It might be you

10

Hindi ko pa rin talaga alam kung sino si Ria Lopez. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang hilig niya, kung ano ang pananamit niya, at kung anu-ano pa. Kaya eto, nagvolunteer si Louise at Maxine para ipakita sa akin ang iba't ibang interviews ko kung saan ako sumagot ng mga personal na tanong.

"Bawal bang sabihin nalang natin na nagka-amnesia ako at nakalimutan ko lahat?" Tanong ko sa mga kapatid ko.

Maxine sighed, yun lang ang nagawa nya pagkatapos kong tanungin 'yun. This time, alam ko kung bakit. She knows her... I mean, our family too well. They want me to lie and they expect to believe whatever they say, they will do that because that's who they really are.

"Ate, we can't tell the media that you can't remember anything. They will just tell people how awful your accident was, do you get it?" Sabi ni Louise, she's so irritated.

"Fine, just tell me what I need to do and i'll do it." Sabi ko sa kanya. Not just for their satisfaction but also.for a distraction.

Ang pagsunod ko sa kanila ay pwedeng maging dahilan para hindi nila ako mapagsuspetyahan na alam ko na ang ginagawa nila. At tsaka pwede kong mahanap si DJ as long as hindi nila ako sasamahan kahit saan ako magpunta.

Mukhang satisfied naman si Louise sa sagot ko, kaya tinuro na nya sa akin ang mga kung anu-ano. I don't know what Ria Lopez wears, I don't know what is my style. But they told me what is it, I dress to express my love for fashion. Alam kong totoo 'yun dahil sumenyas sa akin si Maxine, senyas na oo totoo 'yun.

They showed me different videos. Mayroong runway show na ako ang nasa pinakang huli dahil ako ang designer ng mga damit na naimodel. Mayroon ding paparazzi videos kung saan natural lang ang lakad ko kahit na 5 inches na ang suot kong stiletto. Nako naman, kaya ko ba 'yan? Tsaka sa pananamit ni Ria Lopez, parang kulang ako sa confidence eh.

"Why did you cut your hair short? People loved your long hair!" Biglang sabi ni Louise. Hindi ko maintindihan kung big deal ang pagiging ako. They don't want to tell anyone besides my friends (half of them are lying to them) because it's a big deal.

I sighed. "It's just hair length. Can you please stop raising your voice? I'm older than you, Louise." I warn Louise. Medyo madadak kasi itong babae na ito, parang kabaliktaran ni Sofia sa panaginip ko? Well, nasa kanya ang itsura ni Sofia Andres pero ang ugali at katauhan ni Sofia ay si Camille.

Tinuloy nila ang pagtuturo sa akin. Posture, hairstyles, how I talk, and how I answer questions.

"Oh, thank you for supporting my 50th runway show! It will not be successful without the very successful people who is here with me tonight."

Ilang segundo pa lang ay naalala ko na kung kailan nangyari yun. After party yun ng 50th runway show ko na ginanap sa Los Angeles. Hindi ko inakala na maaalala ko pa 'yun. Bigla namang nalipat ang video, naging isang interview with a guy who is bald and gay. He isn't Tito Boy, he is someone I don't know. "Who is he?" Tanong ko.

"That guy... ugh, gay... whatever, he is Sir Marc. Everyone calls him Sir Marc." Just like Tito Boy. Everyone called him that name even though they are not his uncle.

"Nagkita ba kayo ni Enrique sa Miami? There were news about you and him---"

"What? No! We didn't get to see each other, eh." Yung tono ng boses ko ay malungkot, pero hindi ako nakumbinsi. Hindi ko man sobrang kilala ang sarili ko, alam ko namang peke ang lungkot ko. "The moment he landed his plane, I was on my way to Guam."

"Sayang pala at hindi kayo nag-abot. Pero this is what I love about EnRia, they are so sweet. If you will just see their paparazzi pictures, you will see the real score."