I looked at her with so much irritation. That shut her up. Good.
"And lastly, Zeira. The guitarist." She pointed at an emotionless girl.
The girl looked at me and stared.
I smirked. I like her.
"This is Wynther Clemenceau. He is our bassist!" she introduced me.
She nudged me when I just looked at them.
"Say hi to them, Wyn!"
She didn't give up until I greeted them, but I stayed silent and kept ignoring her.
She was really full of energy.
When I glared at her, she finally stopped pestering me.
She is so fucking annoying. Argh!
"So, dahil kilala niyo na ang isa't isa. Let's practice!" she said, full of energy.
"Why the rush? Kakabuo lang ng banda natin kahapon, Kaneesha," El asked.
"Well, two months from now, magpe-perform tayo sa festival. We will do our first-ever concert there! So, we really need to practice until then."
"What?!"
Fuck. She's crazy. She really is.
"Wynther, can you give this to Kaneesha?" a teacher called me and handed me a CD. It was a song from a very popular band.
Kumunot ang noo ko.
"Hinihiram 'yan ni Kaneesha. She said it's for reference for the song that you'll be playing at the festival."
I nodded and took the CD.
I walked toward our classroom to look for her, but she wasn't there.
"El, where's the Psycho?"
He looked at me.
"Psycho?" he asked, looking so confused.
"The girl who's so obsessed with music."
"Oh! Si Kaneesha ba? Tignan mo sa rooftop. Lagi siyang pumupunta don tuwing lunch break," he said when he understood who I was talking about.
I just nodded and went to the rooftop.
When I got there, a gust of hot breeze passed.
I looked at the woman standing five meters away from me. The wind was blowing her short brown hair. She was looking at the sky while wearing headphones, looking so lost and serious at the same time. I shivered at the sight I was seeing. I just realized how beautiful she was.
My heart wouldn't stop beating so fast and loud. It felt like it was going to burst out of my ribcage.
I knew I needed to run before it turned into something crazy, but I couldn't find the strength to take a step back.
I just stood there, mesmerized by the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.
Another gust of wind passed.
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Strings of Memory
Teen Fiction"Hating the one thing you love is a pain worse than losing it." - Wynther Fynne Clemenceau Wynther never had a dream-until he heard his father play the bass. In that moment, music became his purpose, his passion, his future. He dreamed of standing o...
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