Have Been In Love With The Superstar (COMPLETED)

55: The Start

55: The Start

I'm like in a dilemma. I really don't know what to decide.

I'm in the verge of calling Mr. Cole pero hindi ko tinutuloy ang pagdial sa numero niya.

He lost his job. So paano niya ako maipapasok? But the thing I am considering, he was once a great producer in the company where he worked hard and I am his "last chance" to get back his job. And it's a win-win situation, if he got back his job then it means that I have the money for my studies.

I know he can help me but I just couldn't trust him a hundred percent.

"Hello?" A husky voice answered my call. Halatang nagising lang sa tawag.

"Hey.. this is Katriel. Were you sure about last night?"

"What? Who is this?"

"Really??!" May halong inis sa aking boses.

Seryoso? Tatanungin niya ba talaga ako niyan?

"Haha. Just kidding. Yeah, I'm so sure. Why?"

"Is it still up?"

"Yeah. Why not? Why, are you going to take it?"

"Yeah.."

"Oh sure thing. Later, let's meet. Bring a guitar."

Sumilip ang isang tipid na ngiti sa aking mukha. I have this gut that this has a good ending.

Mabilis lumipas ang oras. Papunta na kami sa kompanya kung saan pinagtrabahuan nitong kasama ko. Medyo kinakabahan ako.

"Do you have a demo?" A man with a coat asked.

"I will perform a demo.."

"Okay then, let us hear your song." He commanded.

I look at Mr. Cole and I am trembling in nervousness. Shiz. Nakasalalay dito ang future ko kaya dapat galingan ko. I should get the contract.

"Thank you.. I will just talk to Mr. Cole."

Agad akong tumayo at bahagyang nag-bow as a sign of respect. Dinampot ko ang guitar case at nilagay roon ang gitara ko. Nakuha ko naman ang ibig sabihin niya eh. He wants to talk to Mr. Cole alone. Meaning, I have to go out from his office.

Sana nagustuhan niya ang demo ko.

Tinignan ko sila mula sa labas ng opisina. The walls are glass kaya kita ang nasa loob. They look both serious. Ano kaya ang pinag-uusapan nila? Parang ang terror rin ng president ng records na ito eh.

"He wants demo." Mr. Cole said as we have a coffee at Pnymosein.

"I already performed."

"No. He wants a CD with your songs inside of it. An album."

"What? How can we do that?"

"I don't know.. I'll seek for some help from some of my friends."

"I don't have so much money for this album."

"No worries for that.. I can handle that matter. All you have to do is write a song even just eight."

"O..kay." nag-aalanganing pag-sang ayon ko.

Nagpahinga lang ako saglit at nag-ayos na naman para sa gig mamaya. Malapit na ring mag-alas syete.

During my performance, the least person I want to see in the crowd was there, sitting with a beverage on hand, looking straight at me. All the things they did to me flashes back in my mind. It kills me.