Anyone who knows me knows: if there is a flashy event, music, lights and colors do not worry that Michael is there. The video that place, however, is an example not because I have not seen this live performance, but this performance seemed so tacky I was saying "put to me, put to me" and I had to indulge that little voice. These pre-Christmas days are hell, as every year: 7 days 7-walled shop, customers now have mistaken me for furniture. Not a pause, Cicchini halved during business hours (but doubled just stepped out of the shop) and above all no peace of mind, every little there is some customer who comes to ask the strangest things (by the way, I'll do a post with a list of strange things that have asked me, I hope are enough pages available to me), a material that disappears into chaos and destroy children everything when they get to shoot at the studio. I hope I survive all this, some day I'm repeating ad nauseum that Christmas should be more kind and patient, so hang on dear Michele and if you want something to hang the tree to make atmosphere trying to find something that is not a hooligan kid of 4 years.
