Gianluca ... if you dare speak like that I can answer… can’t I? AP: Yes! I like confrontation! Some other rant, and then: AP: How did it go this story with Trump? IB: So the tour...uhm… AP: It was all a fake! PB: you talk just for envy, because you wanted to go there, but because his wife is beautiful! Laughs AP: There’s Torpedine? Then listen to what he said of these three "they are a big mistake, that can’t sing karaoke to school party! In two years I’ll send them to fuck off! I already spotted an eight year old who sings like Callasi" he said so. [Below you understand why instead of Callas he says Callasi] IB: (joking) It was Torpedine or Sgarbi? MT: (Michele enter) Must have been that comedian who do imitations of Sgarbi and Cruciani… Jingle of Radio2 Social Club Song by Marco Masini "spostato di un secondo" LB: Marco Masini at Radio 2 social club, with Il Volo. Now advertising, then we will be back.

Jingle of Radio2 Social Club LB: Radio 2 Social Club, with Il Volo! AP: (who is now not doing imitation, just himself) With two-thirds of Il Volo, because sometimes Gianluca disappears... I don’t know where he goes, sometimes he get lost in the corridors of Radio2 LB: He go getting phone numbers from girls GG (from distance): No, it is not true! LB: I've seen it, I see it all... and one of them was my wife. laughter LB: I suffered in silence... because I understand- AP: Well, he gives much of himself [idk how translate it. “si dà molto” is literally “he gives much of himself” and it’s used to say that someone is really warm-hearted and loving] LB: -a younger singer who already has more success- GG (now again near the microphone): I'm just- LB: -how can I don’t understand it? But, you know, you should take 3 children, the dogs, the cat and the Romanian nanny [if he steals his wife] GG: I'm just very loving. Just that. LB: OK… This comforts me! Before we didn’t say the Italian dates. Who want to say them? IB: Piero tells them, he is the PR LB: Piero you tell them… Do you know them by heart? PB: (tells the dates and the band start playing suspense music, like TV program where you have to guess the answer... he skips a few dates) IB: (in Sicilian) and all those in between? AP: laughs –Can you repeat? IB: those in between! PB: (goes on) GG: (adds some forgotten) LB: and if you want to go to London (-dates) IB: and by the way in London there will be a friend of our. PB: Tall GG: with glasses and beard IB: tall but short [like for the RTL102.5 interview…idk how translate it: “basso” in Italian is used for both “short” and “deep”, like “alto” is used for both “tall” and “high”. He is tall but with deep voice] GG: bald PB: (to AP) You guess who, Cruciani!

laughter GG: we summarize. Tall, bald, beard, glasses. IB: Has six children- PB: seven IB: -no television at home AP: Mario Biondi! LB: Ciao to Mario Biondi! Who also made a beautiful cover of "portami a ballare" [lit. “take me to dance”, by Barbarossa] .... When will you three make a cover of "portami a ballare" for me? PB: Do you know that I listen it while I shower? At home I did the sound system and it is in my playlist… The band start playing PB: I do not remember the text though (start singing "portami a ballare", confusing some word) LB suggests the text to Piero so he can sing GG and IB join singing doing some background music. Ignazio is doing a sound similar to a trumpet. LB: Ignazio is doing the trumpet... he is destroying it hahaha [actually was “me la sta uccidendo” which is used when someone is killing/destroying something yours] Piero sings. There is a choir, and in background Ignazio start joking screaming random stuff They get on tune with each other but with Ignazio that every time the song says "ciao Mamma" he says "ciao" to some Italian cities, like “ciao Milano” or “ciao Roma”.

Result: Well singed and funny af. At the end PB don’t remember how to finish and just said "ahhmahah" IB: (joking) the last sentence was really beautiful! LB: (laughing) No, it was very good, apart from that scoundrel Ignazio! GG: he did Fabrizio Bosso [Italian trumpeter] LB: You have to do a cover! I am convinced that with three voices would be a splendid job! PB: Do you know why he says it? For SIAE rights! [kind of copyright that would give the author some money] Laughs LB: Sure, what else? AP: that’s why he asks it to everybody. LB: Now Jax Jones "you do not know me" Song "you do not know me" At the end of the song you can hear "The callasi" mixed in, with Andrea’s voice when he imitated Cruciani LB: (laughing) I want an applause! Because there are people, not here, that when read “Callas!” read it like “Callasi”, reading the “!” like an “I” AP: The Callasi Applause IB: I defend it because it sound like a Sicilian thing AP: thanks Ignazio! LB: Do not defend this clown, take the distances, remember that is who did imitation of Cruciani AP: a joke is a joke, is something else! LB: let’s end it reminding the dates (dates of the tour) And now we wish you good luck for this tour. When will you get a break? PB: In August. I want to say that the repertoire of this tour will be the one of this album, a tribute to the three tenors [I hope they are ready, it is a difficult one to sing so often!] GG: I can, if you allow me, greet my beloved land, Abruzzo, which has not passed a delightful time in this last month. Applause LB: and you were also particularly attached to the structure in Rigopiano GG: yes .. LB: It was a wound for the whole country. And with the Nazionale Cantanti we are organizing initiatives. The other night, in Sanremo, we met for dinner with the Mayor of Amatrice [one of the Italian towns destroyed by the earthquake] for initiatives that we will do all together, and I invite you already if you are available- IB: we always are PB: ok President! LB: the Partita del Cuore [lit. “Game of heart”] this year will be in late May at the Juventus Stadium, a portion of the profits will be donated to scientific research and another for earthquake victims. GG: we too are organizing an event, still in early stage… let's see what we can do for my land. LB: The boys are, among other things, also good football players, what do you want more? [well, Piero not so much LOL but he’s good with tennis!] IB: Before leaving, however, we want to say thank you- GG: (joking) only to you but not to Andrea [because Piero said “tu” -second person singular- and not “voi” -second person plural. In English both “you”] IB: to you both, because you feel like home. Before we were talking... seriously, a friend, but not only that. More than that. GG: (joking) you're not like a father, you are like a grandfather! PB: (joking) And you Andrea, really, you're more than a man IB: you're not even a woman[the joke is a bit lost on the translation because we say like “you are not even a-” to say “you are more than-”, so it sound like “you are not even a man, nor even a woman”] Laughs LB: we end with “Nessun Dorma” by Il Volo GG: "Nessun dorma" get up! [again: “nessun dorma” lit. means “nobody sleep” like an order] IB and PB: bye! song “Nessun dorma”

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Link!!!

Ignazio singing Pino Daniele: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPL450ZCsFQ

Piero singing “A mano a mano”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zl-C2nv_VWo

Gian singing “Sempre e per sempre”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PWii0Vb_a4

Link with translation of “Sempre e per sempre”: http://tiretochooseanotherusername.tumblr.com/post/157605094258/sempre-e-per-sempre-di-francesco-de-gregori

Gian teaching a Chinese girl to speak abruzzese: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7u2czxcGwo

If you want to listen to Ignazio singing random stuff on “Portami a ballare”: http://ignaziobosco.tumblr.com/post/157276585272/look-what-ignazio-is-doing-when-he-doesnt-know

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