"I'll help you to play music again."
He said hopefully.
Maybe I am really lucky, lucky that
I have found him. Lucky to be his girlfriend. Lucky that there was him who chose to be with me on a four centered corner for the past two years. And lucky that he's there, standing in front of me, ready to help me.
I nodded.
Maybe this is the time, that I have to face my fear.
I tightly held his hand as we walk
towards the covered piano.
He removed the fabric covering it, and there was Anastasia, name of my piano. My dad named it when he gave it to me. I was really happy that time because I begged him so much just for him to buy me a piano.
"Don't worry, I will not leave you."
He said.
I stared onto it and tried to defy all of my trepidations.
"Go on, Erin. You can do it."
Binitawan niya ang kamay ko pinaupo ako sa couch kaharap ng piano.
My fingers ran on to the keys which I haven't touched for a very long time. And as I feel every divisions of this, there's one thing I realized,
I missed this.
Hindi ko alam pero kusa na lang kumilos ang mga daliri ko, and there they are, playing the Yiruma's piece, 'Kiss the rain'.
The same piece I played that day.
"Alam mo pa pala yan."
Napangiti na lang ako. He was right. Two years had passed pero alam pa rin ng mga daliri ko kung paano ito tugtugtugin.
Music,
I heard music again.
Days passed at parati na kaming nagpupunta sa music room ni Colin. At nakakatuwa dahil unti-unti ko nang natatanggal ang takot ko, and it was all because of him.
Nagpaalam na rin ako kay Mama na pumapayag na ako na magperform sa music show. Ilang beses ko na rin ito pinag-isipan. At siguro nga,handa na rin akong tumugtog muli. At nangako din naman si Colin na siya ang magiging trainor ko.
And he just did what he said.
Everyday he's training me about how should I connect with the audience,how should I feel the song, and how should I make myself onto the song,
he was like my father.
"Ma? Dumating na po ba si Colin?" I asked. Dalawang araw na kasi siyang hindi dumadalaw dito sa bahay, which is hindi ako sanay dahil parati siyang nandirito. Maybe I used to his presence.
"Hindi pa anak eh. Tinawagan mo na ba?" I nodded.
"Nakailang missed calls na po ako sa kanya pero hindi pa rin siya sumasagot eh."
"Don't worry anak,baka may inaasikaso lang." I sighed. Sana naman walang nangyaring masama sa kanya.
"Don't stress yourself okay? Bukas na ang performance mo. Maybe,you should have take a rest."
Gabi na kasi at bumaba pa ko ng kwarto ko,maitanong lang yun kay mama. Siguro nga,dapat na ko magpahinga.
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"Are you alright anak? D'you want water or anything?"
"Okay lang ako ma. You should not worry about me."
BINABASA MO ANG
Melophobia (Fear of Music) SHORT STORY
Short Story"I once been so passionate to music. I loved every rhythm,every key,and every melody of it. But because of an incident, my passion about music vanished. And now, I have a huge fear on it." Chicklit #141