Make it With You

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Kyle

Five years.

It's been five years since Francine and I went our separate ways. We're still in touch. Sort of. We greet each other on birthdays and holidays, congratulate each other for projects, and see each other at events.

"Kyle," Kuya Anton, my manager, barges into my dressing room. My concert's about to start. The staff said the crowd turnout is insane. I'm nervous as hell.

"Yeah? What's up?" I ask Kuya Anton, trying to appear calm.

He reads my expression and notices I'm nervous. He sighs with a soft smile and sits beside me.

He puts a hand on my shoulder. "Kyle, pangatlong concert mo na 'to. You must've performed in front of a crowd a hundred times by now. Wag ka na nerbyusin. You're gonna do well. I'm sure"

I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a little more comforted. "Thank you"

A smile returns on his face. "Besides, I have good news"

I raise my brows at his silence. Bakit naman nambibitin? "What? What is it?"

His smile grows into a grin. He's torturing me.

"Come on, Kuya! What is it?"

He laughs and takes his hand off me. "You got it," he says simply.

"Got..." I think out loud, "Got what?"

Kuya Anton meaningfully raises his brows.

"Kyle, backstage! Ready in 5!" a senior staffer pops into the room. She talks to someone on her headphone, but keeps her eyes on me, waiting for me to move.

I stand up and join her. I nearly forget about my conversation with Kuya Anton, until...

I abruptly stop walking and glance back at him. He smirks at my realization.

"It's mine?" I ask. He nods.

"For real? They said yes? Akin na 'yun?" I nearly shout. I could barely contain my excitement.

The staffer starts to drag me by the arm. "Kyle, we have to go"

"Have fun at your concert, Kyle!" Kuya Anton calls out.

Oh, I will.