Thursday, May 12, 2011

"Nikki"

Listen to my story…
To the girl who impress people with her music...“Nikki”
I have been one of her greatest admirer…
Ever since the time I first heard her play…
Guitar was her best field…

About a few months ago I was bored as hell. High School life was already getting stale. Lately I was thinking of numerous ways to make the best out of it. I was after all a senior and only a few months remain of my High School endeavor.

It was one rainy afternoon when our class president decided to talk to us about something. I was not his biggest fan as I find him so damn boring. But this time around there was no harm in lending him an ear. So what the heck is this news that he wanted to share?

“The school festival is coming up, and there will be a musical performance from different classes throughout the school as an opening for it. Those of you who are interested to join or to watch may come this Saturday at 6pm. I really hope you support this program!”

So…a musical performance eh? I have been a music lover since I was a child. But though I was, I was never good with anything in relation to music. I can’t sing or play any musical instrument. But I’m really good at appreciating it. I do find music as more than just sounds; it’s something bigger than that.

I’ve decided to go to the performance that Saturday night. There were so many people who came, so crowded. Luckily, I was able to secure a good spot for the spectacle. I can clearly see the stage and heck even the performers. This was gonna be one hell of a night…

I can’t believe there were so many talented musicians in our school! The performances were all great, but there was one group that caught my attention. They were called “Paraholic” a group of second year musicians. But it was their guitarist that stood out, “Nikki” was her name.

After that night, I fell in love with that guitarist. Her skills were more than enough to define her beautiful. I was curious about her, wanted to know more about her. So ever since that night, I became somewhat of a stalker…following her gig every time she did one…

Days flew by and every performance she does, I was there. I’ve come to admire her even more every moment I see her. I wanted to talk to her, but couldn’t find the courage to do so. What should I do? Only a few months later and I’ll be off to college…

One day I’ve had it! I must stop hesitating, I must talk to her! I didn’t know why I think about her this much. But one thing I know is that she already means so much to me. So then, I’ve decided to finally approach her after their next gig.

Their performance was quite impressive as usual. But of course, she was the most impressive among them. Afterwards I finally got the chance to get up straight and personal with her. I don’t know what to say, but here goes…

Finally after much deliberation, I’ve done it! We talked about several topics and told her how much I admire her band, especially her. Funny thing is, afterwards she told me to come with them to a party. I’ll never ever forget that very moment…

We became friends and soon started going out. I can’t believe that the girl I once dreamed about is finally this close to me. It seems that my remaining High School days are not that stale after all. Our bonding dragged on for days, months…

One day I’ve decided to stop by at her house. I was yet again anxious to see her. But instead was disappointed with the news her mom told me. She was already gone…she left for someplace far away to pursue her dreams…

It wasn’t that easy to swallow this fact. I was sad for myself, yet happy for her. I’m just glad that finally she was reaching for what she has always dreamed of. I’ll miss her, but maybe it was for the best. Perhaps my only regret…not telling her what I really feel…

So wherever you may be, I just want you to know that…you’ll always be a significant part of me. You were my first love, the one that thought me to appreciate things even more. Someday I hope our paths would cross again…But for now, farewell “Nikki”….

-Alvin Reyes


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