“THEY’RE GREAT, AREN’T THEY?” Coby said, trying his best to be heard over the crowd’s deafening clamor for an encore.
Paz yelled, “Yeah! Love their sound!” in his ear. She also wanted to say “Thanks for bringing me to this concert,” but decided to save it for a much quieter time.
It’s been a while since her last concert, but the thrill and excitement she felt in her veins reminded her of her first—an Eraserheads show at a friend’s university. Trainman was great—she kind of regretted not discovering their music earlier. But hey, it was never too late to rectify that.
Now, Paz might go by the “age is just a number” philosophy, but her tita bones have started protesting from the first hour of the concert. And they weren’t even standing. Maybe she’d have fared better on her feet, actually,
