One night with Nyoy.
I thought I’d be having a boring Sunday night last week. After the stressful adventures Gerald and I had that Saturday, I woke up with a serious hang-over and a series of shaking and perspiring moment. I opened my eyes and saw that I was inside my room and my head cracking and pounding like crazy. Suddenly, I remembered that we’ll be having a company party that night (Sunday). I was having second thoughts of going, number one because I have nothing to wear and second, I’m so tired to party and I would just like to doze and slumber on my bed the whole day. But I have to go because I will be certified… the fruit of my labor …my Yellow Belt project has finally seasoned.
And so I found myself that night, giggling with some friends, trying to enjoy the night. It wasn’t as enjoyable as before because there were less people especially those that I’m familiar with and heaven forgive me but really… the food didn’t taste good! It was such a waste considering the nice setting they had although it was a bit tiring because we had to sit on the floor since it was "arabian inspired" (and from what I know it’s the Japanese, Chinese and Koreans who doesn’t have chairs and has low tables.) Hah… wherever the idea came from… well at least the effort was there.
Anyway, despite the loopholes of the said party, I had come to enjoy it. The reason? NYOY VOLANTE! Not that I’m a fan (oops defensive =P), I’m just glad that it wasn’t a guest as cheezy as Jimmy Bondoc (good gracious!).
Well what really made his guesting special for me at least, is because I had the guts to come up to the stage and sing with him. It was just overwhelming for me because I haven’t sang for a long time.
I missed the crowd, the spotlight and the applause of audience who are delighted to hear me sing.
While singing with Nyoy, my highschool years flashed like a movie in my head. I missed singing. With my trainer Tita Luz, with HIMIG and with my band. The feeling is totally different when your up there. It’s like I’m on top of things.
Oh well… the dream that I had to let go. Practicality I guess. At some point singing broke my heart, but I would never give up on it. It would always remain…my first love.
