The evening of December 18, 2000
A wasp like buzzing commence in my head, I feel like there are drums in my stomach doing a slow roll and I can feel my throat burning up as if lava was flowing through it.
I think I’ll be sick.
I looked around and almost everyone was closing their eyes, some were jumping and dancing in the beat, hands were up in the air moving side by side with the rhythm.
Bollocks! Did we go to the zoo? Or better yet, a mental institution!
I turn my attention to Jane and she had her hands raised upward, singing out loud with the band.
I was wrong! She is certainly in drugs.
The place started becoming warmer; I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples to try to stop an incipient headache. Don’t get me wrong, the voice of the drop dead gorgeous vocalist who turns out to be a religious constituent was simply breathtaking. The melody was ironically good too, but it was the lyrics that obliterated my brain cells. Thanks to my English teachers, I can totally understand every word in the songs much to my dislike. It was all about glorifying God and giving him shit I mean praise.
Are they talking about the same God who I seem to have a grudge with since I was 12?
YES! Freaking YES!
Would I ever give him praise?
Not willingly! NO!
After what I felt like decades, the music came to a halt. Good! I did not know how long I could have withstood all that. I want to grab Rain, graciously exit the complex and go home. But of course, fate declines everything on my ‘want list’.
“Thank you so much for singing with us. You may now take your seat as our very own resident Pastor Stephen Robb introduces to us our guest speaker for tonight.”
Baby! I would absolutely love to stay and devour you with my eyes! BUT NO! Not even your good looks can make me sit and listen to all this cra—
“Jane, come on! Sit down already! Everyone is staring at you.”
I expelled a rushed of air. For some reason, the air around me seems to be a fine spray that requires a wearying endeavor to pull into my lungs. I was conscious of the stares people were giving me, for I was the only one left standing.
Stop looking! I’m not the retarded person here! You are! God! Freaky people!
I awkwardly sit. I was rocking slowly back and forth in my chair. I was aware of Rain looking at me, more like gawking. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Her eyes were a reflection of fear and I know that she was contemplating in her head my actions and was afraid that I would totally freak out.
“Rain, stop staring. It’s okay! I’m freaked out already but I won’t go running home like a lunatic.”
“Thank you Jane. Promise me you would listen and try to keep an open mind.”
“Darling, I’m a very open minded person! Don’t worry!”
I focused on the stage where the pastor/preacher/leader of the deranged Jesus fan club was welcoming the guest speaker from, whatever place. I was not really paying a hundred percent of my attention. I was leaning in my chair though because I want to have a better look of the pastor.
“Jane, you can look at the projector so you can see well.”
Why did I not realize that? Now, I look like an idiot!
