Chapter 18: Dream

What a day. So far, I think this is the most busy I've become as far as I remember. Even right now, supposedly, I'm on my way home and cook my dinner, watch tv then sleep for my morning weekend jogging routine. But instead, I'm on my way home to an errand. An Errand that if someone told me I'm gonna do it at this time, I wont believe them. And that is, to go to a friend's music store. Not to visit him, but to ask for his service to our Band club. Cleaning and changing strings are not enough to fix the problem I found in the club. 

I had conversation with Christine in regards to the cleaning and maintenance service. I asked her if we had funds to spend for the said service, and I was Amazed that she has around 6 figure in the account of the Club. 

After that, I talked to the duo specially with jasmine that her guitar replacement would take a while. And before they went home, Jasmine cutely hugged the guitar and even called it Tubby. When I asked her, why? She answered,

"Tele.. tubbies. Tubby, sounds like a cat too. So, Tubby!"

That naming sense is wild. 

Before they went home, Juan asked if he could help. I told him to go in the club on monday after school. When jasmine heard him, she also volunteered. After that, all of us looked at the person who never cleaned the things around the club for 3 years straight, and she couldn't say no and run.

I sounded so sure that the service will be there on 3 days time. Well, the person won't be able to say no to me, afterall. He's a person I knew since childhood, and we are always there for each other. We were in the state where we already showed everything to each other. Bromance at it's finest.

Currently I'm in the middle the mall of the neighbor city, it was a single jeepney fr the school to here, it didn't take much long journey, just not more than half an hour trip. When I got inside the mall, I immediately went to the guitar shop which is owned by the friend I was talking about.

Right when I reach the place, I pushed the glass door and followed by the sound of the chime which will ring once the door is opened.

"Welco-. Oh, GB? Hey, brother!"

Looking at the direction where the familiar voice came from, a bearded muscular man stood up from the counter area and left his post. He's Mike, a childhood bestfriend of mine.

"amanda, can you take care of the counter for now?"

"Alright boss!"

Mike gave me a tight hug and tap on the back.

"Sup? You should've visited me in my house."

"Nahh. I thought it would be better to visit you here today about something important."

Mike crosses his arms, showing those muscles that are about to rip the clothe he's wearing. His face tells me that he's curious about what I'm talking about. 

"Yeah? What is it? From the way you sound, I can feel that it is Important."

"I'm gonna need your cleaning service yet again."

"Again, huh? Haven't done it no less than a year ago? What happened this time?"

"No no, not that. I need your service in our school. In my club, a.. band club."

His expression changed, from his usual demeanor to a happy smile but afterwards, changes to a frown, worried.

"Are you okay now? I hope you're not pushing yourself."

"I'm not. I'm alright and I know my boundaries, ive been living with it for years now. And also, If I'm okay now, I won't be asking for your help, you know that."

"True. But isn't that a progress? Being able to talk about it without problems now. I can definitely see that as Good News."

Now that he mention it, I was too busy to realize that, specially during the duo's audition. I was like moving and doing work in instinct. I wonder How far have can this go?

I picked up a paper parchment on my inner pocket coat and gave it to him.

"Here is the list of instruments that needs a lot of repairs. From tremolos, to pegs, I'm not sure with the circuit board as I haven't opened them up, need to change some pick ups. But don't worry about the replacements, the parts are already available in the club."

"Good thing cause, Seeing this list, these guitars are not your typical cheap ones, these are professional standard guitars. I don't have the parts that will be needed for it, I have yo make a call for a delivery. But seriously, parts of this guitars are available in your club? That's hard to believe."

Oh well, I was like that when I first visit the place. I couldn't believe what my eyes are showing me. I wonder how he would react.

"Come in monday around 4:30 p.m. alright?"

"Sure sure. I'm not gonna work for free alright?"

"Of course! This could help you pay for this month's rent."

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The glass door chime rang again signaling a customer. When I looked at that direction, I saw a student wearing the uniform from our school. A patch with 7 written on it. 

"You know him, bud?" Mike asked.

"Familiar."

...

"*Yawnnn* finally I'm home!!"

A woman on ber late 30s sat on a couch on her living room. The room are painted pink all over, reflecting her attitude and outward appearance.

"That Gilbert. Why was he so hard on me, how could I clean the club up if there's only a handful of members for the past 3 years. And I didn't even know what to do with it."

The woman is Christine. She stretched her body and letting put sound of cracking bones. 

"Hooo. That was refreshing. Today was tiring. "

She looked up and closed her eyes and started humming a song that kept on circling around her head since this morning. But if other people heard it, they might not recognize it as she's a total tone deaf.

The sound of her phone ringing distrupts her humming, but atleast the tone of the ring tone ie right.

She picked it up and answered it after seeing the caller ID, "Grandpa." She left the phone in the table and in loudspeaker.

"Yes, Grandpa?"

"How's the club Christine?"

"I told you, I could handle it." She said with a smug face. Proud of what she had done in the past few days.

"So, what happened in the first day, did someone tried to join?"

"Yeah! A duo, a singer and guitarist auditioned. They were great."

"Audition? You should've let them in without it."

"Gilbert Tala, wanted them to, so how could I say no."

"Hoooo. You actually able to recruit him, huh?" He said with a teasing voice.

"I have my own ways, Gramps."

"I see. But to be honest I'm shocked you are able to make him join. Afterall, he's kind of problematic. Did he play something?"

"Didn't even touch anything. Aside from those speakers and mics and the DAW."

"I see. It's still like that, huh?"

"Yep." She reminisced what happened in the control room, the view of Gilbert looking at the duo playing their piece and quietly listening to it, judging them Quietly. "But he still has a great ear. He handled the audition well, pointing out almodt everything I never thought was a problem."

"Well, he was like that since the past. Also, a reason for a downfall. But anyways, it's great thT this time there's a big chance to bring the club status high again. I'll be visiting the club again when I have less work in the label."

"Alright, gramps."

The call ended.

She took a deep breath and picked up her wallet, there a worn out paper was kept on one of it's card holders, a ticket.

It's a ticket of anklebreakers concert.

"I hope this ain't a dream."

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