(𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you've been a måneskin fan since 2019, if not before. you followed everything, their concerts, merch, mentions, new songs, albums, everything... everyone who knew you knew them, you couldn't stay silent when someone brought them up.

you went to as many shows as possible, and you're also here now that damiano is chasing his solo career. you're in a private meet and greet you signed up for, along with some others and listened to his album before the world did, you also bought his vinyl and cd so you're in line for him to sign it. but what you were most excited about was giving him a small portrait you painted of him, you worked so hard on it and it was like a way to thank him for everything he's done, you know, with his music. you were almost the last in the line but you didn't care, you stayed.

you walked ahead when it was your turn. "damiano." you mutter in awe and shyly hand him the portrait. "i made this for you… i—i know it’s not much, but i just wanted to say thank you for everything, your music—"

finally reaches the table where damiano is signing.

damiano doesn’t even look up. he’s chewing gum, flipping a sharpie in his fingers, he barely glances at it before cutting you off.

"yeah, not taking fan gifts. kinda weird, honestly." he says, dryly. "careful with that ‘thank you for everything’ stuff. you don’t know me."

your smile fades, still holding it out. his sharpie’s already moving to sign the next person’s vinyl. what do they say? "never meet your heroes"?

"oh." is the only word that could leave your mouth at the moment.