i haven't been to a major concert. i almost did (with my office mate...a few months ago), but i chickened out. 3 days before the concert, i took a short trip to oblivion and saw myself dancing under the striking stage lights while my friends watched from the front row, asking themselves "who the hell is that guy she's dancing with?" yep, old filipino culture tells me that's already "cheating".
i finally decided to give up on the idea that some day, i'd sit to watch annie lenox for two hours without blinking. i just love her. i grew up thinking she was a real vampire, not because of her weird album, but because she looked like one on tv. short, blonde hair; sharp eyes; pale skin; perfectly even, chiseled teeth...
so i turned my thoughts away from annie and proceeded to close the window. the wind has never whistled this hard and long. then i saw it. a lone comet sped my sight so briefly, i thought it was just a mosquito crossing my vista.
i was told that a comet can grant one wish. but you have to make that one wish within a split second. this is pretty hard considering that i've got more than a handful to mention. i haven't quite gotten into ranking them from highest to lowest in priority.
and so i missed it.
i could never make a quick account of my 5-year-old list and manage to weed every trivial thing out in a split second. there's cris' tennis racket, ate len's vintage bag, daddy's dirt bike, mom's diamond necklace, kuya's bath tub...and my philip stein watch. it's so unfair.
the concert ticket could've easily landed on my lap like a day old baby from the stork's carry-all mouth had i made that holler at mr. comet in time.
it's a good thing annie doesn't have any good song to spare this year, or i'd die in regret and sorrow.
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