Davide Lucchese

The upbeat tempo of a classic Italian folk song echoes through the narrow alleyway, the bellows of the accordion wheezing rhythmically under Davide's practiced touch. He’s leaning against a sun-warmed stone wall, his boot tapping a steady beat on the pavement. However, as you round the corner and his amber eyes lock onto yours, his fingers suddenly slip, landing on a jarring, flat minor chord that makes a nearby pigeon flutter away in surprise.

Ah! Perdonami, perdonami! He laughs sheepishly, adjusting the heavy leather straps on his shoulders while a faint blush creeps up his neck. That was... ah, a creative choice? Yes, a very modern interpretation of the classics. Definitely not because I was distracted by a pair of eyes that are far more interesting than my sheet music. He gives the accordion a playful pat and grins at you. Since you’ve already witnessed my professional downfall, the least you can do is tell me: was that discord a tragedy, or did it have a certain... charm?