hari ibu? . _ .

BECAUSE IM ASIAN, HAHA

By the title event : Hari Ibu, you would think of a quiet and polite event. I know, Im so naive, thinking that everything goes with its connotation- well the world isn.

From the beginning, mi mom hesitated to let me play. But I kept on going on, telling her that it has been long since I played in front of an audience- and mi stage fever IS flashing back on me again. That was the only thing that mattered to me: My stage fever. The thought of it being in the embassy DID bother me, but I didn thinkk that it would be that significant.

Oh, I've ruined it.

Since we've fnished the study group late, I dropped Saher off at Cania's apartment late. So of course, I missed the attendance check. Thinking that it was too late, I was only worried about the performance- who will be there?
The best memoir of a concert to me was the ITB gathering, and that was what kept me in calmness.
So" , when we've reached the embassy I found dhe3 and sat bhind her. Nearly all of the people I saw were those.. people. And damn it was so crowded, we stayed in the "Serba Guna" room which was.. rather too small?
And wow, the atmosphere was.. unsuitable. The stage was full of band equipments, the only thing that notifies you a clue about Hari Ibu was the red and white banner at the back.
So, maybe some of you people find singing women with electric guitars normal- I find it hillarious, HAHA. But by implying you the fact that there are men [half the audience wer male], I find it inappropiate.

Yeahh the voice was nice and yeahh I see I see they can play instruments. But acting all.. u know.. when theyr married and all, I dont find it funny anymore.
Oh, maybe u think omg I'm so lame- well, if it takes that, then I must admit that I would prefer to be lame. *just to tell u the truth
I tried calling Marsya just to get mi attention away from stage, but she didn pick up.
As the show continued on, mi stage fever gradually disappears and a new fear slapped me- what about mi parents?
Oh, of course they hated it, what else can I expect; but we were waiting for my turn to go and we couldn go home yet until I either play, or not play at all.

Songs after songs, mi turn still hasn come up. In the end, Tnt Susi told me and dhe3 to ask the woman for the schedule. Oh, it was hard finding her whenever we wanted to. Worried with the embarassment I would face if the person DID forget to put me into the list, I also had a little wish right inside me that I don't even need to play anymore. These kinds of atmosphere creep the hell out of me.
Uncomfortable with the situation, all I could do was nag dhe3 out of it [sorry yo dhe HAHAHA].Bothered with mi anxiety,I waited for the woman to pop up. She didn't. But Tnt. Susi DID eventually talked to the pink woman.

She was like "dari tadi tuh sbtulnya ditungguin,, cmn ngga dtg" jdi nya dlewatin". Oh yeah crap, that means we've waited for nothing. Dhe3 has already performed first and now the last band [pak dubes' band . _ . ] was playing. Mi mom was like "ngga usah ya teh," and I went whatever- I didn care anymore.
I thought I would be angry, but I knew it was mi fault in the first place so I didn. I felt kind of relieved in fact, at least dhe3 played.