continuation,
Celeste's POV
My eyes drifted back to Diego.
Mas relaxed na siya ngayon kaysa noong nagsimula ang kanta. The nervousness I had noticed earlier had slowly disappeared, replaced by something lighter. He looked comfortable, present, and happy. There was an ease in the way he carried himself now, as though he had forgotten about the audience entirely and was simply enjoying the music.
At habang pinagmamasdan ko siya, bigla kong naisip na may mga taong mas nagiging sarili nila kapag nagsasalita sila. May mga taong mas lumalabas ang tunay na pagkatao sa mga kuwentong ikinukuwento nila o sa mga opinyong ipinaglalaban nila. Pero mayroon ding mga taong mas nagiging totoo kapag may hawak silang gitara at isang kantang alam nilang mahal nila.
Maybe Diego belonged to the second kin
