twenty four hours ago, i want to be a groupee

i found myself in a familiar bar in quezon city one friday night.
inhaling the second hand smoke and drinking cheap beer in my hand.
i have forgotten that this is QC,
you can smoke inside an air-conditioned room.

the last time that i was there was two years ago.
i was the proud girlfriend of a vocalist of a rock band then.
that was the first time i became a groupee.
i really dressed up to play the part
and was quite aware that i was being weighed by
a couple of women if i am fit to be the girlfriend of the rocker boyfriend.
well, actually....no.i deserve better. hahaha!

i do not want to be called a groupee but i had my crazy days
and those years were ancient.




but this time is a different story.
i confess that i am a groupee of this special bassist
of a death metal band.
he plays very well and the young man surprisingly has manners.
but the main reason why i will keep on watching their gigs
is because of his name. it has unnecessary H in it!
he is so freaking special.
right, xandi?