Milieu Euphony (In Act Series #2)

Phase 31

PHASE THIRTY-ONE

IGNORANCE TO AFFECTION

Seeing Lavien at the ballet studio was a coincidence, so we grabbed it.

That's why we talked to her, and then I knew—everything was falling into place.

The three of us were guilty because of what happened but decided that there was no use to dwell on the past. That's why we moved on and decided to start anew.

So, a few weeks after reconciliation, there we were.

We got together which was the best memory that marked my previous journey, and a new beginning on this new journey. That's why I treasured it as much as I could in hopes that it would intensify the direction that I had been getting.

Lavien landed a role in Manon, Versechia was busy performing for a special singing performance, while I was busy exploring the sculpting discipline.

There was no definite decision for me if this was where I would stop, but I decided to stay for a little while before I declared that this would be the last.

I wanted to intensify the emotion that I had been feeling, then I would tell them what I really feel. Of course, I was still afraid that I'd lose my excitement, but until it hadn't occurred, I'll explore this path until the length that the permanence had given.

"Lahat magpapabuhos ng pintura, ha! Bawal KJ!" It was Alexa, one of the sculpture students, who declared.

I was informed of the paint pouring as an act of remembrance to the graduating sculpture students at the Royal Colleges for the Arts. She was one of the seniors, I was, too—which reminded me of how far I had come in this sculpting discipline.

Maybe this was the end of my sculpting journey that's why I was starting to say goodbye so I could start a new path, but that wasn't the case.

This was the end of my journey, but it didn't mean that I would stop. Because this was what I had been waiting for—the end that I didn't realize was the end.

Like a door that appeared out of nowhere, or an object that I didn't know I carried. I was oblivious of the length of the path that I had been taking, and adventurers like me would be surprised to know that they had reached it.

Suddenly, I wasn't a wanderer. Suddenly, I was an adventurer.

I knew where I was going, and I was walking with maps, guides, and a compass which would help me navigate my journey. Though there was a sense of hesitance at the pit of my bag, I decided to go on with it and overcome whatever feeling it was giving me.

I was exploring—that's what mattered.

"Ipikit ang mata, itikom ang bibig, at walang hihinga para hindi mapasukan ng pintura! Yellow sa girls, blue sa boys. Kapag nag-mix 'yung kulay, alam na!"

The initiation started, and I went on the line wearing a plain dark-colored shirt and pants. My hair was tied in a low ponytail, like the usual. When I was next in line, I closed my eyes and felt the thick liquid pour from my head down to my body.

I was confused because of the intoxicating smell. It was strong, but it was bearable. Hindi rin naman gaanong karami ang binuhos para hindi maraming pintura ang maaksaya.

It took me a while to open my eyes before I could see clearly. I was pushed a little by the students who were in the same state as me. I stumbled upon the wall, then the door, before I stumbled upon the warmth of a man that I was familiar with.