The Night Performance

Unexpected Invitation

KRING KRING... KRING KRING...

It's five in the morning and the telephone let out a noise loud enough to wake most members from asleep.

KRING KRING... KRING KRING...

The morning ambience is ruined by the sounds the telephone made. Everyone wished for anyone to pick up the telephone.

KRING KRING... KRING KRING...

It's been a while since the telephone rang...

KRING KRING... KRING KRING...

"WON'T ANYONE ANSWER THE F*CKING CALL?!?!" A muffled screaming voice asked which appears to come from Ali's room.

KRING KRING... KRING KRING...

"Seriously... Anyone... Please pick up the damn telephone..." Another muffled voice, calmer and sleepier this time, came from Indi's room.

...

Finally!

Inner peace.

No more telephone ringi-

KRING KRING...

Ah damn it.

Click!

It appears someone has picked up the phone.

"Hello?" A tired deep voice appears, Elen's voice in the morning is almost unrecognizable for how unusually masculine it sounds.

"Good morning Mister. Is it true that I'm speaking with the manager of The Gameing Gang Band?" A professional clear masculine voice answered.

"We don't really have a manager... In fact, you're speaking to one of the members right now. Is there anything i could help you with?" Elen's voice lightening, seemingly enthusiastic hearing the man's question.

"I see. The Great Vice President appears to be interested with the music your band had been making. He would like to invite your people to perform in his residence."

"The Great Vice President? As in what vice president?"

"The Vice President of Indonesia, Mr. Gibran Rakabuming."

"OH SH-" Elen immediately covered her mouth with her mechanical hands.

"He has a taste for all types of music your band plays and would be delighted to have your band to play for him."

"I see, when will we perform?"

"Tomorrow on 5:30PM, the band must arrive at Istana Merdeka 30 minutes earlier. The Vice President will fund your travel here."

"Alright, thank you for this kind opportunity Mister."

"Goodluck."

Click

The call ended.

"Elen"

The craziest news she had ever heard her entire life.

"Elen?"

Was this another one of her mechanical dreams?

"Elen!" She heard a vague voice calling out her name while at the same time felt the warmth of another person's hand on her shoulders. Her head was overwhelmed with information she just heard to tell whose voice it belongs to.

...Maybe not.

"What was the call about? You seemed... surprised." The voice finally clear enough to reach out to her, it was Hana's.

"Hana... YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST HEARD ON THE PHONE!!!"

Elen started to ramble all the things she heard from the phone and how she felt about all of it. Her voice is loud enough to wake the entire house and gather everyone to the noise source.

"What the hell is happening here?" Zeri asked everyone, but most importantly the two early birds.

"I heard the phone ringing and the next thing i heard is Elen yelling at Hana." Seth answered in an annoyed sleepy tone.

"Let's hear what's so crazy about this phone call to make Elen cause all these ruckus in the morning." Cube said in a sarcastic tone.

"HEAR ME OUT. SO- THE VICE PRESIDENT WANTED US TO PERFORM IN ISTANA MERDEKA TOMORROW BY THE EVENING!" Elen yelled, almost sweating.

"Nah das crazy." Rifqi answered.

"Is she on drugs? It seems like she's on one with all the sweat and allat. Especially with the news she just delivered." Alo said unseriously.

"Look. At first, I didn't believe it too. It was hard to believe to say the least. But I didn't see a trace of her being unserious. She was trying so hard to convince me and she appears to be as shocked too. What if it's true?" Hana said softly, defending Elen.

"What if it's true!? There's no way that a person that high above would invite us to perform in their fancy party. We haven't even snatched the lower class audience's attention, we haven't performed on the stage even ONCE." Cube realistically speaking. Rifqi blushed at the idea of Cube being strict.

"Yeah... Look, I mean, I usually would agree with you Hana but this? This just doesn't seem legit, exactly what Cube said." Ali answered.

"This might be a prank. It has to be." Indi said in denial.

"Even if it's a prank, it's not bad to try and perform there right?" Rifqi asked in a stupidly bold tone.

Everyone immediately gave Rifqi a "Are you f*cking kidding me" stare.

It is that bad.

"Um... It's the president's house??? Where all the officials are...? We could go to jail for trespassing outside the weekend, and tomorrow is friday." Sailo said in an annoyed tone.

"Just a day before the week ends!" Rifqi answered jokingly.

Everyone is still giving him the stare.

"Jee okay, guess we're not performing tomorrow? That's lame." The enthusiasm behind Rifqi's voice fades. Cube sighed at that.

"Rather than to assume, what if we search for any results on the net if there's a possibility that the vice president does in fact like the type of music we make?" Arga broke the awkwardness between them with a task for all.

"Sounds fair to me." Zeri said in agreement. Everyone also appears to be nodding in agreement.

Everyone conducted a research on the Vice President. One by one, the dots are connected that the Vice President does in fact has interest in genres of music they make. Later... One of them found a shocking yet satisfying discovery.

"Guys..." Ssam called to get everyone's attention.

"LOOK!" Ssam showed a tweet of the Vice President tweeting one of the verse they made.

"If only he tells all his people that it's our song lyrics..." Rifqi answered.

"Didn't know Mr. Vice President is a gatekeeper." Cube said in a sarcastic tone. Rifqi giggled at that.

"GUYS LOOK!!!" Elen flashed her screen on her face, showing news that the Vice President did in fact invited a band on tomorrow friday by the evening.

It is real.