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Isang strum ang pinakawalan ni Judge. Kasabay nito ay ang pagbukas ng kaniyang mga mata at pagkawala ng huling linya mula sa kaniyang bibig. Nang tuluyang natapos ang kanta ay bumaba si Judge mula sa stool na inuupuan at bahagyang ngumiti.
He did that, hoping to lessen the wild throb in his chest. Yes, his heart was beating damn fast, like a mad horse fresh from a race. Although, these things weren't really new to him- in fact, Judge has been auditioning all his life yet he couldn't stop feeling this way every single time!
"Original composition?" Isa sa mga nakahanay na staff sa harapan ang unang nagkomento.
Judge nodded, feeling proud.
"That's good! Gusto ko 'yong kanta."
Ngumiti siya at nagpasalamat.
"But to tell you honestly the guitar, your voice... You sounded like a typical boyfriend next door. Alam mo 'yon, typical na pakilig. What we are looking for is something different... something unique."
"But you make good songs though." Bawi kaagad ng babaeng staff. "Have you consider writing songs? Be a composer, it pays well! Plus, wala masyadong sakit sa ulo at katawan!"
"Thank you Miss," Judge said politely. "But the thing is I really want to sing my own songs. I mean it's my passion."
Judge had heard a lot of that all the time. Many people has been encouraging him to pursue writing songs, they think it fits him perfectly. Well, Judge thought he was too. So he pursued writing songs, he writes day and night. But he never thought that a certain day would come that he knew his song was so good, yet he lost his voice to sing it.
"That was my song!" Judge hissed. "Akin iyon! Ako ang sumulat noon!" Nanlilisik ang mga matang itinuro ang kapwa niya trainee na si Jett at ngayon ay kaka-debut lang bilang young artist. Masigla ang ngiti nito sa monitor habang nagkukwento kung paano nito naisulat ang kantang iyon.
"Judge, can you please calm down?"
With furrowed brows, twitched lips and angry eyes, he started speaking again. "How can I calm down? That douche is clearly owning my songs! That was my song! That was mine! Mapapatay ko talaga ang putangina-"
"It wasn't yours," Mister King said. "That wasn't your song, just put it that way. Para wala ng gulo."
"What?"
"You submitted that song right?"
"But that was mine!"
"Listen Judge, you're just a trainee. Jett's a debuted rising star. Who would believe you?"
Hindi makapaniwalang tinitigan niya si Mister King. Nakaawang ang bibig niya at nakakuyom ang kamao.
