#O sole mio

[dozydawn]

Lia Trovati and Roberto Pelizzola Free Dance, 1988.

O Sole Mio by Alfredo Mazzuchi and Eduardo di Capua.

“It is, in a way, so goodnaturedly corny that it’s forgivable and quite wonderful.”

[alienelvisobsession]

The Italian Connection (part 1) - It’s Now or Never

Welcome to the first post of a series I'll call The Italian Connection. From an idea hooked-on-elvis gave me some time ago, I'll write a few posts about Elvis connections to Italy, because I'm an Italian fan who lives in the Elvis wasteland (aka Europe) and it gives me joy to write about this. You’re welcome to suggest some topics for my next Italian connections.

I first heard Elvis' "It's Now or Never" on the car radio about 3 years ago, before becoming an Elvis fan. I'm sure I had heard it before, but I wasn't conscious of it, if that makes sense. I remember thinking: "Oh, it's 'O sole mio' with English lyrics. Who sang this?". I swear I thought the car radio was broken when I saw "It's Now or Never - Elvis Presley" appearing on the screen, but then I listened better and I recognized his voice. Even as a non fan, he had the most recognizable voice of all singers. I just didn't know that he sang this kind of songs, as I mostly knew him for the rock 'n roll classics and a few ballads.

It's kind of surprising to me that “It’s Now or Never��, recorded in April 1960, is actually Elvis' best-selling song and it's among the top ten best-selling physical singles of all time, with 20 million copies sold. It's ranked at #7, together with Whitney Houston's version of "I Will Always Love You" and the charity single "We Are the World", written by Michael Jackson and Lionel Ritchie.

It is based on the classic Neapolitan song “‘O Sole Mio”, written in 1898, and to this day performed in Italy and in the rest of the world by opera singers, gondoliers and everything in between. The lyrics of the song were written by Giovanni Capurro, but the music was composed by Eduardo di Capua, perhaps while he was on tour in Odessa, a city on the Black Sea. It's a hymn to the sunshine of Naples and a love song at the same time, in the melodramatic style characteristic of traditional Neapolitan music.

"O' sole mio" is ubiquitous in Italy, it's almost like a national anthem, especially in Naples. In October of 1960, Elvis' version made it to #3 in Italy in the weekly charts, which was overwhelmingly made of Italian musica leggera (pop music). It also reached #17 in the annual chart of 1960, which is not bad at all for an American artist. I wouldn't say that Elvis' is the most famous version of the song, though, merely because "O' Sole Mio" is a favorite among opera singers, including Luciano Pavarotti, who used to sing a great version of it.

Elvis most likely knew the famous version by Italian tenor Enrico Caruso, recorded in 1916 (it was said to be a favorite record of his mother) and the version recorded by Mario Lanza, an Italian American tenor who was popular in the 1950s. Elvis shared his love for Lanza's operatic singing, displayed in successful movies like “The Great Caruso”, with a young Priscilla Beaulieu. When Elvis met her in the autumn of 1959, they must have talked about him, because he had just died, at the tender age of 38, after years of bad health and a controversial sleep diet (!). It’s possible that Elvis decided to record "It's Now or Never" in 1960 as a homage to him.

When Elvis recorded this song he was fresh out of the army and had filmed the Sinatra special the month before, in March 1960. I think it’s important to note that in 1957, Sinatra was rather skeptical about Elvis' vocal abilities. He said: "Elvis has no training at all. When he goes into something serious, a bigger kind of singing, we’ll find out if he is a singer". As we all know, Elvis had a lot of time to work on his singing while he was in the army, with the help of Charlie Hodge.

That’s probably why in 1960, eager to show off his extended vocal range with a "bigger kind of singing", Elvis decided to tackle this song. There was already a version with English lyrics, called “There’s No Tomorrow”, recorded by Tony Martin in 1949. He had dabbled with it a little bit in Germany, as proven by the home recordings that have surfaced. Nevertheless, he decided to have new lyrics written for him, as the song was in the public domain in the US.

With this choice in a way he was signaling that he intended to explore different genres, branching out from rock 'n roll in other words. As Shane Brown wrote in “Reconsider Baby” about his new vocal abilities, “the often out-of-control vibrato was successfully controlled, Elvis switched from singing with full power to barely a whisper like flipping a switch”. The Jordanaires begin the song with their layered harmonies, while a guitar cleverly imitates the sound of an Italian mandolin. Elvis sings this the way it is done in Italy, easing into the song and then building it up to a roar in the chorus.

So why did Elvis like Neapolitan music so much? According to Mark Duffett, it “allowed [him] to dramatically express assertive and passionate masculinity”. As a matter of fact, I find the dichotomy of tenderness and assertiveness that Elvis manages to express in this song, so masterfully expressed in the lyrics (“tomorrow will be too late / it’s now or never / my love won’t wait”) , a perfect fit for Elvis’ voice and personality.

Needless to say, the song was challenging to record. It took Elvis a few takes to nail the long high note at the end, as well as the right tone for it. He must have been satisfied with the result, though, because more than 10 years later, in 1972, during the Madison Square Garden press conference, he said that it was his favorite record of his. Elvis included “It’s Now or Never” in his concerts immediately after recording it (he performed it during the Pearl Harbor concert in 1961) and then again in February 1970, at the end of that engagement. In that occasion, it must have been a surprise choice, because he uncharacteristically instructs the TCB band on how to finish the song. I love this soulful version, with its gospel-like ending.

I wish Elvis had taken the time to learn the words and sung some of the original lyrics like he did with “Santa Lucia”, also a Neapolitan classic. In the 1970s, Elvis sometimes allowed one of this backup singers, Sherrill Nielsen, to sing the first verse of the Italian version, although with approximate lyrics. Goofing around like he often did, but also maybe hinting at the fact that the song was really old, in December 1976 Elvis introduced the song by saying: “Sherrill Nielsen is going to do the Italian version and I’m going to do the ancient Hindu version”. In this recording from one of Elvis' last concerts, Nielsen's singing is overindulgent to say the least and I wonder what Elvis thought of it. Can you decipher his expressions and let me know?

Bonus: One my favorite versions of “O Sole Mio”

[hotmonkeelove]

LeeWeek Appreciation

Day 4: Favourite Song - O Sole Mio/ It's Now Or Never (with Gary Curtis)

[apropositodime]

L'unica piccola finestra che affaccia a est è butta dentro il primo sole del mattino.

E il pigiama stropicciato di Natale. Che a dicembre è leggero mentre a maggio è pesante.😁😅

#buongiornoconilsole☀️

[polish-spirit]

Powódź w Wilnie. Dziedziniec domu przy ul. Zygmuntowskiej. (1931).

[piovascosimo]

Luciano Pavarotti | O Sole Mio this is the one who hits the hardest because sometimes he used to impersonate Pavarotti singing this song when we were kids and we would be delighted.

[calledeitaca]

«Ópera y fútbol: un mundial y tres tenores»

Roma, 7 julio de 1990, un día antes de la final del Mundial de fútbol. Las termas de Caracalla se convierten en el escenario de un evento único que transformará por completo la apreciación del género operístico. Luciano Pavarotti, Plácido Domingo y Josep Carreras, acompañados de la Orquesta de la Ópera de Roma y del Maggio Musicale Fiorentino dirigida por Zubin Mehta, se convierten en «Los tres tenores».

Ochocientos millones de espectadores fueron testigo en directo de cómo se forjaba la leyenda, un auténtico fenómeno musical que ha pasado a la historia como «el concierto del siglo». El recital se había concebido, con la excusa de la celebración de la Copa del Mundo, para recaudar fondos para la Fundación Josep Carreras contra la leucemia. Supuso, de hecho, el debut internacional del tenor catalán tras su recuperación del cáncer. Fue tal el éxito cosechado que la experiencia se repitió en los tres mundiales posteriores: actuaron en el Dodger Stadium de Los Ángeles (1994), en el Campo de Marte de París (1998) y en el Estado internacional de Yokohama (2002), hoy Estadio Nissan.

«Creo que nosotros fuimos los principales responsables de que la ópera comenzara a llegar a un público más vasto. Esto es innegable, y esto es fundamental para la vida de la ópera». Josep Carreras

El repertorio no solo abarcaba grandes arias de ópera, como Nessun dorma o E lucevan le stelle, también canciones populares como los clásicos italianos O Sole Mio y Core N’gratto o las míticas Granada y Amapola, rescatando y celebrando composiciones que representaban a los tres cantantes. Actuaron en orden alfabético y por edad: primero Carreras, después Domingo y por último Pavarotti. A pesar de que lo ensayaron, el concierto tiene momentos gloriosos en los que los tres divos de la ópera se indican unos a otros cuándo entrar a cantar, con sus confusiones y sus instantes de complicidad, haciendo las delicias de una audiencia tan entregada como la que presenciaría la final entre Argentina-Alemania unas horas después. El penalti lo marcó Puccini cuando decidieron cantar juntos Nessum Dorma tras finalizar el programa, algo que no estaba en el guión. «Acabamos el programa y no teníamos más música. No sabíamos qué hacer y le dije a Luciano "¿te parece si cantamos Nessun Dorma los tres juntos?"», dijo Plácido Domingo en una entrevista. El resto es historia. por @lacalandria Enlaces: «O sole mio» (Giovanni Capurro, Eduardo di Capua, 1898) «Nessun Dorma» (Turandot, Puccini, 1926) «Los tres tenores se juntan, 1990» Reportaje RTVE

[rayhaber]

Antalya Devlet Opera ve Balesi'nden Gala Konseri ile Sezon Açılışı

Antalya Devlet Opera ve Balesi, bu yılki sezon açılışını özel bir etkinlikle gerçekleştirdi. “Gala Konser” adı verilen bu muhteşem konser, sanatseverleri bir araya getirdi. Haşim İşcan Kültür Merkezi’nin Opera Sahnesi’nde düzenlenen açılış konserinin şefliğini ünlü maestro Lorenzo Castriota üstlendi. Konser programı, opera dünyasının önde gelen bestecilerinin eserlerine ev sahipliği yaptı.…

[prose2passion]

This week and next, the little orchestra where I am playing wrong notes on the cello is without its usual leadership so I get to open the cupboard and pull out some music (out of an ancient collection of ca. 400 pieces). Have started putting together a Youtube playlist with my choices, there are six we played this week and there will be a similar number next week. Starting with O Sole Mio - widely known in the UK as the song from the Cornetto ad (not sure how far that has been globalised).

[justhere4kpop]

First I was absolutely SWOOOOONING at Jaeyoon. Oh my god and then you got me again with Taeyang cuddling on the couch and I was like okay I won't be affected by anyone else..... But the kicker....oh my god I smiled so hard at Chani!!!! Like kick my feet giggled cute. AHHHHHHH!!! all of these were freaking INCREDIBLE!!!!! I love it. I literally 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 All of them I was like AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶.

SF9 Reaction: The Morning After

A/n: not requested, but im a new sf9 stan and I am appalled at the lack of content variety for them so requests for sf9 are open my people! (this is not thoroughly edited sryy)

Tag List: @distrikt9​ @mini-meanhoe​ @poeticallyspaghetti​ @hanstagrams​ @desertofdessert​ @yangomangos​ @hoes4hoseok​

Youngbin:

The sun peeked through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. Squinting your eyes, you stretched your arms and rolled over only to find a body next to you. A head of messy shaggy black hair lay tousled on the pillow beside you. Your eyes trained down the tan skin of the body, recognizing the familiar tattoo on his left side.

A smile slipped onto your face remembering the events of last night, Youngbin had come over for dinner and ended up staying the night…and a little more. Quietly you got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom to shower. After you finished you slipped on some shorts and a random shirt from your closet. Your legs were a little sore as you walked back up the bed.

Not wanting to wake your boyfriend just yet, you climbed back under the covers and wrapped your arms around his torso. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths. After a few moments, you felt him shift onto his back, eyes blinking open. 

He smiled seeing you already awake. “Morning,” His voice sent shivers down your spine. His arms wrapped around you pulling your body on top of his. “How long have you been awake?” 

“Not long,” you hummed leaning down and kissing his lips. 

He sighed, hand running up and down your back. “Are you free today?” Youngbin asked rolling over so he was hovering over you. You smiled as he pressed tender kisses down your neck. 

“Of course, I’m free. It’s a Saturday.”

He looked up wide eyed. “It’s a Saturday?”

“Yes, what day did you think it was?” Youngbin looked off to the side in thought. He really was the most precious man on this planet. You couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve been so busy lately.” He laughed and laid next to you. His hand reached for yours, playing with your fingers. For a moment you simply stared at each other, lovestruck grins on both your faces. 

“You want to go get brunch?” You asked with a smile.

“That sounds really good.” 

Inseong:

Something soft brushed against your neck. Your eyes were still too heavy to open, but your sleepy mind recognized the touch. Sleepily you ran your fingers through your boyfriend’s soft hair as you tried to open your eyes. A soft glow was coming through the bedroom window. 

Inseong hovered above you a sweet smile on his face. “Hi,” you whispered, making his smile grow larger. Pulling him down you pressed your lips against his, in a gentle kiss. “What time is it?” You whispered against his lips.

“About eight.”

You sighed and rolled into his side, snuggling into his arm. “I have work in an hour.” You whined. He laughed as you pulled the covers over your head. His long fingers pried the duvet away from your face. “Do I have to go to work?” You asked cutely, making his heart jump.

“Yes. Being an adult is a mandatory thing.” 

You sighed, hugging onto him even tighter. “What if I just put you in my purse and took you with me?” Inseong chuckled, the laugh vibrating throughout his chest. It was a happy sound. 

“I don’t think my six-foot tall ass could fit in your purse.”

“You don’t know that. I’m very persistent.” 

He laughed kissing the top of your head. The two of you spent a few more minutes cuddled up in bed, legs tangled together. “Okay, now you do have to get up.” A groan fell past your lips. “Hey, I’ll come back tonight after practice?” Your ears perked up at the mention of Inseong coming back.

You kissed his lips once more, before begrudgingly removing yourself from your boyfriend’s arms and the bed. He watched you get dressed a smile on his face. Before you left you leaned over Inseong still lying in bed, kissing his lips then his cheek. “Will you lock up before you leave?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Key is under the mat if you get here before me tonight.” You said with a wink before you left your boyfriend in your bedroom as you headed off to work.

Jaeyoon:

The sound of rain pelting against your window slowly brought you back to consciousness. Long fingers dragged softly up and down your back. Turning over, you saw your boyfriend, sitting up against your headboard, scrolling through his phone. Your tired eyes raked over him.

His dark hair was messy and sticky up in all directions. The light from his phone cast a blue glow over his face, highlighting all the sloping lines that made up your Jaeyoon. He smiled feeling you move under his hand. 

“Morning gorgeous,” 

His voice was deep and raspy sending shivers down your spine. The sheets rustled as you climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. Jaeyoon leaned down pressing a slow breathtaking kiss onto your lips. “Do you have schedules today?” You whispered against his lips. He sighed, feeling your hands run through his hair. 

“No, I’m yours for the day.” 

“Just for the day?” You said kissing down his jaw. Jaeyoon smiled, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” 

Jaeyoon rolled over, so he was laying on top of you, head snuggled in the crook of your neck. You listened to the rain, rubbing soothing patterns on the tan skin of your boyfriend’s back. “I wish I could wake up like this every morning,” He smiled at your words, lips trailing down your shoulder. 

“Let’s get an apartment together then.” 

You sat up, looking at your boyfriend. “Jae, you aren’t serious…are you?” Jaeyoon got off of you, leaning his head on his hand. He looked up at you, eyes crinkling in a smile. 

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.” Jaeyoon pulled you back down into his bare chest. “I would be crazy to pass up rainy mornings in bed with you.” You smiled feeling him kiss the top of your head. “That, and sex with you is incredible.” He said, you smacking his shoulder in response. 

Dawon:

The blaring of an alarm woke you up. Groaning you reached over and shut it off. “Inseong…I don’t want to get up.” A voice whined next to you. Dawon rolled over, onto his left side, as if trying to get away from his bandmate. You grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it on before crawling over your boyfriend. Your hands traced over the familiar tattoos on his chest and stomach.

He sighed, feeling your lips on his. “I’m not Inseong, baby.” He smiled, eyes finally opening. “Hi,” You whispered kissing him again. 

“You are a sight for sore eyes.” He said drowsily. 

“Better than Inseong?”

“Oh, yeah. Miles better. Light years better.”

You laughed out loud, making Dawon smile. He loved your laugh. “Are you hungry?” You asked sitting up, legs on either side of his sheet covered body. He nodded yawning. “Pancakes?” His eyes popped open, and he sat up, arms wrapping around you. 

“Y/n, have I ever told you how amazing you are?” 

Laughing, you kissed his cheek and walked out of the bedroom. Your hands busied themselves with prepping all the ingredients on your kitchen counter. Dawon shuffled around your bedroom probably trying to find his clothes. “You can shower if you want!” You called out into the apartment. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dawon sleepily shuffle into your bathroom wearing only his boxers. 

Ignoring the urge to join him, you began making the pancakes. Just as you finished the door opened and Dawon walked out, towel drying his hair. “This smells amazing,” Dawon said, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“Let’s hope it tastes that way.” You said handing him a plate. 

“Won’t taste as good as you,” Dawon said with a smirk, a blush flooding your cheeks. Instead of responding you took one of the strawberries from off his plate and bit into the juicy fruit. 

Zuho:

You were awakened by the sound of thumping in your room. Sitting up you looked to find Zuho doing his best to silently get dressed; failing miserably. “Where are you going?” You asked, pulling the sheets over your chest as you sat up. Your best friend turned at the sound of your voice. 

“Uhhh…..Nowhere.” 

“If you were going nowhere you would still be in bed with me.” 

You could practically see the gears turning in his brain. His sleepy mind was doing it’s best to process the meaning behind your words. It was hard to hide how cute you thought he was. “So…..Wait- I don’t understand…”

“Get back in bed, doofus.” 

Zuho sighed and practically fell back onto your bed, falling asleep almost immediately. You laughed and pulled him back under the covers. With his eyes closed, Zuho pulled you into his chest, his leg throwing itself over yours. “So, last night?” He asked, rubbing your bare back. “Does this mean I can finally take you out on an actual date?” 

“Well- yeah. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for like eight months.”

Zuho laughed. He rested his head on top of yours. “I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. It would suck if I lost you over something like this. Like…really suck.” He sighed fully content with you in his arms. His heartbeat was slowly lulling you back to sleep. 

“It would take more than that to get rid of me.” You hummed. You were completely happy laying with Zuho. It was still insane to you that it took a random hookup for the two of you to finally confess. 

“Like what?” Zuho questioned.

Closing your eyes, you cuddled closer to him, arms wrapping around his stomach. “I don’t even want to think about leaving you.” You smiled feeling his heart beat a little faster. Soon the two of you fell back asleep, tangled up in each others arms.

Rowoon:

The bed was cold. The air conditioner must have kicked in at some point in the night. Cool air blew across your bare shoulders. Seeking warmth, you reached over for your boyfriend only to find him missing. You sat up, looking around the room. You immediately recognized the familiar smell in the room. You were at Rowoon’s dorm. 

The other boys were on vacation, but Rowoon stayed behind for some filming. You smiled realizing the two of you were completely alone. You flinched as your feet touched the cool wood of the floor. The sound of the shower running floated into the empty hallway. 

You smiled and pushed open the door, seeing Rowoon’s tall frame behind the curtain. Shedding any remaining clothing, you pulled the curtain back enough for you to step inside. 

Rowoon turned at the sound and smiled seeing you behind him. Quickly he rinsed the soap out of his hair, before turning to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Good morning,” You said reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss. 

“Is this how you’re going to greet me every morning?” He teased, looking you up and down. 

The water pelted down from the showerhead, wetting your shoulders. “It does save water,” You said with a smirk. He chuckled, the laugh rumbling in his chest. 

“Of course. Thank you for being so conscious of the Earth’s resources.” 

You laughed as he pushed you further under the water, soaking your entire body. He pushed your wet hair away from your face with a smile. Reaching back he grabbed a bottle and handed it to you. “Now, I’ll smell like you,” Rowoon’s heart skipped a beat at your bright smile.

“Is that a good thing?” 

“I love how you smell.” You said kissing him again. He sighed feeling your teeth pull at his bottom lip. His hands gripped your waist pulling you closer to him a smile shared between the two of you before joining your lips again.

Taeyang:

You were awakened by music playing in your apartment. You sat up very confused. Taeyang was no longer beside you. You could have sworn you fell asleep right next to him. With tired eyes and a sluggish body you dragged yourself out of bed and grabbed the nearest shirt on the floor. 

Rubbing your eyes you walked out into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing shirtless with a vacuum. His hair bounced as he moved with the happy music playing from your TV. His smile brightened when he turned and saw you leaning against the wall watching him.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He laughed and turned off the vacuum. “The one time you clean and it’s in my apartment. Tae, I may have to marry you.” Taeyang rushed over, pulling you into a big bear hug. 

“Do you see me complaining?” 

He smiled, feeling you bury your face in his neck. “Did you sleep well?” He nodded, pulling back to look at your face. 

“Do you always look like this in the morning?” Taeyang asked brushing his knuckles over your cheek. 

“Like what?”

“Like a gift from heaven.” You squealed, hands covering your face. He laughed, dragging you further into the living room. “Dance with me, baby.” Taeyang took your hand and spun you around. After a few minutes of dancing the both of you collapsed onto the couch out of breath. 

“Do you want to order in?” You asked, playing with Taeyang’s slender fingers. He nodded and reached over you to grab his phone. With the food ordered, you melted into the couch watching a new episode of the show Tae was currently binging. The doorbell rang, but neither of you moved to get off the couch. 

After a shared look, Taeyang yelled through the door, “JUST LEAVE IT THERE!” Taeyang kissed your cheek before rolling off the couch and grabbing the food. He jumped back next to you with a smile, finally able to enjoy the rest of your morning. 

Hwiyoung:

Arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. Your hands pressed against a firm chest as you slowly started to wake up. A dull gray light floated through your bedroom window. Hwiyoung lay under you, still asleep. You smiled remembering the night before. 

A sigh left your lips, feeling completely content. Sleepily, you reached up and twirled a strand of Hwiyoung’s hair between your fingers. He hummed still half asleep. “Hi, handsome.” You whispered, hand still playing with his hair. 

Hwiyoung’s hands left your waist to cover his face, but you could see his ears turn a light shade of red. Gently you removed his hands being greeted with his bright smile. Before Hwiyoung could say anything his phone began playing an upbeat song. He sighed and reached over, turning it off. 

“I have schedules today,” He whined. You leaned up, kissing him sweetly. His head fell back onto your pillow, thumb rubbing over the bare skin on your hip. “What if I just didn’t show up?” He asked making you laugh.

His smile fell when you shook your head and you started to move away from him. “I have classes today too.” His head turned, looking at you beside him. “Believe me, I would keep you here if I could.” Hwiyoung smiled, before sitting up, taking some of the sheets with him. 

You wrapped your arms around his chest, placing loving kisses on his shoulder. “You keep doing that I’ll never leave your bed.” Your boyfriend whispered. You could hear the grin in his voice. Eventually, he did get up and gathered his clothes, getting dressed in front of you. 

You watched Hwiyoung with sleepy eyes as he gathered his things. His long hair was still a mess and his shirt was wrinkled, but he looked almost the same as when he came over the night before. Giving you his signature gummy smile, he leaned over you, kissing you lovingly. “I’ll see you tonight?” He asked, hopeful eyes looking into yours. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Hwiyoung smiled and left your apartment, leaving you to get ready for the rest of your day, a smile plastered on your face.

Chani:

Something cold brushed against your leg. Your eyes fluttered open, sleep still trying to pull them close. You sat up a pair of arms falling off of your waist. Pain shot through your temples as you reached for your phone. However, it wasn’t your phone. It was Chani’s. Your eyes widened, seeing your best friend asleep beside you. You were at the dorm. No matter how hard you tried you struggled to remember much from the night before. Some drinking was involved. Chani pulled you back into his room for some reason. 

You cringed, memories of rough kisses and heated moments returning to you all at once. This was not how you wanted to tell Chani you liked him. Far from it. His phone told you that it was almost four in the morning. Slowly you got up from the bed, wincing at the pain between your legs. “Good grief, Chani.” You mumbled under your breath as you searched for your clothes quietly. 

After slipping your underwear back on, you grabbed the first shirt you could find on the floor, tossing it over your body. “That’s mine, Y/n.” Turning you saw Chani sitting up in bed. A piece of his dark hair sticking straight up. His deep voice raw from sleep. He looked more handsome than anyone should in the morning. “Where are you going?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. 

You had no idea how to react. He sounded like he wanted you to stay. Maybe he was still asleep? “I was just going to go-”

“Don’t go,” He said giving you a sleepy smile. His eyes looked towards the nightstand before he motioned you back onto the bed. Hesitantly, you sat next to him trying to keep your eyes from raking over his chiseled torso. “I have a gift for you.” Chani reached over, pulling open the drawer. In his hands was a little blue box. His hand brushed yours as he handed it to you. You stared questioningly at the box before looking back to him. In the box was a little metal key. “It’s a key to the dorms.”

You chuckled, setting the key back in the box. He looked up at you with an innocent smile. “What are you making me a more accessible late night booty call?”

Chani laughed pulling you down into a sweet kiss. “Late night,” His hands held tightly onto your hips. “Early morning,” He pulled away and smiled, watching your teeth drag over your bottom lip. “My girlfriend should be able to come over whenever she wants.”

“I’m your girlfriend now?” 

“Duh.”

Requests are open my lovelies! Just send an ask!

Masterlist

[casaenplaya]

CASAENPLAYA - O SOLE MIO

[kayespencer]

Daily Prompt #JusJoJan - Jan 3: Solo

Daily Prompt #JusJoJan – Jan 3: Solo

Other than playing the harmonica, I have no musical abilities. However, listening to music is an important part of my life. I have an eclectic musical interest that includes classic country, classic rock, 50s music, 90s hair bands, heavy metal, classical-romantic-baroque eras, selective rap, movie soundtracks, and opera. Consequently, when I read Linda’s today’s #JusJoJan word prompt, ‘solo’,…

[seethroughcan]

I'm going insane It's like 12am and i drew this to chase away negative thoughts

[phantomdoofer]

One headcanon I've stuck with, but never elaborated on in writing, is that Peppino has an excellent singing voice (he's a baritone, btw). Giuseppe regains this ability after the events of "The Final Slice."

They inherited this from their father Sergio, who was a professional-grade singer - he probably would have have been famous if he'd been discovered (and he hadn't been so shy about this talent). This was a big part of how he charmed Margherita: he would stand outside her window, serenading her, and she was entranced by him, even when her mother would run him off like a stray cat. Later she started arranging to meet him secretly, and he would sing to her for hours.

After they eloped and moved to La Crosta, he would often sing baby Peppino to sleep if he was being fussy; Margherita would stand outside the room and listen, as comforted by it as their son. It's one of the sharpest memories Peppino and Giuseppe have of their father, and, once they have kids, they both carry on the tradition.

[b-blushes]

autism moment but it must feel sooooo good to be a fluent pianist and play a piece over and over again…. it’s good enough playing the same duolingo 45 second or however long ‘song’ over and over 10 times in a row I can only imagine how nice a full song on an actual piano feels….