Rafael Alcántara was also living his dream.

That is what he was thinking about, sat in his favorite chair of his small tattoo shop. He had several tattoos to draw for customers, who were waiting to receive a text from him announcing that the tattoo was drawn and that he wanted feedback on it. But today, he was not really focused.  For some reasons, all he could think about was how lucky he was to be a tattoo artist. His parents had laughed when he had told them about this project. His brother and sister were worried for him; they believed in him but they were scared to see their brother ending up disappointed. Maybe that’s what gave him the strength to make it, to realize his dream. Now, everyone was proud of him, but he was the proudest. Because he knew how complicated it had been, and how magical it was to do his dream job.

Rafael had to come back to reality when he heard the door, and a man entered, a big smile plastered on his face.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” Rafael asked, putting his professional mask on.

“Good morning, I, uh, I would like to get a tattoo.”

“You’re in the right place,” Rafael smiled, and the man laughed.

“Great.”

“Do you have any particular idea?”

“Yes, actually. You do know Marc-André Ter Stegen, right?”

“Of course,” Rafael nodded, taking a paper and a pen to write what his new customer wanted.

“He has a painting of…” the man started, taking his phone from his pocket and looking at it while talking. “...of Camp Nou,” he finished, showing the screen to Rafael.

Rafael nodded again. He knew this painting, it was one of his favorite. The colors were incredible.

“That’s what I want,” concluded the man with a smile, and Rafael raised his eyebrow.

“Oh, okay! I see. But...I’m pretty sure that we need a permission of some sort to do that. I mean, it’s not my masterpiece, and I would not take the risk to do something that Marc-André would not want me to do.”

“Oh…” the man said, clearly disappointed.

Rafael bit his lip, trying to think fast to find a solution. He could not let the man down like that. He was a tattoo artist, his job was to make people’s dream happen, not to crash them.

“I can ask him.”

“You can?” the man asked, surprised, and actually, Rafael was as surprised. He did not why he said that. He just did.

“I can. And I will. If you want that tattoo, I will.”