destined. | h.s

1. we did it.

Ariella’s P.O.V

My heart was pounding endlessly hard, under this flesh of mine, and I couldn’t relax myself anymore. We we’re up against, Ateneo De Manila University’s choir and it is an agony to wait, knowing you’re seconds away from a life-changing win.

This is when, you could barely wait, but also, you don’t want for it to happen.

My mind was thinking on its own now, because no matter how hard I try to shove out the off-putting words my conscience tries to tell me, it never, and I never did.

Abigaile, who has on the end line of our group, had her finger crossed, in the back of her choir gown, so are the others. Debbie, also from Coberelle, was silently uttering words for the win.

Our guardians were sat in the audience seats, motivating us up with their fingers thumbed up. Somehow, lightening up the mood. Still, just seeing those, blue-gowned, looking-so-confident people opposing us, was pulling my hopes down.

The silence of the surrounding was putting up more tensed effect on my body, then once a while, I’d suddenly feel weak on my knees.

The judges, in their fancy ties and tuxedos, well sewed gowns, has this mannerism of whispering then eyeing us, which felt awkward when it was me who they looked at.

“Okay . . .” The woman, in her deep baho voice, stood up. Then, everyone where almost as if, they were unfroze from a frozen trance. “we are now, announcing who grabs the ticket to International Academia Choir Competition in London.”

Hearing ‘International’ sounds so heaven to me, especially, the word ‘London’ and it bursts the excitement out of me.

“Here we go.”

So I guess, this probably is it, the moment of truth. The moment of truth, which was causing my heart to pump out of my chest. We held each other’s cold, sweating, nervy hands and bend our heads down.

“The winner of the choir collegiate National’s competition is . . .”

Tighter hold.

Anxiety attack.

I might just lose it.

“Coberelle Manila Choir of Coberelle Manila University.”

Everything around me began to spin, shouting in joy, some shaking me to let the fact that we just did sink in. It took time for me before I started to react to it.

It felt like our sweat, all the blood, soaring of throats, a little discouraged moments were put back into their places by victory. I have never felt so prouder and happier by choosing to pursue choiring despite problems that sprouted throughout the process.

It’s like this sword that has been stabbing me since I became nervy just got removed from my body, and no blood dropped out, which is preferably called, “A Miracle.”

Mom and Dad were smiling widely, making me feel how much it was worth the cost to pursue my choiring. I’m glad that it didn’t end with poverty and that my love for music wasn’t just some regular infatuation.

“They’re going to fly to London next week, for a two-week relaxation and practice. Good luck Coberelle.”

Everybody shrieked at the thought, especially, my friends who are literally stalkers of One Direction from afar; yes, afar because they’ve never flown to any of their concerts except creep them on twitter and instagram.

I smiled, heading towards the direction of my parents, thinking how much only a year in Coberelle could actually be an achievement already. “I’m going to London!”