I'm going through a lot of emotions right now and I don't even know where to begin. For a day, I'm relieved to say that I'm happy my grandparents visited me. If not, I would've broken down and cried.
A friend and a mentor of mine died this morning. He was one of the few who really believed deeply that I can have a life with music. My mum's too practical to believe it. My friends don't really know what to say when I begin to mumble about my world.
Quite frankly, I am scared. I've never felt so much death in my entire life (my brother, my mongrel, now my mentor). Last week, he called me and said that I oughtta prepare myself with songs that I know how to play to for my gig at MTS when he comes back from Bohol. It was really a surprising call and it really annoyed me at the beginning because it disturbed my sleep. Upon hearing his offer, I was so excited. Finally, I can sing my music on stage.
But just before I could realize that, he died unexpectedly. I remember how he was so keen to teach me everything he knew of acoustic guitars and music on stage and arranged compositions. I was amazed and I've always wanted a life like that. I was so moved of how he presented the opportunity to me like it was really possible. Even my mother doesn't believe a life like that. Always stating the facts that I already know. Why can't I choose?
It was my chance, my redemption, my heaven, my dream come true. From my empty heart and lost soul, I was renewed. But then, before he could even go home, he passed away.
Kuya Chuck, thank you for showing me the world I've always wanted to be a part of. Thank you for hosting my debut (the booze was awesome). Thank you for the chance to find myself again eventhough it was unfulfilled. Most of all, thank you for believing. You will be surely and greatly missed.
A friend and a mentor of mine died this morning. He was one of the few who really believed deeply that I can have a life with music. My mum's too practical to believe it. My friends don't really know what to say when I begin to mumble about my world.
Quite frankly, I am scared. I've never felt so much death in my entire life (my brother, my mongrel, now my mentor). Last week, he called me and said that I oughtta prepare myself with songs that I know how to play to for my gig at MTS when he comes back from Bohol. It was really a surprising call and it really annoyed me at the beginning because it disturbed my sleep. Upon hearing his offer, I was so excited. Finally, I can sing my music on stage.
But just before I could realize that, he died unexpectedly. I remember how he was so keen to teach me everything he knew of acoustic guitars and music on stage and arranged compositions. I was amazed and I've always wanted a life like that. I was so moved of how he presented the opportunity to me like it was really possible. Even my mother doesn't believe a life like that. Always stating the facts that I already know. Why can't I choose?
It was my chance, my redemption, my heaven, my dream come true. From my empty heart and lost soul, I was renewed. But then, before he could even go home, he passed away.
Kuya Chuck, thank you for showing me the world I've always wanted to be a part of. Thank you for hosting my debut (the booze was awesome). Thank you for the chance to find myself again eventhough it was unfulfilled. Most of all, thank you for believing. You will be surely and greatly missed.
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