just a matter of time...

in a couple of hours, judgement would be handed down.

i did not mean to sound that melodramatic. its just that the rx band breakout is slated for tonight, and yes, me and my band are quite on our feet and fingers to let it roll.

in a matter of hours, we would somehow know something, and that is if our collctive best was good enough, or not. not to mention that we got a lot of flak last night from most listeners. admittedly, it started to get on our nerves, though its worth considering that if we are really losers, then why are they paying attention to us? we should be beneath their notice, and yet notice us they do.

but whatever happens tonight, the music will play on. a worse case scenario that we played was that we would win nothing. nada. zilp. zilch. void. and yet its nice to know that even with the worse case scenario becoming a reality, the music will play on. in the first place, it would be shallow of us to let go just because we lost.

though we have to admit this early that it would be painful to lose, to see all the craftmanship and sacrifices go down the drain. but hey, thats life. the band exists not to win contests, but to play. though the perks that coems with winning are good. but on the other hand, winning the contest is also a responsibility, a responsibility to prove further that winning it was not a fluke.

win or lose,contest or not, we know that we have to prove our worth. at least to ourselves.

oh, im the last in an 8-man band. and by contest rules, only 7 would be on stage. but its ok, cause i did my job as a dark horse. being a writer in a talented band has its own pros and cons. it gives me the privilege to work hard first and then sit down when the show happens, though i have to say that i t would have been better if i was upstage, performing and not merely a spectator.


now, to take away the failed melodramatic start of this log, tonight is not judgement night. its just one more night whom afterwards we have to start all over again.

"as the music plays the band", as one contemporary writer croons. and so shall it be for the band, for my brothers.

bonz, macky, edward, jojo, mike, mik-mik, arvy, collective known as the band "junkyard", i salute you brothers.

it would be a great show.