In the end, I was okay
I had fun tonight. I went to Girlboy #5 which is sorta an indiepop gig. A few days ago, I was hesitant in going because I’ve been away from the scene for far too long. There were still some unresolved matters which I won’t discuss here.
Friday, I was decided to go. Scared but decided. I told myself that I need to do this for myself. I need them so I should just swallow my pride and let bygones be bygones.
Saturday noon, I was a bit hesitant. I have no one to go there with. I was worried. I was scared that I would feel out of place. 9PM, I dressed up and I was out the door by 10.
I think I arrived there at 10:30 pm. I was clueless. I thought it would be in a bar but it turns out that the event is in a house. I paid the entrance fee of 150 pesos then went to where the music was playing. I just watched the band play and looked around for familiar faces. There were a lot. I said a few hellos but I was still worried. The band finished so I approached said familiar faces. I became reaquainted with them and likewise. The next band played. And another. More reaquaintances. A lot of pats and hugs were exchanged. The most important was the pat I made to a particular girl. Then I felt relief. Not so relieved because there’s another person that I needed to “pat” but I didn’t. One step at a time. Maybe it will be alright someday. More bands. Booze was all over the place but I didn’t drink a single drop. By 1 pm, I was dancing. More chit-chats exchanged. Phone numbers too. When the event was over, I was still dancing as I walked out of the house.
