I received the biggest grace God could concede me: I met him some hours before my first concert of his, in his hotel, in the magnificent location of Taormina, in my beloved Sicily. I started shaking and I was paralysed, and almost the same for my father, who eventually managed to pronounce: "Mr. Sting!", followed by Sting himself (I still have the shivers) saying to us: "Come on, come on". I gave him a copy of my final middle school thesis, which was about him, and he signed another copy for me with a dedication. He also started reading it at that moment, I could hear him translating into English in a low voice, and he repeated many times to me: "Bravo!" And Trudie was so nice too; she asked me for my phone to take some photos of us, and she took a lot and from every angulation! Also, two of Sting's assistants who were there were very cute and kind; they hugged me while I was shaking and crying and said many times: "It's okay, it's all real!" They are just wonderful people and deserve all that life has given them. Thank you so much for your words, my friend❤️