A/N: Hello, this is it for now..have fun!
CREDIT TO THE OWNER OF THE PHOTO AND VIDEO.
Song: If We Fall In Love by Yeng Constantino & RJ Jimenez
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GERALD’S POV
OPM Bar, that was the name of the bar located somewhere in the city of financial center of the Philippines – Makati. It was exactly quarter after seven when I arrived at the OPM Bar and to tell you the truth, it was my first time to go to such kind of place. It was a dark enclosed place, laser lights were illuminating the dance floor, and there was a stage in front where a live band was performing.
The night was still young but there were already a vast number of people inside, mainly young people like us, obviously. God! I don’t like this kind of environment! It’s crowded, noisy, loud…it’s just irritating!
If not for my two friends whom I haven’t seen since we graduated in high school, I won’t settle for this one.
“Bro!”, Fred stood up and waved at me as soon as I entered the bar.
Cool, they got the perfect spot -- corner and close to the fire exit. After watching all the horrible news before about some bars being caught on fire due to technical accidents or human error, I don’t think I can be able to trust this place.
“Good evening sir, welcome to OPM Bar!”, the bar tender shouted as he was mixing a drink for a customer sitting on a bar stool.
As soon as I reached my friends’ table, Matt & Fred gave me a bro-hug.
“Dude it’s been years! Wazz up!”, Fred welcomed me and the two of us seated comfortably as Matt headed to the bar to get some booze.
“Same old, same old”, I answered, stretching my neck by tilting my head to my left shoulder and to the right.
“Balita ko, you’re still in school..how come?”, Fred asked, placing both his elbows on the table while curiously waiting for my answer.
“Oo nga pare, okay naman na yung course mo before. Business Management was a good choice since you own a business in the U.S, at least kung ano man matutunan mo maa-aaply mo dun di ba? You can even pursue your Masters Degree over there”, Matt interfered as he handed the beers to us.
“I’m not even sure if I want to go back to the U.S, okay naman dito sa Pilipinas. Besides, I’m happy with Chemical Engineering”, I explained. Many of our classmates in high school together with Matt and Fred were now working at the banks, advertising companies, running their own businesses and even into politics.
“Baka naman si Granda ang may choice nyan”, Matt said which earned him a nudge from Fred. “How is she anyway?”, he continued.
“She’s fine, active sa yoga” I answered. I was drinking my beer when…
.“This song is dedicated to Papa Americano, let us give him a round of applause”, the performer announced, she was pointing and looking at our direction. The crowd’s attention diverted to us, making noise. Matt & Fred stood up, pulling my shirt. Man, it was embarrassing.
“Woooohhhh!!!”
“Yeahhhh!!”
“Papa Americano FTW!!!”
*whistle
*whistle
*whistle
The girl on the stage started singing. Good, because finally we were not the center of attention anymore.
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No Turning Back
Romance"I didn't choose you. I just took one look at you, and then -- there was just NO TURNING BACK" - Anonymous
