Marie’s Excellent Adventure ~ Piero ~ The Final Chapter

You know, the whole day before your life changes forever, it’s just an ordinary day.

Here is what started that next day (Grab a cup of tea. Pull up a chair. This is going to take a while.)

After seeing that hotel room view (Chap. 3) and thinking there was a possibility that The Boys really were just above me, I noticed the gym was merely 10 steps from my door. I took that as an omen. I know the Boys work out mornings. I got up at 6:30 a.m., threw on a t-shirt, sweat shorts and tennis shoes (no makeup – hair, well bad) and headed for the gym. No one there – Left.

7:00 – no one in the gym.
7:30 – no one in the gym.
8:00 – Two guys in the corner. Neither looked familiar.

I figured The Boys took off the night before if they were ever really there at all. I had been either sitting in a car or sitting at a concert for the better part of two weeks. At home I walk everyday. I was stiff and crampy so I hopped on a treadmill. Within five minutes someone jumped on the one beside mine. IT WAS PIERO!

Even writing that made my heart thump!

I took a deep breath and wondered why, since the place was almost empty and there were plenty of machines, he hopped on one less than six inches away. I vowed not to do a fan thing and just kept walking. He immediately said, “I see you.” I said, “Yeah? Well, I saw you too.” He laughed. I made Piero laugh! I will never forget that exchange! At this point I was walking to the pace of, “Oh Boy, Oh Boy, pause. Oh Boy, Oh Boy.”

Later, when I got back to my room I immediately wrote down everything I could remember. Michele made me run it all by her, word for word, in case I remembered more. Thanks Michele! I wrote a few more notes on a couple of envelopes in my purse in the car.

Here’s what I remember:

I told him I enjoyed the concert last night. He must have been in a chatty mood ’cause he kept talking. He asked what my favorite part of the concert was. I told him “everything” (my momma didn’t raise no fool!). I did say that I really liked the solo’s and the new Caruso arrangement. I asked him what his favorite part was. He said the big orchestra and the really nice indoor theater. He asked what I didn’t like. I told him the only thing I didn’t like was not being able to take pictures. He said that it was not their request, it was a rule of the theater. I asked him what he didn’t like. He honestly told me a few things. Think I’ll keep them to myself.

I had an easier time remaining sane then you might think. My nervous energy was lessened by the fact that I was on a treadmill the entire time. However, about this time I had a thought – “I can’t believe you’re walking beside me talking like a normal person when last night 4,000 people were screaming your name.” That made me pretty nervous and I tried not to think those thoughts again!

I asked him if there were sound problems last night. I said I thought I saw Ignazio giving hand signals to the sound guy. He agreed and said that it was only in the beginning of the show though.

I told him I thought I saw him drinking more water than usual during the performance. He said, “Not really. When I do this a lot. I need much water.” It’s hard to describe what he did, but he opened his mouth and made a hard whooshing sound out of his mouth and nose at the same time. I don’t think the average person could do this with such amazing force! He showed me this several times in a row. I said that I could see how it would make his mouth and throat dry. He said it did. He then told me that his solo “No Puede Ser” was the hardest song he ever sang.

Piero said he was glad they had two days off and could get some “good sleep.” I told him I thought his voice was sounding a little tired this morning. He said, “No, I always sound like Barry White in the morning.” Wouldn’t you love for me to say he serenaded me with a Barry White tune right then and there? He didn’t. Hey, a girl can only get so lucky and I was currently thanking my lucky stars, God, my parents, his parents, the treadmill manufacturer and everyone and everything within a hundred mile radius! All I said was, “that’s not a very bad thing, Piero.” He laughed again!

He asked how many concerts I had been to. I told him four. He asked which ones. I said Vienna, Virginia first. He said, “Oh yes, rain at first.” We talked a little about Sterling Heights and Elgin, but I don’t recall what was said. I know he talked about them being outdoors. I told him that last night was my last concert. He said he had 3 more concerts in the U.S. and Canada. I asked if he then would get to go home. He said no, they will leave the U.S. and go to… He has a heavy Italian accent you know and I had trouble understanding the word “Cannes.” At one point I said, “Canada?” He said, “No Cannes. Kah-inn-zzz.” I got it. I asked when he would get home. He said not until July 6th or 8th. I had another thought here. “I’m awake, right? No one is going to believe this. Not even me!”

He asked where I lived. I told him Ohio. He said, “I know Ohio,” but looked doubtful. I said, “You’ve been to Cleveland Ohio.” He said, “Oh Yes.” I could see the light go on in his eyes.

Keep in mind we were side by side this whole time. I’m still walking and he’s started some serious running. I wanted a brief full body view, so I slid back a little on the treadmill. My sneaker hit the side and made a squeaking noise. He grabbed my upper arm and said, “be very careful.” I said, “Thank you. I can’t believe you’re running so fast and still talking.” He said, “I run like this every morning.”

I noted the timer on my treadmill said 30.58 minutes.

Piero soon stopped running and talking (darn). He got on some leg machine behind me. I was still walking and trying hard to remember every word of our conversation. Pretty soon I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around and it was Piero. He said, “Will you stop please? (WHAT?!!)  “Sure.” Of course, I couldn’t find the off switch and I pulled that plug people use to attach themselves to the machine (Michele is still laughing about that). He said,“Can I take a picture of your tattoo?” Ok, right then I thought I might get sick. He knew who I was! He could not have read the small tattoo on my ankle while I was walking on the treadmill! Now was my chance for proof of our meeting! I said, “Sure, if I can get my camera and take one of you.” He said, “sure”. He got down and took a couple of pictures. I flew to my room got my camera and called Michele.

When I returned he was back on the leg machine. He got up and asked me to join him in the picture. No make-up and dripping with sweat, I refused. He grabbed a barbel and posed for these:

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After I took those two pictures do you know what he said? “Is that enough?” What a man! Then I said, “Piero, I’m with the Flight Crew.” He said, “I know.” (Oh yes he did!) I said, “then you know I will probably write about this.” He said, “Yes, certainly.”

I got back on the treadmill. Pretty soon, tap-tap again! (Swear to God!) This time I was sure he was going to invite me aboard that big black bus headed for Italy. I know there’s water. I would paddle! I pulled the plug (stop it Michele) and got down. He took my right hand in both of his and said, “I’m happy you enjoyed the concerts. I hope I see you again next year.” I said, “Oh, you will!”

He put his towel around his neck, picked up his water bottle and went out the door. I don’t know how long I stood there staring at the door wearing a t-shirt that I hoped was wet from sweat and not drool or tears.

My Dear Piero,

If by chance you’re reading this and I now think there’s a good chance you are, I tried to tell this as accurately as I could. I hope you agree.

You are not only in possession of one of the three greatest voices alive, but you are one of the nicest people I’ve met anywhere. You have surely raised my expectations of you. Next year and the year after that and ten years after that, after you receive much more deserved notoriety, I expect you to be as honest and real with as much kindness and grace as you showed me on that most unforgettable morning.

Sincerely,
Marie

Yeah, the day before was so ordinary.

82 thoughts on “Marie’s Excellent Adventure ~ Piero ~ The Final Chapter”

  1. Even though I have been called a duck, a goose, a kindergarten teacher and The Pied Piper I have had a blast with this post and all of you. Thank you all so much!

    Loved what you said so eloquently Lynn, Thanks.

    My next conversation will be with Ignazio. No, that’s a lie. Couldn’t do that! I’ll leave that to one of you behind me!

  2. Marie… I had a nice, long post to you and lost it when I left it to look something up!!!So this one will be shorter; but I really just wanted to say, YOU DO NOT DISAPPOINT!!! What terrific Excellent Adventures you had, and it was such a pleasure to read all 4 of them!
    I still can’t believe that you got to spend half an hour with Piero., I’m so happy that he was so kind and chatty! I was so impressed with the way all 3 of The Boys treated you…And I know they’ll call you by name the next time they see you! What a thrill!!!
    You wrote the sweetest things about Gian, and that really touched my heart. I got so little time with him…just a golden moment, so I’m pleased to hear that he is every bit as kind, sweet, and considerate as I knew he must be, as are all Our Boys!
    Thank you, dear Marie, for giving me so many moments of sheer delight over the months that we have been on this site. Please don’t ever stop blogging!!

  3. Helen! So good to hear from you. Helen I try to pretend to be cool when I’m with them. If one of them calls me by name I’ll faint! So that will blow my cool.

    You and many others have said that my encounters reaffirm your thoughts about the Boys. I guess it’s just hard to believe that they really are all that and can sing too!

    AS long as you and the others are here I’ll never stop blogging!

  4. Wow, what a great experience you had, and what a wonderful story you wrote.
    To think I could have been there with you and changed my mind. I will regret it for a long time. Love Piero and his wonderful voice.

  5. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had a chance to come back and comment again! I have re-read this several several times and it’s just as incredible on the fifth read as it was on the first read! Yes, I am EXTREMELY envious, but at the same time I’m ECSTATIC for you, Captain Crider, that you had such an amazing encounter! I really hope Il Volo makes Cleveland a stop on their next tour (maybe they will now that you mentioned it to Piero!) because I want to hear them in person SO badly, and becuase I would love to be able to actually meet you as well. Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful story with everyone. I’ve seen links to it posted by both All About Il Volo AND Il Volo Mundial Official! I hope if I ever meet them, I will have at least a fraction of the time you had with Piero and a fraction of your calm as well!

    [Now excuse me while I go throw a temper tantrum in a corner because it wasn’t me who got to spend that over 30:58 with Piero.]

    1. Isabel my dear, your day will come of that I am certain. if for nothing else you are younger than a most of us, so time is on your side. For example: this very month I will turn yet one more year OLDER than you…see what I mean? I bet you will get to tell us your wonderful adventure of swooning over IL VOLO someday. You might even end up with a story even more amazing than Marie’s ( my brain cannot even begin to imagine it) I feared I would not get to hear them and yet I did and more this summer. It will happen.

      1. Pirate, you are an instigator. You were the one who tried to convince Isabel to try and steal my poetry crown. Now, you sly one, you’re “trolling” for stories more amazing than mine. Watch it! I will sink your ship and have your parrot for dinner!

  6. Marie, what a great story! I am truly envious. Piero seems so warm and genuine that it is difficult not to love him, even though from afar. Keep up the good work on the blog for all Ilvolovers. We really appreciate all you do!

  7. It was so very enjoyable and exciting reading of all your experiences. Your last chapter is really what dreams are made of. Thank you for giving me a better insight into just how kind Piero can be, good to see how people orientated they still are.
    Marie you are lucky that the treadmill did not have a Heart Rate monitor attached! The result of that would have given the game away to Piero for sure!
    I predict that next year we will be reading about close encounters of this kind with the man with the dimples and that beautiful voice.

  8. I am so jealous. What a great story. I hate to exercise, tread mill, etc. But if it meant chatting with Piero like you did Marie, then I would get my chubby butt out there in a heartbeat. Again, I’m so jealous.

    Oh, interesting fact that he told you No Puedo Sur was the hardest song to sing. It seemed to me it was the hardest, but it’s the most opera like.

    1. Thanks Barbara. After he told me that I listened to No Puedo Sur on one of the videos. I nodded my head through the whole piece. When he held those unbelievable long notes, I could only imagine what it took to do that!

      1. Piero makes holding those notes in No Puedo Sur look so easy…for him!
        I still wish you could have been filming this little conversation, I still wish I could hear that whoosing noise….mostly I wish I could have been a mouse in the corner ( or better yet, a pirate in a nearby corridor!)

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