The Broken Soundtrack

Track 3: I Could Get Used To This

"Hindi mo kilala si Asher Felix?" Fiona exclaimed one afternoon as I prepared to leave my shift.

Apparently, musician nga si Asher at naging viral siya matapos niyang mag-upload ng covers sa Youtube.

May isang agent from LA na naka-discover sa kaniya at na-invite siyang mag-perform sa mga small gigs. Hindi pa siya masyadong kilala worldwide, pero may mga fans na rin siya at isa na dito si Fiona.

"Hindi ko siya kilala," I answered, clutching the strap of my backpack on my shoulder.

Kakatapos lang ng shift ko at gusto ko nang umuwi, kaya lang kanina pa itong kasama ko sa trabaho na panay ang tanong tungkol sa idol niya.

"OMG! Taga-rito pala siya? I mean, alam kong half-Pinoy siya, pero dito pa talaga sa Laguna? Ang swerte ko naman!" Fiona's tone rose a notch higher than usual, her long lashes fluttering as she looked at me. "May nasabi ba siya kung bakit siya biglang umuwi dito? Ang alam ko kasi sa LA na sila nakatira."

"Baka para bisitahin ang lolo at lola niya."

"Or baka naman para mag-move on sa ex-girlfriend niya," Fiona's ginger brows creased.

Nagkibit-balikat lang ako sa kanya.

"Alam mo bang dati siyang naging part-timer dito sa store?"

"Fiona, alis na ako," paalam ko bago pa ulit ako i-torture ni Fiona ng kanyang mga tanong.

Nagtungo na ako sa may entrance ng store nang biglang may papasok na customer.

Tumigil ako sa may gilid at binaling ko ang aking tingin sa sahig habang hinintay na pumasok yung customer, pero wala namang pumasok.

Perplexed, I lifted my head, seeing the guy only a few feet away from me, his dark shades concealed his eyes, but his gaze definitely directed at me.

"Hey, Jam!" That animated voice caught my ears.

I remained motionless, still amused at the guy's sudden appearance again.

It was only until another customer who tried to make her way inside the store that he stepped in, moving towards my direction.

His sapphire eyes finally stood out the moment he took off his shades.

I just bat an eye at him, not really knowing what to say.

"Oh my God!" A girl shrieked, catching his attention.

Na-recognize ko agad ang fangirl voice ni Fiona, despite only learning her love for the musician a few hours ago.

Asher smiled at the girl behind the counter, initiating another squeal from her. "Hey, how's it going?" he greeted, exposing his perfect set of teeth.

With just his navy flannel over his black shirt and ripped jeans, he could easily catch anyone's attention, even if they weren't his fans.

"I'm Fiona, by the way. I'm a big fan," the girl behind the counter introduced herself, her cheeks almost turning to the color of her hair.

"Thanks, Fiona," Asher answered. Then, he turned to me. "Jam, are you heading home now?"

I met his gaze, unsure if I should answer him. "Y-Yes?"

"Yes?" he mimicked, a question mark almost forming on his forehead. "Are you going somewhere else?"

"Uh... hindi. I mean, yes uuwi na ako..." I slapped myself mentally for my lack of eloquence.

"Cool. Let's go!" He initiated, but I just stared back at him. "I'll drive you home," he added, trying to convince me more. "Come on, Jam. Don't make this hard for me."