Finale

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FINALE

A L T H I R A

This is it, ngayon na ang launching ng bagong kanta naming. At nasa MOA kami ngayon para sa concert ni Zylina sa kanta namin.

“Guys, this is the best song ever. You know that?” sabi ni Zylina. Napangiti ako.

“How?”

“Because this song comes from our heart.”

“This is the lyrics of our heart.” Nakangiti kong sambit. Nag-group hug kami. Walang pakealam si Zylina kahit pa magulo ang damit niya. Ang dami kong natutunan sa project naming ito. Naging open sila at kinwento nila ang love story nila kahit pa bago pa lang kaming  magkakakilala.

“Because this is the lyrics of our heart.” We giggled in chorus.

“Don’t worry. Marami pa tayong kantang gagawin. Sabi sa akin ng producer ko na malaki daw ang possibility na kayo ulit ang kunin niya para sa susunod kong kanta.”

Namilogang mata naming dalawa ni Yaxi. “Talaga?”

“Yes!”

“Zylina, get ready you’re now on air,” sabi ng isang staff.

She looked at us full of confidence. “This is it.”

Lumabas na siya ng stage at nagsimula ng kumanta.

“I'm a laid back t-shirt, blue jean, mood ring kinda girl
Hey, yeah, what's a word on you? Lay low,
I'm a mission rebel, angel devil Little left of the middle
Sometimes I get temperamental  Here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it's all the range Get a look on the inside
What you get is what you see Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me
I'm poetry, complicated, simply stated
Hey, yeah, baby, how about you? I was born free
I'm a cell phone hippie, are you with me?
When I mess up, I don't get up I just get down to you 
Here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it's all the range Get a look on the inside
What you get is what you see Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me
It's raining on Sunday, there's nothing on TV
Yesterday was lonely, you're the only one who gets me
My mind is like an island drifting through the ocean
I can't stop thinking about you
I bet you're thinking of me too  But here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it's all the range Get a look on the inside
What you get is what you see Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me, yeah 
Here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it's all the range Get a look on the inside
What you get is what you see Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me.”

Because my man holds the key to the diary of me. My man is the one and only lyrics of my heart. 

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