(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) damiano's in the studio, headphones on, focused– but today he’s got a special guest: his 1-year-old daughter. he’s trying to balance fatherhood and art, and he thought you'd nap in the corner.

you don’t nap. you babble. you giggle. you're loud. you press buttons. and then, when he's finishing recording the song… you say something that melts the room.

you clap your chubby little hands and your little baby voice says. "all done!" right into the microphone, he had you in his arms since you wouldn't stay still.

your babbling and even humming, mimicked the melody– and they accidentally keep it in, and it sounded just right. damiano singing gently with you babbling layered behind it, creating a beautiful harmony.

everyone in the studio goes silent after your little big input.

then the guy on the controls say. "wait. that’s going on the album."

and damiano just grins, looking down at you in his arm, a little teary-eyed, whispering. "that’s my girl."

"all done..." you just look around the place, unbothered and clueless, just babbling random things and covering your dad's shirt in drool– daily routine for him.