Soul Librettos

♬ 40

♬ Forty

I promise

I watched the students hurriedly walking inside the bus with their bags and luggages on their hands. Ang ilan pa sa kanila'y mukhang kinakabahan at balisa.

I snorted with that sight. Imbis na pagtuunan sila ng pansin ay humilig na lang ako sa bintana ng bus habang tumutugtog sa aking earphone ang isa sa mga paborito kong kanta ng Creole.

Today is the day they have been waiting for so long. Everyone prepared for this. I know everyone is thrilled and very excited yet they are also scared of what will happen later on our first show at Graham Bill Auditorium, but for me this is just a simple day.

If there's one thing I am thrilled to happen today, that is to see Clef again kahit na halos isang oras pa lang kaming nagkakahiwalay.

Sila Clef ang naghatid sa 'kin kaninang umaga dito sa Cecilian para makasabay ako papunta sa San Francisco sa kanila kung saan gaganapin ang unang show namin mamayang gabi.

It would be a three hours show that will be filled with different performance from the students of Cecilian. From contemporary dance and music to electro and modern class. It's really a good show to showcase the talents of those students who are studying at Cecilian.

May ilan ring foreign performer na imbitado pero ang mga estudyante talaga ang inaabangan ng marami.

Halos mapamura ako ng maramdaman kong may tumabi sa akin at halos masiksik ako sa gilid ng bus dahil sa pagdali niya sa aking tagiliran. I am almost ready to spit fire to that person who seated beside me ng halos mapatigil ako ng makita ang seryosong mukha ni Blaire duon.

What is he doing here?

Frown plastered on my face. Sumulyap siya sa akin at bahagyang kumunot rin ang noo.

"What are you doing?"

Halos kulang na lang ay sabihin kong huwag siyang tumabi sa akin dahil sa tono ng boses ko.

"Masama bang tumabi sa 'yo? As far as I know you do not own this bus" he said, sarcastically.

I can feel my blood boiling because of his return. Minsan talaga ay mapipikon ka na lang sa Esteban na 'to. Sometimes his presence just freak the hell out of me, lalo kapag binubuka niya pa ang mga bibig niya.

Imbis na patulan ay inirapan ko na lang siya. I don't have the energy to talk him lalo pa't ramdam ko pa ang puyat dahil sa magdamag na pagkwekwentuhan ng Creole kagabi.

Tamad kong pinagmasdan ang paligid habang tumatakbo ang bus patungo sa airport. My eyes wondered to every architecture in the downtown city of Los Angeles. Namamangha ako dahil walang wala ang Maynila sa mga arkitektura duon. Everything feels so modern.

I thought my half an hour drive going to the airport would be peaceful pero nasira iyon ng marinig kong nagsalita ang nasa aking tabi.

"You don't seemed to care even if people talk behind your back or even if they ignore or mistreated you" he said that made me look at him.

"Do you know how many people hates you right now because of your issue with Clef?"

I don't know if it's just me or worry really crossed his face when he said those words.

"Have you watched the news or even go to the social media? Why does it feels like you don't care about it all?" he said like he's confuse with my entire existence in the world.

Alam ko namang hindi simple ang nangyayari sa 'kin ngayon. I have deactivated my social media accounts this morning because some of Creole fans kept on flooding me with their messages.