Getting dressed for the day ahead

While you were still in bed you didn't feel that tired even after a sleepless night and a foursome, but getting up it all fell over your shoulders: it's so weird feeling both like shit and so, so happy!

Like, at peace with everything, and enjoying every moment. That's the effect staying with your girlfriend has, she is your happiness source.

You showered, brushed teeth, got dressed, all the usual things with nothing special happening, besides her being at moments more lively and others quieter, you guess because of being anxious for the upcoming show. She chose a casual look, since there was no need to dress fancy because she was going to get in lingerie and the iconic VS show backstage robe soon anyway.

A grey sweater-shirt, grey pants (you joked with her saying they seemed like pj pants), black shoes with not so high heels, all covered by a long black coat, similar to mine even if less heavy.

She had also a pair of sunglasses, and her hair were on a high loose queue on the top. You were going to work you had to wear appropriately, the elegant black designer clothes and pants over a deep red suit, black tie (knot by her, obviously, because if you had to instead you'd have probably strangled yourself before getting it right...), long coat and your SIG.

If you are wondering, yes, she chose and bought you look as in the previous days, adding the red colour touch of the shirt because she knew you'd have gone black on black on black.

You were out already and about to get in the elevator, when she suddenly realised she forgot something so we immediately run back: it was her headphones, not the small ones to put inside the hears, the big ones like a headband.

You didn't ask her anything or comment, but your girl red on your face the surprise on seeing her so worried to leave without them, so she explained that her own way of calming down and focus before walking an important show like VS was to isolate herself from anything else and listen to her music, it's almost like a ritual for her, along with her little prayer with the cross sign she always does before walking.

Now ready, you went down to have a quick coffee to the hotel's bar, if you can call coffee that piss flavoured French thing... (yes being Italian you're cursed to only like coffee made by you, or your mom/wife, and girlfriend in your case, but that's a cultural phenomenon so nothing you can do about that anyway).

You had to leave soon and there would have been breakfast backstage at the Grand Palais (the show location), so you left after the (unsatisfying) beverage.