BETTER THAN A PROMISE (COMPLETED)

BTAP - PROLOGUE

“BETTER THAN A PROMISE?”

Naalimpungatan ako dahil sa ingay na nanggagaling sa labas.

What the fuck is going on? Don't they have a sense that someone else is sleeping?!

Inis akong bumangon at lumabas, 3:30PM na pala-

"Ay, shit! Oo nga pala magpeperform kami ngayon!"

Thank goodness no one was using the restroom when I hurriedly ran to it, so I was able to have a shower and get ready as soon as possible. When I finished, my eyes immediately searched for Vecca.

"Oh, babaita bakit ngayon ka lang?" Tanong ni Vecca nang makarating ako sa gawi nila, nag-aayos na sila ng uupuan ngayon. Sa lapag lang kasi sila uupo dahil hindi naman kami nagdala ng mga upuan. And hindi naman masyadong mabato rito sa pwesto namin.

"Hindi niyo ako ginising!" Inis na singhal ko sa kanila.

"We thought that you had set the alarm so that we wouldn't bother you for a while, baka awayin mo pa kami dahil sa pang iistorbo namin." One of the characteristics of mine is that I dislike being woken up. One time kasi no'ng ginising nila ako no'ng natutulog ako ay pinagsusuntok ko silang lahat. Mahina lang naman, promise, at sinungitan ko sila maghapon. Kilala rin nila ako pag ganito, nag-aalarm talaga ako palagi kapag kailangan, pero kanina kasi-

Nakalimutan ko dahil kay Ma'am Raven. Hays.

Tinawag na kami ni Ma'am Raven para pumunta sa ginawa nilang mini-stage, dahil magsisimula na raw kami.

"We'll have a special performance for you, guys. I hope everyone will love it." The last sentence I've heard from Miss Raven as the instruments for this performance began to play, I began to prepare myself, as did the other singer next to me.

"All of my life,
I thought I was right,
Looking for something new..."

As the ethereal notes of the melody began to dance through the air, it was the person next to me who gracefully seized the moment, becoming the harbinger of our musical journey. In that pivotal instance, the atmosphere shifted, and all eyes were drawn to her, a singular figure bathed in the soft glow of the spotlight.

With a demeanor that exuded quiet confidence, she wove her voice into the fabric of the song, each lyric escaping her lips with a certain enchantment. Yet, it wasn't just the melodic timbre of her singing that held sway; it was the subtle dance of her eyes, confidently locking with those of the audience, that added a layer of intimacy to the performance.

For a brief spell, the place became a nexus of shared emotions, as her gaze met that of each onlooker. In those stolen glances, a connection blossomed — a silent understanding between her and my classmates.

"Stuck in my ways,
Like old-fashioned days,
But all the roads led me to you..."

Right now, I'm the one singing, taking the spotlight just like she did earlier. I made sure to look confidently at the people listening, just like she did. It's not just about singing; it's like we're having a silent conversation through our eyes. With every note, I'm not just singing for myself, but I'm inviting everyone here to feel what I'm feeling.

As I shoot glances at her, it's not just a performance; it's like we're having this wordless talk. Every note isn't just for me; it's an invitation for her here to feel what I'm feeling.