Journey, In viaggio col dolore




11. MY JOURNEY WITH PAIN. "A change is gonna come."

In the meantime, tourism on the French Riviera had changed a lot. There was a crisis in the holiday sector, so work in the Hotel Casino decreased significantly for everyone.
My manager moved me to sing in Nice in a club on the Promenade des Anglais, which had the piano-bar restaurant with live music on the ground floor and the disco with DJs and live music on the first floor. It had 25 musician employees and kept closed 3 hours on 24, from 4 to 7 in the morning. My manager told me to put on comfortable shoes because I would work many hours with a singer-pianist named François. He had a reputation for being very good and was the son-in-law of the restaurant owner, an Italian.
 
On our first date to meet us, I arrived late. For some time, my car was giving me up on the street, electrical circuits with problems. A delay of 10 minutes did not give a good impression. He offered me a coffee, which I accepted mostly for education. And he looked me straight in the eye. They were very blue. I don't remember what he said, but looking directly at me was to look at me in depth. I held her gaze. 
Then we talked a little about the repertoire.
With pleasure, I noticed that we had very similar tastes! And then he offered to help me with the car.
 
Between François and me, it was at first glance, affinity, and sympathy, on a professional and human level. The restaurant owner was an Italian of a certain age who loved to joke, was youthful and kind, as was his daughter, who was François' wife. Honestly, at that moment, it did me a lot of good to be among compatriots. They called me 'Maria' and I felt a little ... adopted!
 
François immediately told me to buy me a radio microphone to give value to my voice and that there was no need to wear sequined dresses. (Those were imposed on me by the hotel manager.) He told me to dress Italian.
 
 
François is one of the best memories I have of my whole French adventure. A man of few words, very polite, refined, 'the man of the South Italy' in his maximum expression. And I had a beautiful example of this in my family with my beloved grandfather Michelangelo. François reminded me of him very much in his noble essence. He was half Sicilian and half Algerian, so for the racist French, he was a 'pied-noir,' a 'terrone.' We were in tune in many professional and human terrains, in addition to Sicilian blood. He too - who sang very well! - did not stop improving and studied singing. It was pure talent. I was also delighted with the way he accompanied me with keyboards and piano. His esteem and respect for me were evident. Beyond being man and woman, they were from person to person.
 
After Pascal's lies, envy and devaluation at the Hotel, and the severe physical pain I had suffered, a period of joy, serenity, and professional satisfaction was looming for me!
 
 
 
 
'There are people, moments, breaths, glances, smells, skies, and smiles that fit together precisely in that point of the heart where they must fit together. And there is no more perfect chord and music. "
Fabrizio Caramagna
 
 
 TINA TURNER & ROBERT CRAY 'A CHANGE IS GONNA COME' IN THE VIDEO ON THE SIDE
 
 
 
'There been times when I thought I couldn't last for long'
But now I think I'm able to carry on'
It's been a long, been a long time coming'
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will.'
Sam Cooke
 
 
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