I went to the nightclub. I'd already decided to go back in July, when I was on vacation at the beach. But Rome is different. Wait—it's two completely different things. At the beach, I wanted to go to the nightclub because everyone kept talking about going to the nightclub. I love staying out late and I never want to get home before midnight. But they're crazy because they meet up to go to the nightclub at midnight, and the place doesn't even open until one. I'm not crazy. So I made up an excuse not to go. But first I went into Ylenia and Tatiana's shop and said: I want to buy myself a nice dress, with sparkles, to wear to the nightclub. I hadn't told my mom anything. Ylenia and Tatiana gave me the dress and when my mom showed up—because at Castiglion della Pescaia I walk around completely on my own—she paid for it. Lucky for me, because I didn't have a single euro.
When I told Ylenia and Tatiana I wanted to go to the nightclub, they said they'd be happy to take me. Ylenia is even the girlfriend of the owner. They asked if I was afraid of the music being so loud, and I said I didn't know. In Rome there are nightclubs that open early, not like at Castiglion della Pescaia. I went at eight-thirty. But parents can't go inside. Not even at Castiglion della Pescaia can they.
I got the idea to go to the nightclub because Elia goes there. I really like him and he likes me—he's always kind to me. He lives in Brescia and has a sister. At the beach nightclub I wanted to go with him too. But I'm going next summer: I promise. In Rome I had so much fun at the nightclub, but if Elia had been there it would have been so much better. I talked with Giovanni, who goes to my school at the hotel institute, and with Chiara, who introduced me to her friends because I didn't know anyone. I didn't know the songs, but it didn't matter. The important thing is I had fun. Then I fell asleep in the car.