Ring. Ring. Ring. I didn't know who was calling. It was a Smart number. Just when I was about to answer it, the call missed.
"Okay, whatever. Back to sleep."
It was around eleven in the morning and I had to catch sleep. Or so I thought. I had to catch sleep almost everyday. The room had no AC. And I've got to sweat all of what I've been drinking every time. Yeah, summer is really hot and humid in this country.
After more than a couple of hours, I woke up. I had to eat something. I left my roommate who was still sleeping and I ate outside in some
karinderya*. Since sleep was no longer an option, I decided to go online. Facebook. No messages. No activities on my wall. Still the same pending friend requests from random people. It was a boring afternoon. Good thing though being in a net cafe wasn't as hot as it was in my room. Still, boring. All I saw were friends' posts about how exciting their trips were. Some, taking photos of delicious food. Elementary and high school friends in bikinis. Whew. And some random rants. SSDD. Hate me.
Almost three weeks ago, I submitted two song entries in PhilPop (
www.philpop.com.ph). A songwriting contest spearheaded by Mr. Ryan Cayabyab, one of the Philippines' most renowned and well-respected composers. So I checked the PhilPop website for updates. Still no mention of the results. I checked my Gmail hoping to read something like "We are sorry to inform you that your entry didn't make it...da da da.". Not sure if that's worse than waiting for nothing.
I remembered the feeling when we recorded the songs three weeks back. It was one of the times that I felt so satisfied with being able to create something. And it was the first time I recorded my songs in a studio. I shelled out almost seven thousand pesos for the recording of two songs. I didn't have a way to record them myself as I lacked resources. I even battled whether I'd pay my mom for something I owed my brother (complicated story) and the rest I'd buy a pair of shoes. I did go for the recording. But instead of going for my amateur guitar skills (been playing like crap for 5 years), I asked Jez if he could play for me. Jez is a good friend and a guitar virtuoso. We've been trying to form a band but its been months and nothing much happened. How could we if we only meet twice or thrice a month. But I had a soft heart for him. A very talented guy with broken dreams. I thought
"Soon, we'll let you rise from all of these." I told him I am about to join a songwriting contest and this one is kind of serious.
I let him hear the melody, gave him the chords and asked him to just play the guitar better than I could. He admitted that he had a hard time on my tagalog song "Brown" as my style on the verses has fast off-beats. He is a blues and jazz player and my kind of style is something new to him he said. It took us two days for him to master it. He did a beautiful job putting in some lovelty guitar leads on both songs.
So two days before the deadline I uploaded my two entries in the PhilPop website. I didn't really hope big but I felt so excited and happy with what I did. There was some feeling that kept creeping me out about the whole thing and I just couldn't explain it.
Three weeks had passed and there I was in a cafe; checking for an update that didn't come. So I went home which is just about twenty steps away. I played the guitar hoping to wake up my friend who was still sleeping soundly. I played and sang for hours just like what I've been doing every time. Same songs. My own and some of my favorites from MJ, Jason Mraz and Maroon 5. I love fast songs. I love upbeats. I love happy melodies. I just love being happy all the time that I even tend to turn sad and slow songs into fast and groovy ones.
Then my phone rang again. Not sure if it was the same number that tried to connect earlier.
"Hi, who's this?".
"Hello, is this James? Leyte?".
Some kind of energy bolted my nerves.
"Yup, its me."
"This is Rica from PhilPop, I'm part of the committee who screens the uploaded songs in the site and it seems like yours has run into some technical problems. Can you come tomorrow probably late afternoon?"
I was overwhelmed by what she said that I just simply replied
"Yes."
"Okay I'll text you the address."
"Okay."
The line went dead. I was speechless. A prank? I was not stupid. I knew there was something more than a "technical problem". But I gave it the benefit of the doubt. After that call, I didn't know what eating and sleeping were.
*karinderya = a small eatery usually located beside the streets.