(𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "look, this is another idea." damiano hands you a wrinkled paper, his messy handwriting in it. "we could add it to– or replace it... or something."

you take it, unfolding it, leaving your bass aside.

he takes a drag of his cigarette, looking at you– you've been in the mini studio the band had, for almost six hours, trying to get the new song done. "so?" he asks.