Ninya Buenavidez
THE COLOR OF the lights inside the bar is rapidly changing alternately, sumasabay sa beat ng DJ sa unahan sa entablado. Kakatapos lamang ng isang banda na kumanta ng musikang nakakapanindig balahibo sa sobrang lamig ng boses at rahan ng tugtog. It was a mellow music, and their emotions can effectively connect to the audience na maski ako na masaya na pumasok dito ay biglang nasaktan sa kanta.
I shifted my seat when Lucy and Cami appeared in front of me. Kahit nasa lamesa namin ay walang humpay pa rin ang indak at sayaw.
“Stand up, Ninya! You’re not supposed to be stressed by your set-up with your ex! Mag-enjoy ka!” Lucy took my hand and tried to pull me but I restrained with full force. Napanganga siya at masama akong tinignan. “My, my, my, Ninya. You’re acting like a
