They didn't need to arrive. In the world of the song, the road was the destination, and as long as the playlist didn't end, they were exactly who they were supposed to be.
Pietro wasn’t a rockstar. He worked at a hardware store in Bergamo, but tonight, with the windows rolled down and the intro to blasting through blown-out speakers, he felt like the protagonist of a movie that hadn’t been cast yet. Pinguini Tattici Nucleari - Giovani Wannabe
The neon sign of the "Hotel Riviera" flickered, casting a rhythmic pink glow over the dented hood of Pietro’s 2005 Fiat Punto. Inside, the air smelled of stale tobacco and cheap energy drinks. They didn't need to arrive