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Jeru strummed the guitar, starting the melody of the song with his skilled fingers gliding through the strings. He wasn't smirking nor emotionless. His eyes were shut, feeling the intro of the song.
On the other hand, Jon slowly pressed his palms against the wooden surface of the table producing a rythmic sound through a couple of taps which blended well with Jeru's guitar.
The melody of the song, the gentle tap as its background was ecstatic. In fact, It was lready a masterpiece.
Slowly, Judge faced Jung who was standing near the window while curtains swaying behind him. Judge didn't say anything but his eyes were urging Jung to start the lyrics of the song.
"Dumilim ang paligid may tumawag sa pangalan ko . . .
. . . labing isang palapag tinanong kung okay lang ako . . ."
The voice was cool and soothing, sending chills over his system. Jung was singing so well. He even closed his eyes as those words left his lips smoothly.
Sa ilang minuto, nakalimutan nila ang mga pader nakapalibot sa pagitan nila. Sa paglapat ng tono nito sa isa't-isa ay parang unti-unting itong nasisira at tuluyan itong natumpag ng hindi napapansin.
As Judge ended the song, the lines went out smoothly, totally finishing it with a huge curve on his lips.
Four boys, strangers to each other, yet having fun, laughing together and somehow binded by music.
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Natapos nila ang kanta ng may mga ngiti sa labi, malakas ang tawanan at matang magkalapat sa isa't-isa. Ngunit, agad din itong napawi nang marinig ang mga palakpakan. Upon hearing, immediately they veered around. Somehow, Judge eyes drifted to the familiar figure behind the glass door. Nakatulala lang ito habang dahan-dahang magkalapat ang mga kamay.
Suddenly the girl— Lyca smiled. It caught Judge off gaurd. He almost fell from the table he's seated. Luckily, Jung caught his shirt first before falling, only inches away from the floor.
"Shit!" Unluckily, Jung let go. Binitawan siya at napamura nang tuluyang mahulog sa sahig. Napahimas siya sa mukha niya.
Bro, it hurts.
"Wow thanks," he said coated with sarcasm. If eyes could kill. Jung wouldn't be rolling his eyes right now. Not a chance he could walk away through that door without blood drenched on the floor.
"Are you okay?" It was Jon. Genuine eyes, kind smile— innocent face in general, smiled at him and helped him out.
