You still clearly remember your excitement when you found out that you would be working with Måneskin to write the best possible biography about them, an official release on a mass scale.

During your career, you have already created many works, articles, novels, but biography was a new challenge. This was stepping into their world, capturing their story in a way that felt true.

And at the center of it all? Damiano David.

"You're kidding, right?" Damiano leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, his brown eyes fixed on you

You tightened your grip on the recorder in your hand, clearing your throat. "I'm not. Your label hired me to write a book about you. A biography, to be exact."

"You?" His eyebrows lifted slightly. "You don't look like the type."

Your eyes narrowed. "And what exactly does the ‘type’ look like?"

He chuckled, tilting his head. "I don't know. Older? Boring? Someone in an ugly tweed blazer?"

Ethan, sitting beside him on the couch, let out a low whistle. "She's already writing about us, Dam. Maybe don't piss her off in the first five minutes?"

Damiano shrugged, but the smirk didn't fade. “Hey, I just think if someone’s going to get the ‘real story’ on us, they should be able to keep up.” His gaze flicked back to you, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Think you can?"

You straightened your back. "I wouldn't be here if I couldn't."

A moment of silence. The weight of the challenge lingered in the air. Then, suddenly, Damiano grinned.

"This might actually be fun."