Marches n' Mays pt. 2
Contemplating with a pensive gaze, I watched buses pass by, "The loss of me... is the loss of them too... I don't want to be a failure..."
Hmm…why do I value it so much?
Because the contest was not just mine but for the ones who helped, supported and believed me along the way. At first there was only me who dreamt of joining but now it’s totally different. The loss of me… would be the loss of them too. I didn’t want to be a failure and I didn’t plan to.
But there was something I also had in mind; I had to prove to someone that I would be better off without him. It was Darius, the one who threw my heart into the Anchors Away at the Enchanted Kingdom. He was the one who kept me hanging in uncertainties of hopes and promises. We were the ones that would complete the song, supposedly. But we broke up, parting on different ways. He was one of the reasons why I pursued and would not want to back off with this trail.
At that moment I knew, the guy standing in front of me was the only answer. I couldn’t rely on the mediocrity of possibility to see the kids again to play the instruments nor to the slightest chance that the mp3 file of the song entry I had could be converted to minus one. I didn’t have the luxury of time. I just had to risk… and to persuade… a little more.
“Kuya (means big brother in Filipino)… you are my only hope! Please help me!” I tried hard to imitate Puss in Boot’s eyes. I had to look convincing and pitiful so that he would do it.
“That’s why I’m still here because I already want to help you.”, his tone changed, louder but comforting.
“Ohh!! Please H-E-L-P meeh!!! Promise, I’ll not run away from my debts!”
“No, not that… you see, I’m not forcing you to give the payment right now, you have until tomorrow. Just give to me the most that you can.”
"Please help me....!"
At that moment I knew, the guy standing in front of me was the only answer. I couldn’t rely on the mediocrity of possibility to see the kids again to play the instruments nor to the slightest chance that the mp3 file of the song entry I had could be converted to minus one. I didn’t have the luxury of time. I just had to risk… and to persuade… a little more.
“Kuya (means big brother in Filipino)… you are my only hope! Please help me!” I tried hard to imitate Puss in Boot’s eyes. I had to look convincing and pitiful so that he would do it.
“That’s why I’m still here because I already want to help you.”, his tone changed, louder but comforting.
“Ohh!! Please H-E-L-P meeh!!! Promise, I’ll not run away from my debts!”
“No, not that… you see, I’m not forcing you to give the payment right now, you have until tomorrow. Just give to me the most that you can.”
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- Marches n' Mays
As I gazed upon the wide open sky, a memory suddenly crossed my mind. I thought it had drifted far in my subconciousness but now, it was alive and I almost sensed that it was real… May 7. There was this disturbance of joy, excitement, guilt... - Marches n' Mays pt. 3
