The vocalist of the band who played that night, whose name turned out to be Kevin Roy handed me a pitcher of iced tea-looking fluid. I don't take drinks from strangers of course, not to mention the fact that all 4 of them have been drinking from the same pitcher. He said I don't know their band personally but everyone in the country knows them. Not everyone, I argued, coz their band name Razorback doesn't ring a bell. He convinced me by saying only cool people get to take a sip from that pitcher. WTF?! That iced tea tasted really bad. Further, he confessed it was rhum-coke. Hmmm... not bad for an alcoholic drink.

That boy Kevin found me sooo irresistible he even asked for a kiss!!! [on the tongue, mind you]

His bandmate Tirso saw the photo shoot and asked for one too! [while puffing his tobacco] Sheesh, if only I could've said no. But these guys said pics with them will cost a lot in the future as their fame heightens.

A few minutes later, he approached me - Manuel Legarda of a band named Wolfgang. As with the previous band, I've never heard of this one but, boy, did my heart race! He said we had to have our picture taken so that we can show our future grandkids how their grandparents met.

SNAP BACK TO REALITY!!!

I've been daydreaming again. But yeah, Kevin did offer the rhum-coke and I did take a sip. I think I made quite a commotion for them to notice me since we were sitting right in front of the stage and I was screaming,"Gitna!" at the top of my lungs. [requesting the band to perform a cover of Wolfgang's Center of the Sun]

Phew! What a night that was! A million thanks to you, Carlo, my faithful servant. You can steal my ideas on this blog, anytime. Just don't forget to give me appropriate acknowledgement on your album. Got it?