My Other Half

♫︎BLAIRE CATHERINE POINT OF VIEW♫︎

Why do I admire him?

Why did I fall in love with him?

Why do I continue to love him even though I know I have many competitors?

Competitor because they will chase him the way I did.

Because he's the vocalist, a hot vocalist

Anyway, pathway I turned out to be Blaire Catherine Castro the goddess of beauty assumed. I'm kidding! But I'm the woman who continues to fall in love with a man that I can't reach him.

"Hey! You witch! daydreaming again huh! You better stopped assuming there. You and him are not things because you and him are human, but seriously, it's hard to reach him," my friend Bianca said who you thought was not experiencing what I feel now.

"Gosh! is it forbidden to love him, even if he doesn't know huh!" I frowned at her as I sped back to my seat.

"Is it right for you to face that television, you just need to kiss it," she told me. Yes, because when I saw him, I quickly got up and ran to the telivision because he would be a guest on the noontime show.

"Just go away, you witch!" I told her, and she just nodded.

"Alright honey! I will leave you there, fantasy well!" she told me but, I just ignored her because I was just focused on the television where he was.

"Mr. Petter, is it true that you already have a girlfriend?" the host said who interviewing him so I stood up again because it was me. That's me. Assuming me again!

"Actually, yes, I have a girlfriend already," he said confidently as those in the studio shouted. That I collapsed in my seat. This is the end of the world because there's a winner already.

"Oh, you heard and saw that your idol have a girlfriend so stop admiring him. AAAwww pity those who try to grab the attention of those who admire you," the Host said and I frowned. Yes, that's right, because I'm also sad, he has a girlfriend, it's frustrating to love him.

"Hey! This witch is frowning like crazy tasked! What happened?" Bianca muttered, but I was still staring at the television.

I don't want the end of the world.

My friend just laughs at me, but it really has a different impact on me. Like this ruined my world. That I just want to disappear even now so I decided to go in the bar.

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Cigarette smoke, the smell of alcohol, and noise greeted me. I want to get drunk as much as the guy who will lose all the pain because of that flicker of love.

"I just crushed him, why am I acting like this? Why am I being effected so much?" I whispered to myself before going up to the bartender to order a glass of wine.

As I walk I can't help, but to look around, I see someone kissing, dancing on the dance floor, laughing and even singing. But my eyes were fixed on a table full of squirming men, but I was disappointed to see that there were women with me.

"I thought I could hit the jackpot tonight tasked! The handsome dads haven't had any hangers yet, because Bianca is busy with her plates, she's really alive," I said to myself before I walked over to the mixer of wines.

When I arrived, I sat down in front of the bartender to order a very hard wine, the type that just one sip will lose my love for my idol, my vocalist.

"What's wrong with you ma'am?" the bartender asked me so I looked at him and smiled.

"I hope the wine with just one sip will make me lose my feelings for him," I whispered while still smiling broadly at him.

"If it weren't for the alcohol, it would have made me feel cold, the guy I wouldn't have felt like so I wouldn't be hurt like this again," I bit my lip and told him again because he was just scratching his head.

Geez! Catherine that's really crazy. I'm not bitter but I just feel sorry for what I found out about him. I don't know but I'm really super effected. I'm assuming if assuming but I really hit on him.

"Maybe you're drunk ma'am, so that's what comes out of your mouth," the bartender said so I just laughed and pointed out what I wanted if it was wine. As he makes me, I am just word of mouth.

"That's how he hit me, he just winked or sang to me. He hit me even harder when he was drunk. I even lose consciousness if it's just a coincidence that I or I own someone like him," I said with a laugh. I also took the wine he gave me.

"Maybe the effect of your separation from your boyfriend ma'am, is strong," he told me while mixing alcohol for another costumer.

"I wish he was just my boyfriend, so that I have a reason to prohibit him to others. Because what I want is for me to have all the attention, time, and I'm the only one he sings to whenever I'm happy, sad and hurt, feel me hmm! " I said I also drank the wine he gave me.

"I just hope he loves me so I don't look like this? It's funny because I'm fantasizing about a man who can't be mine," I said and ordered a wine again.

"There are many more men, more deserving of the love you have for that man, ma'am, so don't ruin your body with alcohol," he said as he gave my order.

"I'm not ruining it, I really want to have fun because I'm going to let him go, now that he really has a girlfriend," I told him.

Gosh! I don't know the bartender but why am I telling him? What a crazy woman I am? I'm really crazy about what I'm doing.

I caught the attention of the bettors to sing on the stage here at the bar. I don't know but it looks like there is a magnet for my eyes to focus on.

"What the fuck is your fucking problem Portela I told you, I don't have a fucking mood to sing a song. Tsked! You better asked that motherfucker Anderson not me," heard the man there say that he obviously doesn't really want to sing.

"Oh! common Petter! We're just going to request you now. You're just ignoring us, your heart disease, do you know that?" answer of the one forcing him.

Oh his surname is familiar huh! But I just ignored the impossibility of him entering this place. Yes, it's impossible because he's famous, I'd rather just build my own bar isn't it.

"If I said that I don't feel like singing a song. Don't force me because I'm tired. I just came here for a walk because I'm stressed, so shut the fuck up Portela," said the one they were forced.

I could not see their faces because of the crowd, but we could hear their rebukes because of the strength of their voices.

"Those men are really like that, you'll get used to it when you meet them," the bartender told us, because we were all looking there.

Tasked! Hopefully all that way they can make each other cursed. Besides, no one will pick them up because they are still laughing. This is how true friends are vulgar.

I just ignored them again because I turned my attention back to what I was drinking. I want to get drunk until my feeling to him is gone like the song LOVE IS GONE. Shit! why am I thinking about this. Tasked!

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♫︎JOHNTHONY POINT OF VIEW♫︎

"Fuck you Portela with fucking feeling and respect!" I sighed at Lion because of his naughtiness. What I hate most of all is the one that forces me to do something I don't want to do.

And one more thing we are in a public place. Many people are around us. They might just confuse me. Not to brag but my band is one of the most popular in the taste of my fellow Filipinos. Although I am not a pure Filipino because my dad is a foreigner.

"Fine! Your twin Anthon is stuck, he's having a hard time getting along now, damn it!" Lion complained to my twin again. Tasked!

"Because the man is tired, you're still pushing him. Of course if I were John I would have killed you! Because you're stupid," Anthon replied, making me laughed.

I just let them quarrel. So I just took my headset and played it. There is a stress reliever! I still close my eyes while singing the lyrics but it's just a whisper and I'm the only one who can hear.

I only fainted for a moment because of what was shaking me. Tasked! a fucking slut huh! What am I going to do with this woman. I'm fucking tired! She also hugged me. Damn this woman!

I just stood up suddenly because I didn't have time to relax. Then I walked away. I knew they were calling me but I just ignored them and another one I couldn't hear.

As I was walking I saw a woman talking to a man. She was obviously very drunk. The way she smiles and laughs is really different. My eyebrows met to see if the man was touching her leg. What the fucking fuck!

I took off my headset and put on my hood so they wouldn't notice that a Johnthony Petter was walking around the bar. As I got closer and closer I could hear her laugh.

A innocent laugh. She couldn't even feel the stupid man holding and caressing her leg. This woman is really drunk. So when I couldn't stand it, I punched the man without saying a word.

«"What the fuck is your problem dude? I thought you were so arrogant here!"»

♫︎THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW♫︎

"What the fuck is your problem dude? I thought you were so arrogant here!" the man said because he was punched suddenly so he jumped on the dance floor where many were having fun. But the dancers suddenly stopped and pulled away in shock.

"You want to know my fucking problem you motherfucker dickhead hmm?!" growl of punch at him as he controlled himself so as not to kill this man.

Because one of the things that men don't like are the exploitative people. That they took advantage of things they knew other people couldn't get rid of. Just like now! I saw that he was drunk and he was still teasing the woman.

"Yes! Because you know I'm having fun talking to Miss Beautiful, you'll suddenly show up to punch me, come here and I'll knock you down myself! That's what you want me to give you!" also shouted the man he punched that you thought he was the toughest, the most temperamental inside and of all the people here at the bar.

"Then, come fucking here and I will fucking tell you what my fucking problem is? And why I feel fucking mad like this asshole?" it was too loud to punch him. They could not see its face because it was hidden in the thick hood.

He is still wearing a mask, so there is no denying that those around him, know him except his friend whose looking at him.

And because the man he punched was tall, he followed what the man who punched him wanted to happen. So he just smiled while waiting in front of him before he looked at the behavior of the woman who did not know what was happening around him now.

"Hmm, he's going to come in here, but he can't, what's a poor girl," he whispered to himself while waiting for the man he punched because he just threw himself on the dance floor he was just walking like a king as he approached his place.

He even saw his friends shaking in a corner while looking at his behavior so he just raised his middle finger simply because he already knew what was running on their cuckoo. Like what the fucked!

"Oh! What's the problem dude? What do you think if ----" he couldn't continue what he wanted to say when the man punched him but this time he couldn't stop himself from punching the man he punched. Just now because his anger has now surfaced that even though he was lying down, he still felt it and slapped his face.

"You know what? I hate someone who's fucking called me dude, especially to those bastards like you! I fucking don't care who you are. Because right here, right now I can kill you in the eyes of everyone whose fucking here. The most disgusting of all the behaviors the men inside the bar have is that they take advantage of those they know are weak.The way you harass that girl behind us really triggered my anger at what my eyes saw," long drone of the man, moreover, he chokes the head of the man causing its loss of consciousness.

So when he noticed that he was unconscious, he just stood there and prompted the bouncer of this bar owned by one of his friends to lift the sleeping man because he did something unpleasant.

"Go back to your businesses gentlemen," the manager said of this bar. So everyone who is here goes back to what they were doing before with no scene it did.

The man was just shaken and turned around to face the woman, but he was no longer in his seat before. So very scratchy in his senses because maybe he's just mimicking.

"Where's the fucking girl?" he whispered to himself and looked around and around the corner of the bar but he really couldn't see it. When it comes to the dance floor where drunks usually go straight, he is also not there.

"Geezz! where is that, I just forgot for a moment that she disappeared like a bubble. Damn it! That's not my fucking business anymore, as long as I help her from that maniac man," he said and decided to go back to his friends he said while still stealing his head. Because he is the eye of the apple of his friends. He's like the hot-seat tonight.

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♫︎BLAIRE CATHERINE POINT OF VIEW♫︎

"You can get drunk, Cath! I don't know what I'm going to do with someone like you, you really go crazy every time you know you don't like that man," said my friend who had been driving.

I called him, when I felt dizzy and my head hurt. Because I can't carry what I learned so I'm like this.

"If you show her who you really are, the real beauty of a Catherine Castro, and you're not the one who looks down on her, tsked!" he even told me that I just asked.

I don't really like what Bianca is implying. His grandmother and I talked about disguising myself whenever I was his PA. Well! he has three PA and I am one there. But when he has a concert, that's when I become his PA.

"You know that I can't Bianca, I can't do that. Yes! I'm an Architect like you, but my parents are very grateful to the Petters. Because if they didn't help my parents it would be Our company must have gone bankrupt. So when Mrs. Petter said that they were hiring her son's PA, I presented, "I whispered to her for a long time and then I turned a blind eye because she knew what I was talking about.

"Hayst! Catherine, I can't do anything if that's what you choose to do, but I'm always here If you need my help honey," I heard him say but I didn't answer because my attention was focused on what we were going through on our way home. . Besides, I might just cry if we do drama again and one more thing I'm drunk.

While the car was running Bianca turned on the radio of her car which I flipped over, as if my intoxication had suddenly disappeared.

Susungkitin mga bituin. (I will get the star)

Para lang makahiling (Jus to ask)

Na sana'y maging akin (That would have been mine)

Puso mo at damdamin (Your heart and emotion)

Kung pwede lang (If only)

Kung kaya lang (If only so)

Kung akin ang mundo (If the world is mine)

Ang lahat ng ito'y iaalay ko sayo (I will offer you all of this)

I close my eyes again because this song is one of his songs, one of his covers. That's what I really want him to sing for me if his courts with me in case he notices me.

You know the feeling that you will be hurt suddenly, if what you really want to be with is he flirting face to face or flirting with his fellow actor and right in front of you.

"You're crying again, I told you never to cry for men like him, but what are you doing?" Bianca said then she turned off the radio because she knew it was one of her songs.

"Because I really can't help it, you know I love him very much, but I just found out in his interview that he already has a girlfriend. It just hurts in my heart. But I know if I lose it, I also feel for him. Just give me time honey to move on, "I told her and she just nodded.

When she took me home, I went straight to my bathroom to take a shower. If you asked me where's my parent. Hmm! They are busy and they have business trip. So I'm the only one here at home, oh, I'm not with the housemates.

Then when I took a half bath and changed my dress, I went to bed in my room, but before that I read the text message from my boss.

«Tomorrow morning at exactly 6:00 o'clock you're already here. I have a concert at Araneta.

☞︎︎︎𝐵𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝐽𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑦☜︎︎︎»

»»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.