Chapter 3 The Araneta

»»BLAIRE CATHERINE POINT OF VIEW««

"Your late Ms. Castro I told you that I would be here at exactly 6:00 in the morning. What time is it? " My boss said as he showed me his wrist watch.

Shit! Is it my fault that it's hard to put my disguise? Just to hide my true identity?

"I'm sorry boss, I can't do it again, I'm late because I'm in traffic, "I whispered to him, but he just left me to get into the waiting van, so I just followed him.

When I entered, I saw the make-up artists and other staff, the bands, and even the manager, who looked down on me, so I just signed peace with them. Also, I sat next to my boss, where I really deserved to sit.

"Next time, Ms. Castro, be responsible for your job. You're not the only one waiting. You're lucky because they won't be on stage yet, "said their manager, who I just bowed and looked at the person next to me who was now just closing his eyes, as if indifferent to what was going on around him.

"Don't look at me like you want to eat me, Blaire is disgusting," he said to me while still closing his eyes, so I bent down to hide the shame I felt now.

"Ma'am Regina, don't scold Ms. Castro. You know! She did a lot before she arrived earlier. Besides, the concert will start at 6:00 but we'll be there at 9:00. But look at the time. It is 7:00. We only have 30 minutes more, so we have time to fix it. " Frankneil defended, the band's guitarist. I looked at him, but he just winked at me. So I bowed again because I felt that my face was already red.

"That's what I'm telling you, when Ms. Castro is really involved in this issue, you are defending her. Congratulations! Well, you were right about that Neil, so I'll give it to her, "said the manager, but I heard the boredom next to me.

"Tsked! Useless matters. " I even heard him whisper and he took the headset and he slapped it on his ear.

This one is really weird, so maybe I fell for him. He is kind, but a bit rude, and his personality is mysterious. It's not just because he's still talented. So many crawling women, feminized to someone like him.

I was late because I was just in disguise as I was supposed to be a nerd. I had a mirror that was quite big, a scarf around my neck, a long skirt and I just curled my hair. Okay, so there is a big difference.

"Hurry up, we need to get to the cabin so you can all get ready!" The manager exclaimed as we all got down, because we were already here in Araneta, where the concert would be held. There are so many reporters waiting for the arrival of Band Of War, so it's a bit of a hassle for us to get permanently inside Araneta.

The camera flashed, and noisy people greeted us, so I just closed my eyes every time the light hit the cameras.

"Damn that camera!" my boss said and pulled me to protect me from the lighting coming from the reporters. I was still trembling as he was close to me.

What the hell is going on? I want to celebrate a case, but we can't be in the middle of viruses. viruses because they are all judgmental. Every move is judged, especially in the realm of the world of artists. They have true fans. They won't leave you even if you're in trouble. They have fans who are not true because they are the ones looking for a hole to take them down.

They have fans who are feelingero and feelingera because you thought he or she would support you but didn't. Nor will the bashers disappear. Bashers on social media like to make you feel uncomfortable, even if it's not true.

Toxic society calls it that. Because even if you do the right thing, they will still let you down.

But in the field of normal people like me, our opponents are gossips and gossips because instead of themselves, they are interfering with other people. Judge there, judge here. It's nonsense.

"It's really annoying to all fake people! It's just like the ones we've been through before, "said Goldwyn, the drummer of the Band of War.

There are only five of them. Drummer Goldwyn, two guitarists, Frankneil and Clark, and second voice/piano enthusiast Josh are also not to be missed. And their vocalist is none other than my baby, handsome and just shining in my eyes, my boss, Johnthony.

"I agree, someone even chansing to me. Like what the fucking fuck? " Frankneil said this without frowning.

Even just holding on to the shoulder is a challenge for him. I just listen to them as I dress up my boss. He just looked up at me, so he didn't notice that I was staring at him while adjusting the collar of his garment. Even if he has a different effect on me, I just ignore it.

"What will be played first?" Josh asked, just now speaking. The one I adjusted, as he folded the sleeve of his shirt. The manager told me to follow her, and I nodded, but before that, I wore my ID as a sign that I was one of the PAs.

"Fighting! Carry that, as long as you don't make it obvious that you're sleepy, hehehehehe!" I said, laughing, to the four because it was really obvious in their eyes that they were drowsy.

"Tsked! We will just follow the manager. We will handle this, " Johnathony said rudely to me, so I nodded before I faced him to say goodbye.

"Fighting! I'M WATCHING ALL OF MY LODICAKES! " I yelled at them, who were laughing at the four, but all they did was stare at me, still shaking.

When I received no answer from them, I just left. Towards the front, where we belong. As I sat down, I saw the various managers, PAs, and artists. This is the advantage of PAs like me. We meet their idols. We approach, talk, hug, and take selfies because we can reach them.

It just grabbed my attention when all of a sudden all the lights went out and I went to the stage.

Araneta is vast, so you can't deny that this place doesn't seem to fall for the crowd. They still have banners, they still have a headband that lights up, but their brand is BAND OF WAR. Band of War is the name of their band because they have sharp, uplifting musical talent, especially the vocalist, who knows all genres. That's what he can really afford.

"HELLO ARANETA!" Johnthony shouted because he was always the first to speak. After he said that term, he motioned to the drummer, Goldwyn. While Frankneil and Clark were already strumming their guitars, Josh was just sitting at the piano.

"We will dedicate this song to the people who love faithfully but still lack it. Because after losing the loved one, the person goes through an emotional turmoil of pain. His or her lover sees this in heaven and sings this song, telling her or him not to give up, urging her or him to see once again the beauty of life, and encouraging her or him to move on and be happy again. " He said it at length, but now we can only hear the emotional sound of the guitar. As he speaks.