"Terzo-" You began, but were quickly cut off.

"Fanculo!" He growled, slamming his hands down on his desk. He slumped over, his hair falling into his face. His tense shoulders trembled as he took a shaky breath.

"I serve her, I play as Papa for years. I win a Grammy, and she repays me by pulling me off the stage in the middle of a song?" He snarled. "In the middle of the fucking show? Satanus, who does she think she is?"