Just your typical bestfriends-since-birth story but add a little complication on the side with the influence of alcohol, music, arts, and feelings- get to know how Gin and Lorenzo took their friendship into the next level.
Or, will they?
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"Sir Gino, your exhibit is about to start."
My office door was open but my secretary knocked twice just to get my attention. I've been zoning out because of the nervousness this event is giving me.
"Alright, will be there in 2 minutes." i answered and dismissed her.
I drank a glass of water to calm myself down before going to the washroom to retouch.
"Kaya ko 'to. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." i repeated the same mantra over and over until the nervousness cool down.
I grabbed my phone, left my office, and put a smile on my face as i walk through the hall.
This is my first art exhibit. I've loved painting and doing arts since my teenage years and even pursue that in college. I was lucky enough to have parents who supported me and had me took up Fine Arts in a prestigious University. Now, i am finally selling some of my works and hold a small exhibit.
"Gino Tyler, congratulations honey." my father hugged me as i enter the hall. I saw people who were coming in already.
"Thank you but isn't it too early for that, Dad?" i gave him a peck on his cheek and so is my mom who was already low key scrutinizing me. "Hey, mother." i greeted her.
My mom and I were never really close. Our relationship was not the typical mother and son who love each other so dearly type of relationship. She hated my gutts. She somewhat never believed in my talent and always told me i will never succeed in this field. She was more of a corporate person so she wanted me to follow her steps.
Buti na lang matigas ulo ko.
Instead, i followed mine and led my own pack.
Mom and I do not hate each other. In fact, she still allowed me-- or allowed Dad to allow me-- to take up Fine Arts. It's more like, she doesn't care. We were in two opposite sides of the world. Good thing i always have Dad. He's more supportive, caring, forgiving, and just there for me. Whenever i need him, he shows up.
"Your sister wants to congratulate you. I just hope your exhibit won't flop." she said after our beso.
I made face after my mother's comment. My father just winked at me. I gave him a reassuring smile -- that mom and I aren't fighting here-- and said, "She should have messaged me. Pinadaan pa sayo."
"Your sister has a lot of things to do, relevant ones rather." she then again said sourly. "Besides, working abroad is very stressful, Gino. Mabuti ikaw eh, abala lang sa pagdo-drawing."
My sister, Marian, works in New York as a publishing editor. She's five years older than me and i guess five times more successful. Kaya mas pabor si Mommy sa kanya.
But i was never jealous. I just accepted the fact that parents have their favorites. And i can tell that i was Dad's. Our parents were both lawyers. My dad's a criminal lawyer and mom's the corporate one.
