~ Hello tagal ko nang hindi dumalaw dito... -.- naging super busy sa school at sa buhay... hayyy.. well
pinost ko ito sa blog ko para sa school naisipan ko lang i post din dito :3 at hanggang ngayon hindi ko maiisip bakit ayan ang pamagat ko @.@
~Hi! I’m Cecilia Dela Cruz, 19 years old. A well know Filipino pianist and I’m in the middle of playing a piano piece for the very first competition that I joined after arriving here in Paris.
At first I never thought that I could be here playing and expressing myself through piano. Doing what I love to do. Before, I’m just a moving puppet, submissive to my parents. They wanted me to become a doctor in order for me to run the small hospital that they started after getting marry, not asking what is my real dream in life.
Until, I met Dave Tuazon. He’s having his first OJT to become a nurse at my parent’s hospital. He’s smart, good looking, caring, honest, hopping to become a doctor and most especially, he treats me as a brat. I mean at that time I can’t blame him, he’s 18 while I’m 14. For him I’m just a small sister, but for me I envy him. He’s always smiling, energetic and he can do what he wants to do, yet there I was taking the path my parents created and wished for me.
One Wednesday afternoon, Dave accidentally got lost in returning home after his morning shift at my parents hospital. Since he has no class that day he didn’t panic and get a tricycle. He calmly trying to figure out the right way towards the waiting shed were he rides a jeep home. He heard a classic cold music coming out from an old western coffee/ flower shop. At that day he discovered my love for piano. I beg him not to tell my parents, as a result every Wednesday and Friday he went and have coffee there. We became strangers to acquaintance to friends to lovers.
He pushed me to have courage and tell my parents about my dreams. And I did resulting to my parent’s dismay, but they approved it. In one condition, I must stay away from Dave. Which I can’t do, I had a quarrel with my parent’s and walked out. I run towards the shop where I usually play and called to Dave.
I’m freaking out and devastated. He’s on his way to the shop while talking with me at his cell phone. I don’t want to lose the piano especially Dave. I ask him to elope but he got mad and shouts. After that I heard a screeching sound and girls screaming and phone got cut off.
After 30 minuets’ my mom called me. I’m ready to apologise and talk things through. I want them to understand my love for piano and Dave. I want them to accept. But when I answered the phone my mom is breathing heavily as if she ran for an hour.
Since that day I become a better pianist. I can express myself freely. I can play a lively piece and make everyone listening glad. An intense piece and make my audience catch their breath. A sad piece and I can make my audience sad. So on and so forth, but my forte is to make everyone listening love the songs I play. How?
Because at that fateful day when Dave shouted at the phone. He let me experience the climax of so many emotions. He made me feel angry, scared, anguished, sad, glad and loved. Just because of what happened that day and those words. I can reach whatever dream I have.
“I won’t take away your future” and he didn’t. I might lost him physically but I still have his love.
He didn’t take away my future he ‘Gave me my future’.
