2:30pm, January 5, Rome, Italy
"Thank you, thank you. I love you all. You're all the reason I get out of bed everyday. Well, that and my manager, of course." Federico spoke to his loving fans of mainly screaming and fainting girls. There were a few fathers there, too, rolling there eyes at him blowing kisses to their daughters while exiting the stage only to be greeted by his overly excited and enthusiastic manager, Marotti.
"Federico. Do you know how bad that was?" Federico started to worry. Marotti was always excited about Federico's career, so it came as no surprise to the young Italian. However, Marotti was unpredictable. No one knew what he was talking about most of the time, including his own clients. Federico nervously shook his head, waiting the rant he saw coming out of Marotti's mouth at any time. "Neither do I! Because that was perfect! The fans loved you! The girls loved you! The mega fans that were trying to get in without a ticket loved you! Even the father's who are only there for their daughters and hate your guts loved it!" Marotti rambled on to Federico, who was purely sick of hearing about his own career. That was the last part of his tour. He'd asked for it to be in his hometown of Rome, so he could go back home to see his mother again. As soon as he could get away from Marotti, which was never an easy task. He'd have to do it carefully. Compliment his manager and make an excuse why he needed to leave.
"Marotti... Marotti... Marotti!" Federico finally got Marotti to be quiet, one of the many things that doesn't happen very often. Like a leap year, just less common. "I'd love to stay and talk with you for hours, but I really must go home. I'm sure you can understand." Marotti started nodding uncontrollably, and somewhat nervously. Federico knew this happened when he didn't understand, but didn't say anything about it.
"Yes, yes. Sure. You can go. Just... Just leave me here... On my own... To rot..." Marotti stuttered towards the end, he was about to cry. Despite knowing what his actions meant, Federico patted his back and thanked Marotti, leaving him on his own. Once the blubbering mess that was known by the world as Marotti was out of the eye's view, Federico instantly called his best friend Violetta. He knew this wasn't right, to be doing these things behind his manager's back - especially if he could get dropped from the label. But the young superstar had no choice, he needed to get away.