Letters For Him

Nine

Araw na ngayon ng performance niyo. I didn't pray na manalo tayo, but I prayed na sana magenjoy kayo. Umaga palang nasa school na daw kayo, kaming mga artist chill lang. Dumating ako ng exactly 7:15 a.m., five minutes before the bell rings. Nandun na kayong lahat sa room pawis na pawis sa practice, and I see you in the corner. You're just looking on the floor parang ang lalim ng iniisip mo. I just shrug it away baka kasi pinagiisipan mo kung kailan ka magsasalita, especially sa akin. At exactly 10 am bumaba na kayo well kami na mga artist? Hindi pa. We just take a sit at the floor and have a chit chat. After half an minute, we all decided na bumaba na dahil malapit na magsimula. We get ourselves a chair and watch each and very performer dance gracefully, but what caught us unexpectedly is, the performance of Class Rose parehang parehas sila sa atin. Every move and steps. We felt betrayed, and when it's our turn para kayong sinakluban ng langit at lupa. We didn't win and they did. All of our efforts sa props, sa costumes, sa time nawalan ng saysay. And you know what caught me the most? Is you. You were there smiling as if no one just get betrayed. You were there participating as if every piece of that information never did exist.