"Uy gago nababanyo ako." Napailing ako habang tiningnan ni Rotcehlei ng masama si Juaquin na hindi mapakali sa pwesto niya.
"Malapit na set na'tin, ngayon mo pa naisipan 'yan?" She was already holding her microphone at buti nakapatay 'yun, because that would totally be a show if hundreds of students hear their conversation all over the sound system.
"Bakit? Ginusto ko bang maramdaman 'to?" He was tightly clutching the rails on the stairway at hindi ko alam kung matatawa o maaawa sa sitwasyon niya.
I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. "You have to keep it in, Quin. Malapit nang matapos ang speech ni Dean."
Sumilip ako sa stage at nakitang nasa gitna parin nito ang tinutukoy ko. "From Monday to Thursday, seven a.m. to twelve p.m. is for your general academics. Friday is for your chosen courses, whether it's contemporary dancing, film, broadcasting, advertising, etcetera! and twelve p.m. to five thirty p.m. in the whole weekday is for your chosen clubs and organizations."
The Dean has to talk fast para makatapos na kaming lahat. Sinabi naman na niya ang lahat last week sa orientation, but she's repeating it all in this welcome ceremony.
"Bakit ka kasi kumain ng sisig ang aga aga, alam mo namang maanghang 'yun at natatae ka kapag kumakain ka ng maanghang." Bumalik ang tingin ko kay Rotcehlei na pinapagalitan pa'rin ang drummer namin.
They both glared at each other, and I chuckled, seeing the two of them bicker. Nagkatinginan kami ni Hana and she gave me a knowing look at napailing nalang ako.
"Let's give it up for the members of our Media Arts Association!" Napatayo kami sa sigaw ng Dean, at narinig ko ang ungol ni Juaquin.
"Putanginang 'yan." He looked so bad, but the moment we stood on the stage, we all changed into our 'game' faces. The audience completely unaware of the fact na may isang gustong tumakbo sa cr saming lima.
"Welcome, Ingenios!" A loud feedback followed Rotcehlei's shout on the microphone, dahil don nagising silang lahat. She looked back at us, signaling if we were ready, and I clutched my guitar, nodding at her before glancing at Hana, who was holding the base, and looking back at Juaquin, who was grinning while playing with his sticks.
He played a beat with his drumsticks, and after the fourth one, we started to play a popular OPM song with Rotcehlei's voice booming in the Auditorium. Syempre kailangang patok sa mga tao para lahat relate. It's either they'd jam from it being popular or mag d-drama sila sa lyrics ng kanta.
Nagkatinginan pa kami ni Hana nang mapansing mabalis ang beat ni Juaquin kaya wala kaming choice kundi pantayan siya.
Rotcehlei glanced, her eyes screaming at our drummer, and I looked back at him, signaling the same thing. He bit his tongue, mukhang na guilty, and slowly drifted to the original tempo.
Nothing severe happened after Juaquin's crisis kaya nang magpalakpakan ang mga schoolmate namin pagkatapos ng set ay napahinga ako ng maluwag.
Before walking in front of Rotcehlei's place, binigay ko kay Juaquin ang gitara so that he'd have an excuse to go down. "Bumaba ka na."
"Shet sorry Pres, thank you!" He looked really thankful at natawa nalang ako sa bilis ng pagkaalis niya.
Recruitment lang naman ng clubs and organizations ang sunod, so he's not required to be here. "Welcome, students! We're part of the Media Arts Association, IAA's number one organization! I am their president, Jamie Faith Del Valle—"
I spoke in front of the microphone. A lot of students muttered unclear words. I mean, nasa taas ako ng stage facing hundreds of students, of course, I wouldn't understand a word they say. But then, when you hear a person mention your name, it automatically gets your attention. "She's so pretty! She's like a real-life princess. Oh god. Sana All."
BINABASA MO ANG
Eternal Tune (Haunted Series 1)
Teen FictionSimon Gabriel Maquinto was about to jump off the balcony, but Jamie Faith Del Valle stopped him. He still did it. But he didn't know he was unintentionally showing her how to live life because she followed him soon thereafter. HS #1
