The Mysterious Boy I Liked

We went to a new place for a competition,
Because we had to play our rendition.
We were invited to play.
And in a large room we had to stay.
As we wait, we practice and try,
To get ready, as the time passes by.

It was a busy and cold night.
I was there, sitting straight and uptight.
I was practicing to play my guitar for later,
So I observed my group fiddle with their instruments and chatter.
I got sleepy, so what I decided to do,
Was to eat candy to energize myself too.

And then, out of the blue,
Another group entered, looking professional and true.
But I didn't mind them while they stood tall.
I mean, we are getting ready for a competition after all.
Just then, the last person to enter caught my eye.
He was tall and handsome, so I said "Oh my!"

They sat at the other side of the room,
So I just strum my strings to just resume.
I couldn't help myself but glance.
He was very charming.
It is like I'm in a trance.
There was something about him that I couldn't stop thinking.

He had smile that could capture anyone's heart.
But I was unsure if I was a part.
The way he looked was so modest.
It was like I was going to a test.
When I least expected, he looked and smiled at me.
For a moment, I thought I was going crazy.

My heart raced and I heard it beating.
Oh gosh! What am I even feeling?
I smiled back at him and continued strumming my guitar,
While he played his double bass from afar.
The competition was about playing in a rondalla.
We were wearing our national costumes, and mine was a baro't saya.

From time to time, I would focus,
Because our mentor would remind us.
My attention would switch from him and the competition.
Because it was like he was my inspiration.
And I would just blush,
Because I think I might be having a crush.

When the time already came for them to play.
I couldn't help it, but feel dismayed.
Their group was already getting out of the room.
All I felt was just gloom.
He was the last person to go outside,
But before he can go, he looked at me and smiled.

He then waved a goodbye,
So I waved back to reply.
Our group was next after them, so we prepared.
All of us were novices and some of us were scared.
When their group started to smile and play,
We felt our fears fade away.

When I looked at the stage, he smiled at me.
My heart beats with their rhythm as I listened with glee.
When the competition was finished, their group won.
Our group encouraged themselves to do better at the next one.
My heart sank when we were about to go.
I couldn't help it, but feel sorrow.

We already lost the game.
And I didn't even have the chance to know his name.
When our bus passed by,
I noticed him from the window, waving goodbye.
I didn't have anything else to do,
So I smiled and waved a goodbye too.

My friends said they called him "Eyeliner."
Not one of us knows his identity for that matter.
I just wondered, "When will we meet again?"
I sighed and just grabbed my pen,
To write about my experience and story.
I will meet him again in the next competition, don't worry.