When friends learned we were leaving for Manila, not a few said we'd make it big time easily. Somehow, their comments made me feel so confident then.
Not now. We just came from a gig at a bar called Ritual de lo Habitual. The talent fee we got was so measly, I'm not gonna write it down. The crowd was OK and we were treated well but man, its so hard to earn real dough here! Maybe our luck will change. Maybe the breaks will come. Maybe it won't come in one big sudden package but in small bursts. Too small to notice. Maybe its happening now and we don't know it yet. Maybe we are slowly building a base here. Then again, maybe not at all!
All these doubts couldn't have come at a worst time. Yani had called me and she was crying. She wanted to know when I'd be home. What could I say. I didn't know. That was the truth. She was crying, like I was, deep inside.
It got to me. It got me thinking. Things can't go on like this for long.
What's gonna happen?
Posted at 11:58 pm by bisoy