Fast-forward to March 7 which was a _____ day. *you’re the one to describe this day*
It was supposed to be election day and recognition day, but at 10am, which should be the time when the servers are up for the selling of Red Tour Ticket, I was challenged physically and emotionally.
There was I, with my almost-square-but-it’s-actually-rectangular black phone clutched in my hands, running as fast as I could to the side of our school. It was the only way where I could ride the nearest jeepney to the mall. The 10am sun is teasing me, driving away the clouds from its rays just for me to double suffer from the scorching heat. I ran like a male athlete. And yes, I don’t care. I am no less than a girl crying because it could mean missing the Taylor Swift concert. 30minutes after the opening of the malls, the available tickets were half their number.
“NOOOOOOO! I CAN’T AFFORD MISSING THE CONCERT. I’M GOING TO DIE IN DEPRESSION!”I tiringly screamed while running. My lips taste salty and my eyes are now blurry. Alas! My ass touchdown-ed the jeepney seat.
Are you fucking kidding me? It’s like destiny’s playing with me. The driver’s waiting for passengers to fill up the vehicle and I’m like dying here to get the tickets. GREAT!!!!
“Joyce? Where are you, tol? (this is my nickname)” Ivanee, a fellow swiftie asked over the phone. “The tickets are running out. They’re almost sold out.”
The feeling was so terrible to describe. It’s feel like Bridget and I will never stand a chance *laughs* just kidding!
I called mom and I’m like, “MOM! THE TICKETS ARE *CRIES MIDWAY* ALMOST RUNNING OUT. WHERE ARE YOU *CRIES A LITTLE MORE” I’m confused if I’m wiping tears or sweat.
“JOYCE?!? YOU SCARED ME! I’M HERE IN THE MALL. STOP PANICKING!!!” Mom shouts on the other line.
I had to stop what I’m doing cause the folks in the vehicle were now looking at me, as if I’m hysterical. Well, I am, desperately!
When my feet touched the sunburned concrete, I dashed my way to the 5th floor. And God, this is the first time I actually wished that the mall had only one floor. Right by cue, my parents were falling in line with Ivanee and my eyes shimmered cause I know I’m not late.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” Mom doesn’t look worried. She looks irritated. Her eyebrows kissed each other and her mouth draws into a thin line. Well, she doesn’t know how it feels like when your dream is actually becoming a distant echo. On the other hand, my dad wipes off the sweat trickling down my back.
Finally, I got my RED TOUR TICKET which is literally to die for. I should be thanking Lord again right now because it is a miracle. The feels :”>
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I just kissed my parents goodbye, but the smile on my face is permanent as I clutch the cup of halo-halo shake they got for me at Max’s. Life is like this cup of halo-halo- so sweet, so full of adventures, and it gets better every second. For a moment I am the happiest person in the world, like everything’s surreal. I grabbed my phone which I tucked in the back pocket and browsed my playlist. I played the whole album of Taylor Swift while making my way down the vacant escalator, and I can almost see the lightbulbs around as dancing fireflies, or maybe it’s just my eyes that are holding back the tears of joy that created that firefly effect. It’s too early and the mall is like a ghost town. I took my time in rejoicing- well not long enough- cause later I have to face her.
But do I really have to?
I mean, I could as well ditch her. The way she ditched my feelings. I could also act like I didn’t get her message last night. This is my chance to let her realize, I thought. I opened my inbox, and tried my best to read the message as fast as possible. “Come meet me at coffeebrk 4pm.”
