It was once a dream, far
from becoming a reality. But it did.
The moment we received the DepEd
advisory announcing the venue of the 4th National English Jazz
Chants Festival, our heart never stopped the rush of beat. Maybe from
excitement, maybe from fear of the competition, or maybe from the series of
endless and exhausting rehearsal ahead. Our efforts have finally paid off. Here
we go to the best travel of our lives.
I could still remember moments when
I pointed my finger on the sky and tried to imagine what it feels like being
there. Now I could feel it the moment I stepped on the air plane. Chill ran
through my spine. I grasped the hand of my co-performer as though it was the
last moment of our lives. The “fasten
your seatbelt” sign was on and there went the surge of force as the machine moved
forward with all its might. We did not breathe until it lifted itself, until
the distant houses looked like candies, until the highways looked like thread,
until Mt. Apo was on the level of my altitude.
