LOVE SICK : The Chaotic Lives of Blue Shorts Guys

CHAPTER 53: THERE'S SOMETHING START FROM HERE

Finally, the marching band members make their return today! Actually, the competition ended days ago but Film said that since they were already there then they might as well treat it as a vacation and enjoy themselves. Ugh! I’m so jealous! The photos they emailed to us were not helping either. Om and I nearly threw a fit on the floor in front of the computers out of envy. T________T Waaah. Sure, I’ve been to Europe before but when I see a bunch of my friends being there together, it looked much more fun. Not only that, Film decided to mess with Om by sending photos after photos of nong Mick to him. He looked so dang cute, seriously! It must’ve been the cold weather (which was nearly in the negatives) there which caused nong Mick to have these permanent flushed cheeks in all of his photos. He looked adorable and quite precious! I kept glancing at Om as we went through the photos together. He had no discernible reactions to this. Hmph! I noticed that the photo of nong Mick taking a bite of an XXL size burger (it’s huge, it’s almost the size of nong Mick’s head) made Om break into a smile. Aha! There was the reaction! Heh heh heh. (Anyway, why am I so concerned with his personal life?)

As for the result of the competition? Well…how should I put this…? I immediately made an international call the day the competition finished to Film. I was incredibly nervous, but I was certain that my friends would win some sort of a trophy no matter what. I was stunned to learn the answer. Film sounded somber when he told me that they didn’t win a single thing for our country and our school. I admit, I was still and my hands were real cold. I was speechless. But it wasn’t out of anger, disappointment or anything as such. All I felt was pity and sympathy for my friends. I was there, I knew how hard they worked and how much efforts they put into their constant practices. They didn’t eat or sleep properly. Every breath they were taking were musical notes. Even at night, Film put on a busy status in MSN since he was preoccupied with adjusting the placement for the band members during their marches. I wasn’t very involved with this (other than feeding them, drafting their absent request forms, making changes to the notes and offer some ideas for their marches here and there), and yet I was exhausted just watching them going through the motion.

But since the this is the result of the competition, there wasn’t much I could do other than offering my condolence and making some small talks to cheer him up. I don’t think Film felt any better though. He probably wanted to take some rest after working so hard for months. I hung up and could only hope that he’d be able to accept what happened. Om and I ended up brainstorming on how to lessen the blow of losing once everyone arrives home.

Anyway, they’re coming back today. Om, a handful of seniors and I are at the airport to welcome them home. (Om keeps complaining about how he has to be here again when he was here to pick up hia Aun a couple of days ago.) Before the plane lands, we spent hours on what to say to console them. We wanted something that sound the best and to show how much we care and appreciate them. We wanted to to help them feel better, even for a little. As it turns out, those bastards…

…march from the gate with a trophy in their hands!

Those sons of bitches! My lips shake in anger with my finger pointing at each everyone of them as they celebrate by playing all their instruments. They parade out of the gate as they joyfully proclaim their achievement.

Ugh! Which curse word should I throw at them first?! Bastards! I was thinking so hard on how to console these guys. I was going to be a good friend and a good upperclassman. But they played a trick on me?! As it turns out, they’re 2nd runner-up winners in this competition. Goddamn it, I shouldn’t have spent all that time feeling sorry for these assholes. Damn it, damn it!