Twenty Fourth Teardrop
“OKAY, that's enough!” our American choreographer commanded. “You may take your break.” Our audience s***h management gave us a round of applause after performing deadly tones. I was panting while holding my used guitar and started walking backstage in the arena. The guitar I’m holding isn’t the one that Allen gave to me. Just like what I've said, may sentimental value ‛yon. Am I crazy? Obsessed? I just don't want anybody touching or seeing my guitar. We just have done rehearsing for almost... five hours now. Sinalubong ako ng staffs including my personal assistant— Ate Darlene. She's a pure Filipina at alam kong mapagkakatiwalaan siya dahil anak siya ni Mang Ricardo na family driver namin. Inabutan niya ako ng bottled water na kaagad ko namang binuksan at ininom. Umupo ako
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