Paano kung hindi ka na..
The rosebushes of make-believe became bouquets
of real likeness.
And so I found myself deeply trembling beneath the wooden covers. Badly trembling again. I have wanted this all my one-month-long of staying out late in school. I’ve been – I guess – the witness of all the difficulties we have surpassed. The fire which stuck in our skins was at last, been at rest and far out-thrown.
The audience dipped their tongues out at laughing our serious indulgent of our successes. Yes, we were laid into the spotlight without some of these spectators knowing how far we have become and what kind of alienable things we have shed. I guess all of the Devcomm graduates became part of this exceptional trial. And we were one of those batches who were almost out of track. But thank God, we got out alive! We were there, witnesses of how the production became an inevitable performance. How it suddenly, or should I say, it became magical in the eyes of the many. I have heard no negative comments from the ones who watched us. Though, there were lapses, they were unnoticed and sealed from their eyes.
I LOVE OUR PRODUCTION SO MUCH that it hurts to let go of the moments that are starting to fade. Yes, we were obtuse but that made us all unique. That made us turn to ourselves and see through the edges. It was a great success. By far, it is the most unforgettable experience I will hold all my life.
DAWBI, mag re-run kaha mi??
*This is my chance to thank Nanette Matillac for a very wonderful storyline! Although you might not able to read this, I am deeply thankful of you for your approval and for making your story a part of our memorable moment.
