work was extended and it gave me a couple more hours to think. a few text messages sent and a few minutes of travel, suddenly i'm in my seat. the "sayaw manila 3" was about to start. maybe i just wanted to see her dance.
the lights dimmed and the national anthem played and the prayer of thanks was done in the form of a dance. from the start, i was impressed.
as i sit and watch number after number, something inside wanted to be heard. i miss the stage. i miss the crowd. i miss the butterflies in my stomach when dancing, singing, or simply being on stage. makes me wonder what could've been if i seriously pursued a career in any of the arts. i guess i figured the probability of me making it big is slim. my versatility has gotten the best of me that focusing on one is an impossibility.
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