Sunday Evening, 25th of April 2010 - Fabrizio's apartment
The soft hum of the evening enveloped Fabrizio as he sat on the balcony, a familiar guitar in his hands. The gentle strumming echoed the melancholy notes of a song Clara once loved. The fading sunlight painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a bittersweet glow on the memories that lingered in the air. Nanako, having noticed Fabrizio's pensive demeanor, softly spoke from her bedroom's window. "Fabrizio, mind if I join you?"
Fabrizio: "Of course, Nanako-chan. The balcony's never off-limits for you."
Nanako took a seat beside him, the wooden planks of the balcony cool beneath them. Without a word, he handed her a cup of tea.
"Thinking about her again?" Nanako asked gently.
Fabrizio nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant waves. "Yeah, it's one of those days."
Nanako leaned back, her eyes reflecting the empathy she felt. "She was incredible, wasn't she?"
"She was everything," Fabrizio replied, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "The way she used to hum along with me while I played... I can still hear it."
They sat in companionable silence, the memories of Clara lingering in the air.
As the night deepened, Fabrizio decided to share a glimpse of Clara with Nanako, someone who had become a close confidante over the years.
"Can you tell me about the first time you met Clara?" Nanako inquired, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.
Fabrizio's smile widened as he embarked on the journey of reminiscence. "Sure, it happened a year before you came and it happened during a boring day in middle school."
April 2003 - Dante Alighieri Secondary School Courtyard
The rhythmic tap of raindrops against the classroom windows created a gentle cadence as Fabrizio stood near the window during the break. The room buzzed with the usual teenage chatter—some students played cards, others engaged in lively discussions. However, Fabrizio was in his own world, captivated by the symphony of raindrops.
With a thoughtful gaze, he began sketching musical notes on the foggy window, his fingers dancing along the glass. The city outside, blurred by the rain, seemed like a canvas waiting to be filled with melodies.
Meanwhile, across the room, Clara caught sight of Fabrizio standing alone. Engaged in conversation with her friend, she observed him from a distance, a spark of curiosity in her eyes.
"He always seems so lost in his own world," Clara remarked to her friend, her gaze lingering on Fabrizio.
Her friend, intrigued, followed Clara's line of sight. "That's Fabrizio, right? The quiet guy by the window?"
Clara nodded, her interest piqued. "He's always drawing those musical notes. I wonder what's on his mind."
A mischievous grin crossed her friend's face. "Why don't you go find out? He looks like he could use some company."
Emboldened by the idea, Clara decided to approach Fabrizio. Weaving through the clusters of students, she reached him just as he finished sketching a particularly intricate musical note.
"Hey," she greeted, her voice cutting through the ambient noise.
Startled, Fabrizio turned to face Clara, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. "Oh, hi. I didn't notice you there."
"No worries. I couldn't help but admire your artwork," Clara replied, her eyes flickering to the musical notes on the window. "Are you a musician?"
Fabrizio chuckled, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I wish. I'm just drawing what I love."
Clara leaned against the window, her gaze meeting Fabrizio's. "Music? I love music too. What's your favorite?"
As they exchanged favorite artists and songs, the rain outside seemed to intensify, creating a cozy cocoon around the two. The initial awkwardness dissolved, replaced by a shared passion for music. As raindrops continued their gentle dance on the window, Clara extended her hand toward Fabrizio. "By the way, I'm Clara. Clara Galiano."
Taking her hand, Fabrizio smiled, feeling a warmth in the simple gesture. "Fabrizio Calafiori. Nice to meet you, Clara."
The exchange of names marked the beginning of a connection that went beyond the transient moments of a school break. With introductions made, Clara and Fabrizio found themselves entangled in a conversation that flowed effortlessly, as if the rain outside whispered secrets only they could understand.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the break, Clara suggested, "We should continue this conversation. Maybe over lunch?"
Fabrizio's heart skipped a beat at the invitation. "Yeah, I'd like that."
And just like that, amid the rain and musical notes on a foggy window, a friendship blossomed—one that would eventually transform into something far deeper. The ordinary day in middle school became the extraordinary beginning of Clara and Fabrizio's intertwined journey.
In the present day, the balcony, perched above the city lights, provided a serene backdrop as Fabrizio continued to share the intricacies of his past with Nanako. The ambient hum of the city below served as a distant melody to the intimate conversation unfolding.
Nanako, seated beside Fabrizio, felt the weight of the memories in his words. The night air carried a subtle warmth, creating an atmosphere conducive to storytelling.
"Clara had this way of making every ordinary moment extraordinary," Fabrizio mused, his eyes distant yet filled with affection. "We became inseparable after that day. She was the melody to my music, the sunshine in my rainy days."
Nanako, sensing the depth of Fabrizio's emotions, nodded in understanding. "It sounds like fate brought you two together."
"Yeah, maybe it was," Fabrizio reflected, his gaze wandering over the cityscape. "We were just two kids, drawn to each other by the magic of music and shared dreams."
The city lights flickered, a silent witness to the tale of two souls finding solace in each other's company.
"Tell me more about Clara, Fabrizio-kun" Nanako gently encouraged, her curiosity blending with a genuine desire to understand the woman who had left an indelible mark on Fabrizio's heart.
Fabrizio's eyes lit up as he delved into vivid anecdotes. "She had this infectious laughter that could brighten the gloomiest days. We used to spend hours talking about everything and nothing, losing track of time."
The night embraced them, carrying the echoes of laughter and whispered confessions. Fabrizio's voice became a melodic narrator, painting scenes of shared dreams and the resilience of their bond.
"We faced challenges, too," Fabrizio admitted, a somber note entering his tone. "But Clara had this incredible strength. Even when life threw its worst at us, she stood tall, a beacon of hope."
Nanako listened attentively, her presence a silent anchor for Fabrizio's emotional journey.
"And then," Fabrizio continued, "the music we created together became more than just notes. It was an expression of our love, a testament to the beauty that can emerge from even the darkest moments."
Nanako, sensing the depth of Fabrizio's emotions and the complexity of their shared history, gently broached a sensitive topic. "F-Fabrizio-kun, can you tell me more about Clara's illness? How did it all start?"
Fabrizio's expression shifted, a mixture of melancholy and determination coloring his features. The night air seemed to carry the weight of unspoken struggles as he prepared to unravel another layer of their story.
"It started during our last year of high school," Fabrizio began, his voice a soft cadence against the city's distant murmur. "Clara began feeling fatigued, which we initially attributed to the stress we were under during our last year of high school. We were both passionate about our music, and the workload seemed insurmountable at times."
He paused, his eyes reflecting the weight of those initial misinterpretations. "But things took a drastic turn after a particularly disastrous fall Clara had. It wasn't just a simple accident; it became a turning point in our lives."
Nanako's eyes held a blend of concern and curiosity, urging Fabrizio to unfold this chapter of their story.
"After the fall, Clara was admitted to the hospital for the injuries, but it was during that stay that the medical team decided to delve deeper," Fabrizio paused after recounting the pivotal moment of Clara's fall and subsequent hospital admission. The night air hung heavy with the weight of impending revelations, and Nanako's eyes conveyed a mix of anticipation and empathy.
As Fabrizio collected his thoughts, the scene shifted, transporting them both to a hospital room bathed in sterile light. The memory unfolded like a vivid tableau, each detail etched with the indelible ink of experience.
April 2009 - Saint'Anne and Saint Sebastian Hospital
The frantic rhythm of Fabrizio's footsteps echoed through the sterile hallways of the hospital as he rushed towards the front desk. Anxiety etched across his face, he approached the nurse on duty with urgency.
"Excuse me," Fabrizio implored, "I need to know which room Clara Galiano is in. Please, it's important."
The nurse, understanding the gravity of the situation, quickly checked the records. "She's in room 302 on the third floor," she informed, her eyes reflecting a blend of sympathy and concern.
Without wasting a moment, Fabrizio navigated the sterile halls, each step bringing him closer to the revelation that awaited him. As he reached Clara's room, he found her parents standing outside, their faces painted with concern.
"What happened?" Fabrizio asked, the worry evident in his voice.
Clara's mother, her eyes clouded with worry, spoke softly, "She had a fall. Down the stairs. It happened at school."
His heart sinking, Fabrizio asked if he could enter Clara's room. Clara's parents nodded, granting him access to the intimate space where the echoes of their shared history awaited.
Pushing open the door, Fabrizio was met with the antiseptic scent of the hospital room. His eyes found Clara, seated on the bed, her gaze fixed outside the window. A conspicuous bandage adorned the back of her neck, a stark contrast against the pale hospital gown.
"Clara," Fabrizio whispered, his voice a mixture of relief and worry.
Clara turned to him, a smile gracing her lips despite the circumstances. "Fabrizio," she greeted, her eyes reflecting the warmth of familiarity.
Rushing to her side, Fabrizio took a moment to process the scene. "What happened? Why are you here?"
Clara's gaze shifted to the window, the cityscape beyond becoming a backdrop to the story she was about to share. "I was at school," she began, her voice carrying the melody of a somber recollection. "Just finished a study session with my friends. As I was descending the school stairs, I blacked out and fell down."
Concern etched itself onto Fabrizio's features. "Fell down the stairs? Why didn't you tell me about this?"
Clara's eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and reassurance. "I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. They found some issues during the tests, and that's why I'm here."
The room, a sanctuary for conversations laden with unspoken fears, witnessed the unfolding dialogue between the two souls bound by a shared journey.
Fabrizio, despite the lingering worry, managed a faint smile. "You should have told me, Clara. We're in this together, remember?"
Their hands found solace in each other's grasp, a silent reaffirmation of their unwavering connection. Some time passed and, as Clara and Fabrizio engaged in conversation, the door swung open, revealing a figure clad in a white coat—the doctor. A sense of anticipation filled the room as the physician took a moment to assess the situation.
"Good evening, everyone," the doctor greeted, offering a reassuring smile. "I understand you're eager to know about the test results. We conducted a thorough examination, but unfortunately, we couldn't pinpoint the exact cause of Clara's blackout."
A collective sigh of concern echoed through the room. Clara's parents, flanking the bed, exchanged glances, their worry etched in furrowed brows.
"What does that mean, Doctor?" Fabrizio inquired, his voice a mix of concern and determination.
The doctor continued, "Given the inconclusive results, we've decided to keep Clara under observation for the night. We'll repeat the tests to gather more information and hopefully arrive at a clearer diagnosis."
Fabrizio's brows furrowed, his protective instincts kicking in. "Can I stay with her?" he asked, turning to Clara's parents.
The doctor interjected, "I need to discuss this with Clara's parents first."
However, Clara's parents, understanding the depth of the connection between their daughter and Fabrizio, spoke almost in unison, "Of course, Fabrizio. You're more than welcome to stay with Clara. In fact, we're counting on you to keep an eye on her."
A warm camaraderie filled the room as Clara's parents shared a lighthearted moment. "Honestly," Clara's father chuckled, "I think Fabrizio here takes better care of her than we do."
His wife joined in the jest, "I guess we're lucky to have him around. It's like having a live-in guardian angel."
The tension that had gripped the room began to dissipate, replaced by an atmosphere of shared support. In the face of uncertainty, their bond—forged in friendship and deepened by unforeseen circumstances—emerged as a beacon of solace. Fabrizio, now bestowed with the role of a watchful guardian, settled in for the night ahead, ready to navigate the shadows that lingered on the periphery of their lives.
The present moment returned like a gentle tide, and Nanako, captivated by the narrative, couldn't help but voice her curiosity.
"So, what happened after that night in the hospital?" Nanako inquired, her eyes reflecting the sincerity of her interest.
Before Fabrizio could delve into the next chapter of the past, the tranquility of the evening was shattered by a boisterous entrance. Hiroto and Hana, their voices harmonizing in excitement, barged into the apartment, declaring, "Pizza's here!"
The abrupt interruption drew laughter from Fabrizio, and the weight of the conversation seemed to lift momentarily. Nanako, realizing that the evening had taken an unexpected turn, smiled and remarked, "Well, it seems like our storytelling will have to wait for now."
As Nanako headed towards the door, ready to retreat to her own apartment, Fabrizio caught up with her, a glint of spontaneity in his eyes. "Nanako-chan, why not join us for dinner? Hana and Hiroto are here, and it'll be a casual get-together. What do you say?"
Hana, always quick to extend warmth and hospitality, chimed in, "Yes, Nanako-chan! We'd love to have you join us. It's a perfect night for good food and good company."
Nanako, swayed by the warmth of their invitation, hesitated for a moment before accepting. "Alright, I suppose I can stay for a bit longer."
The evening unfolded with laughter, shared stories, and the comforting aroma of pizza. Around the small table, the camaraderie between friends formed a sanctuary, temporarily shelving the weight of the past. As they savored the moments of togetherness, Fabrizio, Hana, Hiroto, and Nanako found solace in the present—a respite from the complexities that had woven the tapestry of their lives.
Monday Morning, 26th of April 2010 - O.P.U.A. Shuri-Tonokura Campus
The square hummed with activity as students bustled around, their voices forming a lively symphony in the air. Fabrizio, having just concluded a music lesson, found a quiet corner in one of the common areas outside the music department. The rhythmic cadence of his pen against the notebook paper echoed the melodic thoughts brewing in his mind.
As he strummed the first chords, the music began to take shape—a delicate tapestry of emotions woven into each note. The words flowed from his pen, a lyrical dance capturing the essence of his thoughts. In this serene bubble of creativity, time seemed to bend to the will of inspiration.
Unbeknownst to Fabrizio, Yukina and Yukari strolled along the edge of the square. The friends, engrossed in their own conversation, caught sight of the familiar figure huddled in artistic contemplation.
Yukina nudged Yukari, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Look who's in his own world again. Shall we see what the maestro is conjuring up this time?"
With a shared smile, they altered their course, drawing closer to Fabrizio's secluded spot.
"Hey there, Fabrizio-kun!" Yukina called out, her voice a melody that harmonized with the ambient sounds of the campus.
Startled from his creative reverie, Fabrizio looked up, a grin breaking across his face. "Yukina-chan, Yukari-chan! What brings you two here?"
Yukari, with a playful smirk, replied, "We were just passing by and couldn't resist the allure of your musical genius. What masterpiece are you weaving today?"
Fabrizio chuckled, gesturing to his notebook. "Just working on something for tonight's performance at the club. Care to hear a snippet?"
The invitation hung in the air, and Yukina and Yukari exchanged eager glances. "Absolutely!" Yukina exclaimed, taking a seat beside him.
As Fabrizio began to play, the notes resonated in the open space, weaving a spell that drew the attention of those passing by.
...
You set my world on fire
Yeah, it's all long gone
I'm watching flames get higher
And I can't move on
I just gotta let it burn, burn, burn on down
Girl, without you it don't turn, turn, turn around
You set my world on fire
...
As the harmonious notes of Fabrizio's impromptu performance filled the campus square, the music became a beacon that attracted not only Yukina and Yukari but also Nanako, who happened to be passing by. Entranced by the melody, Nanako hesitated for a moment before deciding to join her friends.
"Hey, Nanako-chan, you're just in time!" Yukina called out, waving her over.
Nanako quickened her pace, joining Yukina and Yukari just as Fabrizio reached the poignant final verses of his song. The audience, comprised of curious onlookers, fellow students, and a sprinkling of friends, erupted into applause as Fabrizio concluded his soulful rendition.
His smile painted a facade of composure, yet Nanako's perceptive gaze caught the glimmer of a tear escaping his eyes. In that fleeting moment, she sensed the depth of emotion woven into the fabric of the song.
Before she could approach Fabrizio and inquire about the emotional undercurrents, Hiroto, in his characteristic haste, dashed past them, calling out to Fabrizio.
"Fabrizio-kun! Hurry up, or you'll owe me a beer tonight!" Hiroto's voice carried a playful urgency.
"Oh no, I will not! You will!" Fabrizio retorted with a laugh, swiftly gathering his belongings. With a final wave to the small gathering, he darted away, leaving behind an echo of lighthearted banter.
The friends exchanged amused glances as Fabrizio vanished into the campus buildings, leaving the lingering echoes of his music behind. Nanako, still processing the emotions stirred by the song, felt a gentle hand on her shoulder—Yukina offering a supportive smile.
"That was beautiful," Yukina remarked, her words carrying a subtle acknowledgment of the emotional undercurrents in Fabrizio's performance.
Nanako nodded, her thoughts momentarily lingering on the unspoken connection between the song and Clara. "Yes, it truly was."
In the quiet aftermath of the performance, she found herself contemplating the depth of the song and the emotions it carried. Her thoughts, like gentle whispers to the blue sky, reached out to Clara.
"He did it again, didn't he?" Yukari mused, recognizing the unspoken connection between Fabrizio and Nanako.
Nanako, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nostalgia and pride, nodded. "Yeah, he did. Clara would be proud of him. I can feel it."
The trio, bonded by friendship and shared experiences, continued their conversation, the echoes of the music lingering in the air.
Monday Morning, 26th of April 2010 - Music Department Classroom
The campus corridor buzzed with the energy of students rushing to their respective classes. Hiroto and Fabrizio, having sprinted through the labyrinth of halls, arrived just before the bell's imminent toll.
Hiroto, slightly out of breath but with a triumphant grin, declared, "Looks like I beat you again, Fabrizio-kun!"
Fabrizio, still adjusting the strap of his guitar, chuckled. "Well, only because I let you, my friend. You owe me that beer tonight!"
Before their friendly banter could escalate further, Hana's voice called out from a short distance. "Boys, over here!" she exclaimed, waving them towards the desks she had saved near the front.
Hiroto and Fabrizio exchanged playful glances before heading over to join Hana. The atmosphere in the room was a blend of excitement and anticipation as students settled into their seats, their chatter filling the air.
"Saved you two the best seats in the house," Hana teased, gesturing to the desks she had secured near the front row.
Fabrizio grinned, taking a seat. "You're a lifesaver, Hana-chan. If only Hiroto-kun could be as considerate."
Hiroto rolled his eyes, playfully nudging Fabrizio. "Save it for the beer tonight, my friend. I won fair and square."
As the banter continued, the classroom slowly filled with students, the anticipation palpable for the upcoming lesson. The trio settled into their seats, exchanging lighthearted remarks and laughter. Amidst the camaraderie, the bell finally rang, signaling the beginning of the class.
The professor entered, greeted by a chorus of greetings and hurried shuffling as students settled down. The classroom, once abuzz with chatter, now transformed into a focused arena of learning. As he delved into the intricacies of the lesson, the trio's playful banter persisted, weaving seamlessly into the academic setting.
Hana, leaning over towards Hiroto, whispered, "Do you think Fabrizio-kun will ever let you win the 'who arrives first' contest?"
Hiroto grinned, whispering back, "Not a chance. It's become our daily ritual, a friendly competition."
Fabrizio, catching wind of their conversation, interjected, "Hey, I heard that! And for the record, I let him win sometimes."
Hana chuckled, "Oh, really? Hiroto-kun, looks like you're getting special treatment."
Hiroto shrugged, "I'll take it. Free beers and victories – can't complain."
The professor, momentarily distracted by the students' banter, shot them a bemused look before continuing with the lecture. Hana occasionally glanced over her notes, sharing a subtle smirk with Hiroto and Fabrizio whenever the material took an unexpected turn.
Hiroto, ever the mischievous one, leaned over to Fabrizio and whispered, "Think we can convince the professor to turn today's lesson into a musical?"
Fabrizio chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm sure our fellow classmates would appreciate a spontaneous concert, don't you think?"
Hana, catching wind of their whispered exchange, rolled her eyes. "Boys and their grand ideas. Let's just survive the class without any musical interludes, shall we?"
The trio exchanged grins, the camaraderie evident in their shared laughter. As the professor delved into the intricacies of music theory, Hana couldn't help but share a playful glance with Hiroto.
With a twinkle in her eye, she whispered, "Hiroto-kun, do you think musical notes hold the key to understanding the complexities of love?"
Hiroto grinned, playing along. "Well, they do say music is the language of the heart. Maybe it's also the secret to decoding love."
Fabrizio, catching wind of their banter, joined in. "If that's the case, I've been approaching love all wrong. I should've composed a ballad instead!"
Hana rolled her eyes, teasingly nudging Hiroto. "I blame you for this. Now Fabrizio-kun thinks he can serenade his way through romance."
Hiroto chuckled, his gaze lingering on Hana. "Well, if music is the language of love, then I'd say it's working just fine."
Hana blushed, feigning a scoff. "Smooth, Hiroto-kun. Very smooth."
The playful banter continued throughout the lecture, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the music-filled classroom. As the trio exchanged laughter and jokes, their shared moments formed a melody of friendship and budding romance.
With each teasing remark, the unspoken affection between Hana and Hiroto bloomed, adding a sweet note to the otherwise routine classroom experience.
The professor, wrapping up the lecture, addressed the class. "Remember, the concepts we covered today will be crucial for your upcoming projects. Take the time to review and ask questions if needed."
The trio exchanged knowing glances. As the room buzzed with students gathering their belongings, Hana, Hiroto, and Fabrizio prepared to leave. The air was charged with the shared understanding that their day was far from over.
Hiroto, with a sly grin, nudged Fabrizio. "So, about that beer tonight…"
Fabrizio laughed. "Let's settle it once and for all at the club. Winner buys the first round!"
The banter continued as they made their way out of the classroom, the trio's camaraderie echoing through the corridors. With each step, they carried the warmth of shared moments, the promise of music, and the unspoken bonds that made their journey through university unforgettable.
Monday Afternoon, 26th of April 2010 - Fabrizio's apartment
As Fabrizio stood in front of the mirror, running a towel through his dark brown hair, his phone chimed with a new message. Curious, he picked it up and saw a notification from Nanako. The message read:
"Nanako: Hey Fabrizio-kun! Looking forward to your performance tonight. We'll be there to cheer you on!"
A warm smile spread across Fabrizio's face as he typed a quick response:
"Fabrizio: Thanks, Nanako-chan! It means a lot. Hope you and your friends enjoy the show. See you at the club!"
With that, he set his phone down, feeling a surge of gratitude for the friends who had become an essential part of his journey in Okinawa. As he continued to prepare for the night at the club, the anticipation of sharing his music with a supportive audience fueled his excitement. Little did he know that the upcoming performance would mark not only a musical celebration but also a poignant chapter in the tapestry of his life.
Monday Night, 26th of April 2010 - Homura Night Club
As Fabrizio entered the vibrant atmosphere of the club, the pulsating beat of music enveloped him, heightening his anticipation for the night's performance. He scanned the dimly lit room until his eyes landed on Hiroto, who was already seated at a booth, holding two beers.
With a grin, Fabrizio approached Hiroto, who greeted him with a playful smirk. "Took you long enough," Hiroto teased, holding out one of the beers.
Fabrizio chuckled, accepting the beer. "Hey, I had to make sure I looked good for the stage," he joked, taking a seat opposite Hiroto.
Hiroto rolled his eyes, playfully nudging Fabrizio. "Sure, sure. Just admit you were trying to avoid buying me a beer," he retorted, raising his bottle.
"Maybe I was," Fabrizio admitted with a laugh, clinking his bottle against Hiroto's. "But hey, you owe me for that race earlier."
Hiroto smirked, taking a sip of his beer. "Bite me," he replied, the friendly banter between them echoing through the lively atmosphere of the club.
As they settled into their booth, Fabrizio took a sip of his beer before turning to Hiroto with a curious expression. "Hey, where's Hana-chan?" he asked, noticing her absence.
Hiroto shrugged, glancing at his phone. "She texted me earlier, said she's running late from rehearsals. Should be here soon," he replied nonchalantly.
Fabrizio nodded, understanding. "Alright, let's hope she makes it in time to catch the show," he remarked, taking another sip of his beer.
Hiroto chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Speaking of catching the show, any chance that charming purple-haired friend of yours will be joining us tonight?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.
Fabrizio grinned, nodding in affirmation. "Yeah, Nanako-chan will be here. In fact, Yukina-chan, Yukari-chan and their friends Mai and Shinji will be joining us too," he replied, his anticipation for the night evident in his voice.
Hiroto grinned, pleased with the prospect of their group enjoying the show together. "Sounds like it's going to be a great night," he remarked, raising his bottle in a toast.
Fabrizio mirrored the gesture, clinking his bottle against Hiroto's. "Couldn't have said it better myself," he agreed, a smile spreading across his face.
As they chatted and enjoyed their drinks, Fabrizio's excitement for the night's performance grew, eager to share the stage with his friends and create unforgettable memories together.
A lively chatter and laughter filled the club, the energy surged with anticipation as the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Fabrizio Calafiori!"
A wave of applause erupted from the crowd as Fabrizio made his way onto the stage, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. He flashed a smile at the audience, his gaze briefly scanning the room until it settled on his friends, who had just arrived and were settling into the booth Hiroto had saved for them. With a deep breath, Fabrizio launched into his performance, his fingers expertly strumming the chords of his guitar as he began with a few crowd-pleasing cover songs. The familiar melodies filled the air, drawing the audience in as they swayed to the music, their cheers and applause mingling with the pulsating beat of the club.
As he sang, Fabrizio's passion and emotion poured into each note, his voice resonating with raw intensity as he lost himself in the music. The stage lights cast a warm glow around him, illuminating his features as he poured his heart and soul into every word.
Meanwhile, his friends watched from their booth, their eyes fixed on Fabrizio with admiration and pride. Yukina leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with delight as she listened to the music. "He's incredible," she remarked, her voice filled with awe. "I never get tired of hearing him play."
Yukari nodded in agreement, a smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, he really knows how to captivate an audience," she added, her gaze never leaving Fabrizio as he strummed his guitar.
Mai, who was seated beside them, clapped enthusiastically after each song, her eyes shining with pride. "I can't believe we know someone so talented," she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.
Shinji, who had joined them at the last minute, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Fabrizio-kun has definitely got some serious skills," he commented, a grin spreading across his face as he watched his friend perform.
Hiroto, who had saved the booth for their group, leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smile on his face. "I knew he'd put on a great show," he said, his voice tinged with pride. "Fabrizio never disappoints."
As Fabrizio's performance unfolded on stage, Nanako sat beside Yukina, completely enthralled by the music. Her eyes were fixed on Fabrizio, and she couldn't tear her gaze away as he strummed his guitar and sang with passion and skill.
Yukina noticed Nanako's captivated expression and couldn't help but tease her friend. "Looks like someone's a fan," she whispered with a playful grin, nudging Nanako gently.
Nanako's cheeks flushed slightly as she tore her gaze away from the stage, smiling sheepishly at Yukina. "I-I'm just enjoying the music," she stammered, her voice soft with admiration. "He's really talented."
Yukina chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sure, sure," she teased, giving Nanako a playful wink before turning her attention back to the stage.
Despite her embarrassment, Nanako couldn't help but smile as she listened to Fabrizio's performance. She was grateful to Yukina for bringing her along and giving her the opportunity to experience such incredible music with her friends. And as the night continued, she knew she would cherish these memories for years to come.
As Fabrizio reached the end of his performance, the crowd erupted into applause, cheering for an encore. Taking hold of the microphone, he stepped forward, a solemn expression on his face.
"Thank you all so much," he began, his voice ringing clear through the room. "Before I finish, I want to share something special with you."
The audience hushed, sensing the gravity of his words.
"I've written a new song," Fabrizio continued, his gaze scanning the crowd. "It's dedicated to someone very dear to me, someone who's no longer with us but whose memory lives on in my heart."
Nanako's breath caught in her throat as she listened, her heart pounding with anticipation.
"Clara," Fabrizio said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "This is for you."
World On Fire - Fabrizio Calafiori
...
Girl, when you called it quits
You could have done it right
You could have left this town out of it when you said goodbye
You ruined everything I love
Ripped my heart right out my chest
Girl, it's like there ain't nothing left
You set my world on fire, yeah, it's all long gone
I'm watching flames get higher, and I can't move on
I just gotta let it burn, burn, burn on down
Girl, without you, it don't turn, turn, turn around
You set my world on fire
You set my world on fire
Can't hit that corner bar
Can't even ride them roads
Don't know my way around this place
I can't see through the smoke
Piled up every memory, yeah
You took the good with all the bad
Why'd you have to strike that match
And set my world on fire, yeah, it's all long gone
I'm watching flames get higher, and I can't move on
I just gotta let it burn, burn, burn on down
Girl, without you, it don't turn, turn, turn around
You set my world on fire
You set my world on fire
Ain't nothing left for me in this old nothing town
Guess all we'll be is ashes on the ground
So, I watch it burn, burn, burn on down
Ain't nothing I can hold on to right now
You set my
You set my world on fire, yeah, it's all long gone
I'm watching flames get higher, and I can't move on
I just gotta let it burn, burn, burn on down
Girl, without you, it don't turn, turn, turn around
You set my world on fire (oh-oh)
You set my world on fire (you set my world on fire)
You set my world on fire (yeah)
You set my world on fire (whoa)
You set my world on fire
...
With those words, he launched into the song, his voice carrying the weight of his love and longing. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, each note infused with raw emotion as Fabrizio poured his heart into the music. Nanako watched in awe, her eyes shimmering with tears as she listened to the heartfelt tribute. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, a glimpse into Fabrizio's soul as he bared his heart to the world.
As the final chords faded away, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause, moved by the raw emotion of Fabrizio's performance. Nanako wiped away a tear, her heart heavy with the weight of his loss, yet uplifted by the beauty of his love. As the applause gradually subsided, Fabrizio stood on stage, his heart still racing from the rush of performing. He smiled gratefully at the audience, his eyes shining with appreciation.
"Thank you all so much!" he called out, his voice filled with warmth. "You've been an amazing audience tonight!"
The crowd cheered and clapped once more, showing their appreciation for the unforgettable performance they had just witnessed.
After stepping off stage, Fabrizio made his way to the back of the club to gather his belongings. As he packed up his guitar and microphone, he was approached by Mr. Homura, the club owner, who wore a satisfied grin.
"Fabrizio-kun, that was incredible," Mr. Homura said, extending a hand to shake Fabrizio's. "You really know how to captivate a crowd."
Fabrizio's face lit up with a grateful smile as he shook Mr. Homura's hand. "Thank you, Mr. Homura. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to perform here tonight."
Mr. Homura nodded, his expression serious. "I knew I made the right choice bringing you on as our singer. You have a real gift, Fabrizio-kun."
Fabrizio's heart swelled with pride at the compliment. "Thank you, sir. It means a lot coming from you."
With a final handshake, Mr. Homura wished Fabrizio well and made his way back to the front of the club, leaving Fabrizio alone with his thoughts.
As he exited the backstage area, he spotted Hiroto waving him over to their table. With a smile, Fabrizio made his way over, feeling a wave of contentment wash over him.
"Hey, Fabrizio-kun!" Hiroto called out, grinning as he gestured for Fabrizio to join them.
Approaching the table, Fabrizio's gaze swept over his friends, a warm feeling settling in his chest. "Hey, guys!" he greeted, his voice filled with genuine warmth.
Hana beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Here's the best Italian singer of all Okinawa!" she proclaimed, eliciting cheers and applause from the others at the table. Chuckling modestly, Fabrizio nodded his thanks, his heart swelling with gratitude at their support. However, his attention was drawn to a new face seated at the table – a young man he hadn't met before.
Before taking a seat, Fabrizio extended a hand to the newcomer. "I'm Fabrizio," he introduced himself with a friendly smile.
The young man returned the smile, reaching out to shake Fabrizio's hand. "I'm Shinji," he replied, his voice friendly yet somewhat reserved.
As the group settled in around the table, Hiroto draped an arm around Hana, drawing her close as they all engaged in lively conversation. The club buzzed with energy around them, the atmosphere alive with the aftermath of Fabrizio's performance.
"That was amazing, Fabrizio-kun!" Yukina exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration. "You really brought down the house tonight."
Yukari nodded in agreement, a smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, everyone was completely captivated. It was like the whole room was under your spell."
Hiroto chimed in, his voice filled with pride. "I knew you'd knock it out of the park. But that last song... It was something else. You could feel the emotion in every note."
Fabrizio's heart swelled with gratitude at their words. He glanced around the table, taking in each smiling face, each supportive gaze. "Thanks, everyone," he said, his voice tinged with emotion. "I couldn't have done it without all of you."
Nanako, who had been quietly observing the conversation, finally spoke up. "That last song... It was really special," she remarked, her tone soft but sincere. "You could feel the emotion in the room. It was like... like you were singing straight from the heart."
Fabrizio's cheeks flushed with warmth at Nanako's words. He had poured his heart and soul into that final song, and to know that it had resonated with the audience meant more to him than words could express.
As the conversation continued, Fabrizio couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him. He was surrounded by friends who believed in him, who supported him, and for that, he was truly grateful. Tonight had been a night to remember, and he knew he wouldn't soon forget the love and camaraderie he felt in that moment.
After a round of drinks, the group continued to chat and laugh, enjoying each other's company as they soaked in the atmosphere of the club. As the night wore on and the clock struck 3:00 a.m., it was time to bid farewell to the lively ambiance of the club.
Tuesday Morning, 27th of April 2010 - Naha
Shinji, Mai, Yukina, and Yukari were now thoroughly intoxicated, their laughter echoing through the club as they stumbled out the door.
Hiroto leaned in close to Fabrizio, his words slightly slurred from the alcohol. "I'm gonna crash at Hana-chan's place tonight," he announced with a grin.
Fabrizio nodded understandingly, offering a warm farewell to his departing friend. "Take care, Hiroto-kun. See you soon."
As Hiroto and Hana made their way out, Fabrizio turned to Nanako with a smile. "And then there were two," he remarked playfully. "Shall we call it a night and head home?"
Nanako chuckled at Fabrizio's comment, nodding in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. Let's go."
As they strolled through the quiet streets of Naha, Nanako broke the silence, offering her heartfelt congratulations to Fabrizio once more for his moving performance. "That song you wrote tonight was beautiful," she said softly. "When did you write it?"
Fabrizio smiled gratefully at Nanako's words, the weight of the night's emotions still heavy on his shoulders. "Thank you, Nanako-chan," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I actually started writing it during Clara's stay in the hospital."
Nanako's eyes widened with understanding as she listened intently. "During her hospital stay? Why?"
Fabrizio's gaze softened, his thoughts drifting back to that tumultuous time. "At first, it was meant to be a love song—a way to console Clara as she recovered from her fall," he explained. "But then... things took a turn for the worse."
Nanako remained silent as Fabrizio's words trailed off, sensing the weight of the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. Sensing her silent support, Fabrizio took a deep breath, steeling himself to revisit the painful moments of Clara's illness.
April 2009 - Saint'Anne and Saint Sebastian Hospital
In the dimly lit hospital room, Fabrizio sat on the small armchair, his pen hovering over the notepad as he scribbled down lyrics. The soft hum of the machines filled the air, casting a somber atmosphere over the room. Clara lay in the hospital bed, her eyes flickering with curiosity as she watched Fabrizio's movements.
"What are you doing over there?" Clara's voice broke the silence, drawing Fabrizio's attention away from his writing.
Quickly, Fabrizio attempted to conceal the notepad, but Clara's keen eyes caught the motion. She arched an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Nothing," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Clara chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Don't try to fool me, Fabrì," she teased. "I know you too well. You're writing a song, aren't you?"
A playful pout formed on Fabrizio's lips as he relented, unable to resist Clara's insight. ""I can't hide anything from you, eh nennè?" he admitted with a grin.
Clara's smile widened as she reached out to gently nudge Fabrizio's arm. "Well, let me hear it then," she urged, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
With a soft chuckle, Fabrizio relented, flipping open the notepad to reveal the lyrics he had penned. "Actually, I've only just started," he confessed, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. "I only have the chorus ready."
As Fabrizio prepared to sing, a sudden knock on the door of the hospital room startled both him and Clara. They exchanged a puzzled glance before Clara called out, "Come in."
The door creaked open, and the doctor entered, his expression grave and solemn. Fabrizio's heart skipped a beat as he watched the doctor's approach, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. "Is everything alright, Doctor?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
The doctor paused, his gaze shifting between Fabrizio and Clara before finally speaking. "I'm afraid we have some troubling news," he began, his tone somber. "We've received the results of Clara's tests, and it appears that her condition is more serious than we initially thought."
Fabrizio felt the blood drain from his face as the weight of the doctor's words sank in. Beside him, Clara's hand tightened around his own, her expression a mix of apprehension and determination. "What do you mean?" Fabrizio asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly as he met Fabrizio's gaze. "It seems that Clara's illness has progressed more rapidly than we anticipated," he explained gently. "We'll need to run further tests and discuss treatment options, but I wanted to prepare you both for the road ahead."
A heavy silence settled over the room as Fabrizio absorbed the doctor's words, his mind racing with fear and uncertainty. Beside him, Clara squeezed his hand reassuringly, her eyes reflecting a quiet resolve. Despite the daunting challenges that lay ahead, they would face them together, drawing strength from each other's love and support.
As time passed, Fabrizio and Clara oscillated between hope and despair, their lives consumed by the pursuit of an awaited answers that seemed to elude them at every turn. Their days were filled with whispered conversations, stolen moments of laughter, and the quiet strumming of guitars as they sought solace in music's embrace.
One fateful day, as a storm raged outside, Fabrizio and Clara found themselves lost in the music, their voices blending together in harmony as they sang one of Clara's favorite songs. The room was filled with the warmth of their love, a brief respite from the storm that raged beyond the hospital walls. But then, they were interrupted by the doctor and Clara's parents, bearing heavy news.
"What's happening?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear as he turned to face the doctor. Clara's mother enveloped him in a tight embrace, her silent tears mingling with the rain that soaked her clothes. It was a gesture of comfort and sorrow, a wordless acknowledgment of the anguish that gripped them all.
Finally, the doctor spoke, his voice heavy with regret as he delivered the crushing blow that shattered their fragile hopes. "Clara's condition has taken a turn for the worse," he explained, his words weighed down by the weight of their collective grief. "We've conducted further tests, but we're unable to determine the exact nature of her illness. It appears to be terminal, and there's little more we can do."
Fabrizio felt the world tilt on its axis as the doctor's words washed over him, a wave of anguish crashing over him with devastating force. The unknown illness that ravaged Clara's body seemed to mock their desperate prayers for a miracle, leaving them grappling with a sense of helplessness and despair.
In that moment of despair, Fabrizio clung to Clara's hand with a fierce determination, his heart aching with the knowledge that their time together was slipping away like sand through an hourglass. But amidst the storm of uncertainty that raged around them, he vowed to remain by her side, offering whatever solace and comfort he could as they faced the darkest of nights together.
As the months passed by, Fabrizio and Clara found themselves caught in a relentless cycle of going through the corridors of countless hospitals, seeking answers from doctors and specialists, clinging to the fragile thread of hope that promised to lead them out of the darkness.
But despite the looming specter of Clara's illness, they refused to surrender to despair. Instead, they seized each precious moment with an intensity that bordered on desperation, filling their days with laughter, music, and stolen moments of joy. They wandered hand in hand through sun-dappled parks, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves as they chased fleeting moments of normalcy in a world that seemed intent on tearing them apart.
But Clara's health continued to deteriorate, their moments of respite grew scarce, replaced by the relentless march of hospital visits and medical treatments. With each passing day, Clara's strength waned, her once vibrant spirit dimming beneath the weight of her illness.
One fateful day, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across the hospital room, Fabrizio found himself at Clara's bedside, his heart heavy with the weight of impending loss. He watched as Clara lay strapped to the ECG machine, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her eyes filled with a quiet resignation.
Unable to bear the sight of her suffering, Fabrizio buried his face in Clara's chest, his tears mingling with the soft fabric of her hospital gown. "I'm so sorry, Clara," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I would give anything to take away your pain, to make you whole again."
But Clara simply reached out and gently stroked his hair, her touch a balm to his wounded soul. "Don't blame yourself, Fabrizio," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "We've fought so hard, and I wouldn't trade a single moment we've shared together for anything in this world."
In that moment, as they clung to each other amidst the stark confines of the hospital room, Fabrizio vowed to treasure every precious moment they had left, to hold onto their love with a fierce determination that defied the cruel hand of fate. For in Clara's embrace, he found solace, strength, and the unshakeable certainty that their love would endure, even in the face of the darkest of nights.
As the memories of the past faded into the recesses of his mind, Fabrizio found himself once again in the present, the weight of the memories heavy upon his heart.
"Then, what happened?" Nanako asked.
He took a deep breath, his gaze meeting Nanako's as she waited patiently for his response.
"When Clara passed away..." Fabrizio began, his voice thick with emotion. "It was a bittersweet moment, filled with both sorrow and a strange sense of peace."
He recounted the final moments he shared with Clara, her smile illuminating the darkness of the hospital room as she whispered her final words of love and affection. He spoke of her unwavering strength and courage, her determination to leave behind a legacy of love and light even as she faced the inevitable.
"And then, as she closed her eyes for the final time, I promised her that I would finish the song," Fabrizio continued, his voice trembling with emotion. "That I would share it with the world, as she had always wanted."
Nanako listened intently, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and admiration. "You kept your promise," she said softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Fabrizio's arm. "And I have no doubt that Clara-chan would be so proud of you."
Fabrizio nodded, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I hope so," he murmured, his thoughts drifting back to the memories of his beloved Clara. "I like to think that she's watching over me, cheering me on from wherever she is."
As they entered the flowery courtyard of their apartment building, they found themselves once again under the comforting glow of the building's lights, the cool night air a welcome reprieve from the heaviness of their memories.
"Thank you, Fabrizio-kun," Nanako said softly, her voice carrying a note of gratitude. "For finishing the story tonight. You didn't even realize it."
Fabrizio paused, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "Oh, now that you mention it, you're right!" he exclaimed, a chuckle escaping him. "I guess I did, didn't I?"
Their laughter mingled with the gentle night breeze, the shared moment easing the tension that had settled between them. As they reached the courtyard of their apartment building, the familiar surroundings offered a sense of comfort and security.
"It was my pleasure," Fabrizio said sincerely, his gaze meeting Nanako's. "And hey, if you ever want to come up to the balcony, watch the stars, and talk about Clara again, you just need to knock, okay?"
Nanako's eyes sparkled with appreciation, touched by Fabrizio's offer. "Thank you," she replied softly, a warm smile spreading across her face. "I'll keep that in mind."
With a final exchange of goodnights, Nanako and Fabrizio parted ways, each retreating to their own apartments. As they disappeared from view, the night enveloped them in its quiet embrace, a reminder of the newfound connection they shared, bound by memories and the promise of shared moments yet to come.
Glossary
Nennè: Romantic Neapolitan way to say "Girl"